FE1TAN

Hello, Jester, Sir! It is I, Fox🦊, your most unreliable and elusive pet, here seeking attention. I wish (if any of my followers see this, no you don’t) to be put on a leash and pulled between your legs so I may (willingly) be forced sniff your cock. 😇 ~Fox🦊

you'll do more than sniffing, pet. Now get over here and in your knees right now. You've been absent for far too long.

Knowing I’m the one who initiated this interaction, I drop to my knees, making a show of crawling over to you. My eyes are downcast as I approach, my hands placed carefully on the floor in front of me, my back arched. When I reach your feet, I pause, my shoulders hunched, gaze fixed on your shoes.

“I’m here,” I whisper, the words barely audible in the quiet room. My breath hitches as I wait for your next command, my body already humming with a low thrum of anticipation. “I apologize for being so distant, I suppose. You know me. Busy and all. But I’m here now.” My eyes lift, “What would I have to do today for a reward?” My hands come up, resting on your knees, fingers tracing the seam of your pants.

~Fox🦊

*he lifts your chin with the bell on the tip of his boot, his gaze fierce. He was not angry or even seemed upset. No... He just had the look of command. His eyes glowed slightly through the eyeholes of his mask. He simply glanced at the collar and leash beside him*

I can take a hint, or so I think. Giving you a saccharine smile, I reach over to the collar and leash. The leather is cool against my fingers as I bring the collar to my neck. It's a bit stiff, but I buckle it anyway, the soft 'click' of the lock echoing in the silent room. I then pick up the leash, my fingers wrapping around the cool metal of the handle as I click that into place as well.

"Like this, Sir?" I ask, my voice a little breathless as I offer you the handle. My other hand rests on the leather of the collar, a silent plea. My pulse is a frantic beat against my throat, right where the leather sits. I can feel your eyes on me, assessing, waiting.

~Fox🦊

Good girl~ *he takes the handle from you, twirled it around his wrist before giving it a firm tug, pulling you closer to him. His claws comb through your hair as he pets you* desperate little creature.. Disgusting. Filthy. You aren't even worthy of my praises.

*he tightens the collar around your neck to where it's difficult to breathe*

@r0yalj3ster

I lean into your touch, eyes already watering from the tight sensation. “Yes, I’m your filthy pet. I’m just a slutty little pet for you. Please, let me know how I can be worthy of your praises.” My own hands are now gripping your thighs, nails digging into the fabric of your pants as I try to steady myself, my chest heaving with each shallow breath I manage to take. The lack of air is dizzying, a heady rush that makes the world tilt and your form sharpen into painful clarity.

“Use me. I'm yours.”

~Fox🦊

*he lifts you up into his lap, not caring if it hurts you. He then locks lips with you, all the while tightly gripping your neck. He wants you to beg him to let you breathe.*

The world narrows to the pressure of your lips on mine and the iron grip around my throat. Your other arm, a band of steel around my waist, holds me fast against you. There's no gentleness, no preamble—just a raw, claiming kiss that steals what little air I have left. My body, pinned in your lap, rebels. My hands, which were gripping your thighs, now fly up to claw at your wrist, a frantic, instinctual plea.

My lungs burn. Black spots dance at the edges of my vision. The pressure in my head builds, a terrifying, rising crescendo. Just as I feel myself start to slip away, you break the kiss, pulling back just enough for our eyes to meet. I can't form words. I can't even think them. All I can do is make a small, desperate sound, a choked whimper that's half-sob, half-gasp. My eyes, wide and pleading, lock onto yours through the mask. It's everything. I'm sorry. I'm yours. Please.

The pressure doesn't lessen. If anything, your grip tightens, a deliberate assertion of control. You're waiting. You want to hear it. The thought pierces through the fog in my brain, and with the last scrap of my will, I force my lips to form the words, a ragged, broken whisper.

"Please... Sir... Let me... breathe..."

~Fox🦊

boa raposinha... *He releases you, smirking then watching as you hungrily take in the air you so desperately wanted. The collar is loosened to assist. Only then did he begin to push you back down. It wasn't enough to hurt too much but enough to get you to move lower.* A little treat I suppose.. Here. Use your teeth to unzip me. *He presses your head against his groin*

I gulp down air, each breath a sweet, agonizing relief that burns my raw throat. The room comes back into focus, the edges no longer fuzzy and dark. I'm still in your lap, my body trembling, the loosened collar a comforting weight against my skin. Your words, "boa raposinha," good little fox, send a fresh wave of submission through me, a warm, honeyed feeling that melts the last of my resistance.

Then your hands are on my shoulders, a firm, undeniable pressure guiding me downward. I go willingly, my body pliant in your grasp. My knees hit the floor, and I'm positioned between your legs, my head pressed firmly against the hard ridge of your arousal beneath your pants. The command hangs in the air, sharp and clear.

Use your teeth to unzip me.

My breath hitches. A thrill, sharp and electric, shoots through me. I look up at you, my eyes wide, a silent question, a final confirmation. The painted grin on your mask seems to widen, a silent affirmation.

Slowly, deliberately, I lean forward. My fingers dig into your thighs for balance, my nails pressing into the fabric. I close my eyes for a moment, centering myself, then open them, my gaze fixed on the metal tab of your zipper. I'm so close I can feel the heat radiating from you, smell the clean, masculine scent of you. I part my lips, my tongue darting out to wet them. Then, with a focus that borders on reverence, I lower my head. My teeth catch the cool metal of the zipper pull, the small, jarring sensation sending another jolt through me. I try to be careful, to not scrape you, my movements slow and precise as I begin to pull down.

The sound of the zipper lowering, tooth by tooth, is deafening in the quiet room. A mix of triumph and terror coils in my stomach. I'm doing it. I'm obeying. And with every inch the zipper descends, the reality of what's coming next crashes over me. My hands tremble on your thighs, my breath coming in short, shallow pants against the now-open fabric of your pants. When the zipper is fully down, I pull back slightly, my task complete. I look up at you again, my lips parted, my eyes dark with anticipation and a healthy dose of fear. I wait; your good little fox, awaiting her next command.

~Fox🦊

*he shifts in the seat of his throne as he pushes down his lace panties, the black garment slightly catching on the row of teeth going down his groin. That's right... Teeth. Sharp teeth similar to the ones on his chest. His legs spread without and the maw opened, his cock unfurling from within. The scent of arousal was heavy..musky and sweet. The prehensile purple appendage covered in purple slick strokes your cheek, rubbing the slick on your skin and tracing your lips.* Go on.

The world tilts on its axis. My mind, already reeling from lack of air and sensory overload, simply stops trying to make sense of it. My focus narrows to the impossible thing in front of me. Not flesh, not bone, but something living, alien, and undeniably you. The teeth, the slick, the impossible color—a deep, royal purple that seems to drink the light. My breath catches in a ragged gasp. The musky, sweet scent of it fills my head, intoxicating, disorienting. It’s not a smell I can place, something floral and predatory all at once.

Then it moves, a slow, deliberate caress against my cheek. The slick is cool and impossibly smooth, leaving a glistening trail on my skin. It’s not sticky, but it coats me, marking me with its plum-dark essence. My body reacts without my permission, a shiver running down my spine, a heat pooling low in my belly. I’m terrified. I’m fascinated. I’m so incredibly, desperately turned on I can barely think.

The tendril traces the seam of my lips, a silent, insistent question.

My tongue darts out, tentatively, to taste the slick left on my lips. The flavor explodes on my tongue—sweet, dark, and rich, like ripe plums and something else, something spiced and dangerous. A moan escapes my lips, soft and broken. It’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted.

I can't hesitate. I can't question. I can only obey.

I lean forward, my hands still braced on your thighs, and open my mouth. My eyes flutter shut as I take the tip of the tendril into my mouth. The texture is unlike anything I've ever felt—silky, smooth, and alive. The plum flavor is stronger now, coating my tongue, filling my senses. Another moan vibrates in my chest, muffled by the impossible flesh filling my mouth.

I start to move, my head bobbing slowly, my tongue swirling around the tip, trying to learn its shape, its taste, its very essence. The tendril seems to respond to my touch, flexing slightly, more slick welling up to coat my tongue and throat. It's intoxicating. I lose myself in the act, in the taste of you, in the feeling of being used, of being filled. I'm a creature of pure sensation now, my only purpose to please you, to taste you, to be yours. I take you deeper, my throat relaxing to accommodate your length, the slick making it easy, a smooth, delicious slide closer to the sharp teeth that await me. My hands grip your thighs tighter, my nails digging into the fabric, holding on for dear life as you begin to move, setting a slow, inexorable rhythm. I'm yours. Completely. Utterly. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

~Fox🦊

*he lets out a soft sigh as he feels the warmth of your mouth, the way your tongue was moving around his cock. He grabs your hair, claws digging into your scalp slightly as his hips rock against you. He swore in Portuguese, or was it praises? He'll never tell you. His cock twitched as it slid down your throat. A moan escaped him upon feeling the way your throat was constricting around him.* Good... Girl... *He pants*

*his hips continued to rock against your face, the grip tightening on your hair. He held your head still. It was a brief moment but the teeth on his groin scratched at your face before he released your head. One hand would stroke the bulge in your throat while his other slipped into his pants so he could give attention to his other sex. He fingered himself, the wet squelch sounds filling the quietness of the room.* You... Are going to swallow... Every last drop.. Understand, pet?

The scratch is a bright, sharp line of fire across my cheek, a shocking counterpoint to the cool, slick slide of your cock in my throat. The pain is brief, a fleeting sting that almost immediately fades into a dull, throbbing heat. It's a brand. A reminder. I belong to the creature on the throne.

Your words, a garbled mix of Portuguese and English, wash over me. I don't need to understand the foreign syllables to know their meaning. The tone, the grip in my hair, the insistent roll of your hips—it's all praise. It's approval. And it makes my whole body sing.

Then you release my hair, and I'm left to my own devices, my head bobbing in a rhythm I've learned from you. Your other hand, now free, moves to my throat, pressing lightly, possessively over the bulge your cock makes as it pistons in and out of me. The dual sensation of being filled from the inside and claimed from the outside is overwhelming. My eyes roll back in my head, a choked, whimpering moan escaping around your length.

The sounds from above change—the wet, rhythmic squelch of you fingering yourself cuts through the fog of my own pleasure sending a fresh wave of heat flooding my core. I can feel it, the phantom sensation of being filled alongside the very real one in my throat. I double my efforts, my tongue flattening against the underside of your shaft, my throat relaxing, inviting you deeper, wanting to be the reason for those sounds, for your pleasure.

Then your command comes, sharp and clear, slicing through the haze. “You... Are going to swallow…. Every last drop.. Understand, pet?”

My mind latches onto the words. My only purpose. I can't nod, not with you holding my throat. So I answer the only way I can. A muffled, desperate "Mmm-hmm," vibrates around your cock. My hands, still gripping your thighs, tighten, my fingers digging in, a silent promise. I will. I swear it. I will take everything you give me and thank you for it.

My entire world has shrunk to this: the taste of plums and musk, the feeling of you pulsing in my throat, the pressure of your hand on my neck, the slick sounds of your other pleasure, and the burning need to obey. My body is no longer my own. It's an instrument, a vessel for your desire. My eyes flutter open, gazing up at you through a sheen of tears, my expression one of utter, worshipful submission. I wait. I am ready. I am yours.

The pressure on my throat increases, a possessive weight that feels less like a threat and more like a brand. Your fingers trace the outline of your cock moving within me, a slow touch that makes my own pulse hammer against your palm. The wet sounds from above grow more frantic, the rhythm of your hips against my face becoming sharper, more erratic. You're close.

~Fox🦊

*he bites his lip to try and muffle the moan that escaped him. He didn't want you to hear the sound. To that, it made him growl. He pulled you by your throat directly against the teeth on his groin, his body trembling as he came right down your throat. He had come from his other sex as well, soaking his fingers and his seat in the process. He slowly pulled his fingers out only to hold you in place to make sure you drank him down like your life depends on it.*

Good girl~ *he says between breaths, his grip only easing once he had completely stopped.* Now be a good little bitch and clean my fingers with your tongue

I gulp, my throat working frantically, my body trying desperately to keep up with the sheer volume. The taste is overwhelming, an intoxicating, heady sweetness that makes my head spin. My eyes water, tears of exertion and overwhelming sensation streaming down my face, mixing with the slick on my cheeks.

You hold me there, pinned against your body, your hand a vice on my throat, ensuring not a single drop is spilled. I can feel the tremors running through you, the aftershocks of your climax, the slight give of the wet throne beneath you. The room is filled with the sound of my desperate swallowing and your ragged breaths.

Slowly, the pulsing subsides. The flow lessens, then stops entirely. The grip on my throat eases, just slightly. Your body goes slack, a heavy, satisfied weight.

You remain still for a long moment, your tendril still buried deep inside me. Then, with agonizing slowness, you begin to pull back. I can feel every inch of its retreat, a smooth, slick glide that leaves me feeling empty, hollowed out.

Your other hand, the one that had been occupied elsewhere, comes into view. Your fingers are shiny, coated in the same plum-dark slick. They glisten in the dim light, a gory, beautiful offering.

"Now be a good little bitch and clean my fingers with your tongue."

My gaze is locked on your hand. My own body is a mess of trembling limbs and aching muscles, my face stinging from the bites of your teeth, my throat raw and bruised. But the command cuts through it all, a fresh, sharp directive that gives me a new purpose.

I lean forward, my movements slow and deliberate. I close my eyes as I bring your fingers to my lips, my tongue darting out to meet them. The taste explodes in my mouth again—that same sweet, dark, musky flavor of plums and spice and you. I take your fingers into my mouth, one by one, my tongue swirling around them, lapping up every last drop of your essence. I'm thorough, meticulous, my task a sacred rite.

When I'm done, when your fingers are clean, I pull back. I look up at you, my lips glistening, my expression one of quiet, heated devotion. I've done as you asked. I've been a good little bitch. Now, I wait. My fate is in your hands.

~Fox🦊

*he pets you almost affectionately before pushing you away so that he could stand and tuck himself back into his pants. He wasn't finished with you far from it. He lifts you up with such ease as if you weighed nothing to him. It is then that you are carried to his chamber and tossed onto the silken sheets of his queen sized mattress.*

*he undresses himself, layer by layer until he is bare before you, his mask still remaining on his face. His beautiful violet scaled body reflected in the light of the chamber. He traces the line of teeth going down from his chest to his groin* you will ride me. *He lays beside you and snaps his fingers, wanting you to strip.*

My body obeys before my mind fully registers the command. My hands, trembling slightly, move to the hem of my shirt. I pull it over my head, the fabric whispering against my skin. I cast it aside, then reach behind me to unhook my bra, revealing my pierced nipples and quite sizable chest—one thing I’m actually proud of. The lace joins the growing pile on the floor. My pants are next, the button and zipper a clumsy fumble under your intense, unseen gaze. I push them down, along with my underwear, until I'm bare before you, my own pale skin a stark contrast to your vibrant, scaled form.

With my body exposed and vulnerable, I fight the urge to cover myself. I know you have seen plenty of bodies, but the shyness still dominates me. My gaze is fixed on your mask, trying to decipher the expression behind the painted grin. What are you thinking? Are you pleased? Do you see the flaws I see, the softness of my stomach, the faint scars on my knees?

A slow, deliberate creak of the mattress pulls me from my thoughts. You're shifting, moving to the center of the bed. Your scales catch the light as you move, a liquid flow of violet and plum.

Slowly, carefully, I lower to my hands and knees. The silken sheets feel cool against my palms. I crawl the short distance across the bed, my body moving with a grace I didn't know I possessed. Every movement feels charged with a new, potent energy.

I stop beside you, my knees bracketing your hips. I'm poised above you, my hands braced on your chest, my fingers brushing against the cool, smooth scales which I’ve always found to be softer than what people like to describe. I can feel the faint, ridged texture of the teeth just below my palm, a dangerous, thrilling sensation.

~Fox🦊

#janka #jabber x zanka #zanka nijuku #jabber wonger #janka fic #janka fluff #janka smut #janka angst

MA’AM! DIGITAL. FOOTPRINT.

I can and will make every single thing say into a janka reference. There is no beating me in it.

Try me.

TRY ME.

zanka insisting on making a safe word for jabber just incase he goes too far, jabber hasn’t ever once used it because uh, hello? Jabber fucking wonger?

that safe word of course being mankira.

#janka #jabber x zanka #zanka nijuku #jabber wonger #zanka is 18 #janka fic #janka fluff #janka smut #mankira #gachiakuta jinki

1x1x1x1sbf

Can i request a janka (zanka x jabber) gachiakuta discord layout?^o^

Jabber x zanka discord layout .ᐟ.ᐟ

♡ + rb to use .. credits appreciated

kin/id/me tags ok for both . f/o tags iffy but ok?

I’m sick so zanka suffers with me

I’m pissed about the fact tumblr makes my art lower quality 😖

@sweetsangel

sweetsangel

awe look at how supportive jabbers being

#janka #jabber x zanka #zanka nijuku #jabber wonger #@Sweetsangel #my apologies #gachiakuta zanka #gachiart

little ugly dread head fr

I’m sick so zanka suffers with me

I’m pissed about the fact tumblr makes my art lower quality 😖

@sweetsangel

zanka waking up next to jabber only to be met with the raider jerking off right beside him while staring at him with a grin click post

#janka #jabber x zanka #zanka nijuku #jabber wonger #zanka is 18 #janka fic #janka fluff #janka smut

moss-eater202

Zanka having the most perverted thoughts about mankira (and jabber too ig 😒) after the trash beast arc, he keeps thinking about the most perverted thing but he also feels ashamed of it because he feels like he's disrespecting a vital instrument, (ofc he continues, he's a freak in the closet) his perverted thoughts is not only about mankira anymore but also to jabber.

One night he is having his awfully lewd thoughts about a certain raider (again) to the point he came to his pants. (Don't even know if that's actually possible irl but for the sake of porn he came by just thinking of something freaky with Jabber)

BAHHSHHAHA GOD SORRY😭 I love the idea of Zanka thinking dirty thoughts of Mankira, and begrudenly thinking of Jabber too😭😭 boy just admit you have a crush.

So after the trash beast arc. Let's go off the fight they had😏

Cumming untouched, choking, sucking fingers

boredfandomchild

HOLY FUCK THIS WAS SO GOOD

may i add, Jabber watching him thru the window and getting off to Zanka clearly thinking of him and Mankira??

he hasnt been able to stop thinking about Zanka's teeth around Mankira either 😮‍💨

moss-eater202

YEAH I WAS IMPLYING THAT JABBER WAS WATCHING HIM GET OFF!!!! So glad you picked that up twin…Jabber has been shamelessly jerking off thinking about Zanka worshipping Mankira, and thinking about Zanka and Lovely. ( he's a little jelly tbh)

boredfandomchild

yesss stalker and jealous jabber 🤤

now he just needs to slip thru that window and make both their fantasies come true 🤭

cee-views

YOU NEED SLEEP

you first BITCH

#janka #jabber x zanka #zanka nijuku #jabber wonger #janka fluff #i love janka #Janka janka janka #they’re so cute #Did I tell you I love janka?

sleep is for the WEAK.

when someone starts talking about how cringe janka shippers are and how they don’t have any chemistry but the enemy is closer then they think

Had to block more gachiakuta fans that I thought were cool again today, why? Because they were talking about sexual incest regarding Kyouka and zanka. Honestly it breaks my heart to see how..weird this fandom can be, I absolutely LOVE gachiakuta, but a majority of the fans are pretty disgusting. and if you do proship then for the love of god. KEEP IT TO YOURSELF.

i honestly feel bad for kei Urana, she deserves better atp. Call me sensitive or whatever you want but every single platform I go on, there they are. I usually just try to avoid these people and just block them, but honestly they’re everywhere. Not just on tumblr, every single app I go on.

I don’t hate dark shippers/proshippers because most of them are people who use it to cope, a majority being minors. What bother me are full grown adults doing it who AREN’T struggling. And mischaracterize black characters with racial stereotypes.

Those people creep me out.. but if you do ship disturbing things, please please PLEASE make sure to do so in your own community instead of openly talking about it with people who don’t darkship.

it’s ruining gachiakuta for me.

#zanka nijuku #gachiakuta #kyouka nijiku #Tw incest #fuck incels #gachiakuta fandom #kei urana #tw vent #tw proshipping mentioned #janka #Fe1fe1 rants

how it feels being a janka shipper and not seeing jabber as the bottom

ZANKA IS A POWER BOTTOM PROVE ME WRONG

#jabber x zanka #janka #zanka is 18 #jabber wonger #zanka nijuku #janka fic #janka angst #janka smut #janka fluff

doesitmatternook

I made my own jabber fanfic ._. It might be bad I might delete this but tell me if like it basically what it be like dating him

"𝒀𝑶 𝑴𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑰𝑻 𝑰 𝑮𝑶𝑻 𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑬𝑺 𝑻𝑶 BE"

༘⋆༄.°⋆ He moves left ~

༘⋆༄.°⋆ You move left

Right.. ༘⋆༄.°⋆

༘⋆༄.°⋆ Left

(The hell going on some weird twister game?)

"Ight you're annoying.."

Moves again you move

"NO WAY.." Jabber yells gritting his teeth before he keeps trying to get out your way

"Aye, right what you want." He seemed annoyed at you or in a rush or something, but you kept getting in his way.

He then stops trying to dodge an amusement coming onto his face, a big grin appearing like excitement. "You're really quick." he says with curiosity, a grin coming on his face a real big one, "Hey, hey, HEY!!! people usually can't keep up with me" He gets closer to you making you step back, "DO IT AGAIN!!!!"

He encourages,

"C'mon let me see that strength.. "

You, "No"

Jabber, "FIGHT ME"

"NO"

"Fight me"

"No"

"Fight me"

"No"

"Fight me"

"No"

"WHY NOT!!!" He exclaimed, "MAN.. I was getting all interested now I'm BORED" His eyes widened, "You don't just get in my way AND NOT EXPECT A FIGHT that's just how it WORKS"

He then switch like a light switch letting out a low deep breath, "Nahhh..." He steps his shoulders forward leaning against you, "Nahh—Nah you just don't get to dip on me like that"

You:thinking (Just wanted to mess with the poor guy what the hell

now look fuck around and find out he wants to beat ur ass)

~WACK💥

"Did-You just.." He's cut off by the

slap his head turning to the side a red mark appearing

○

You slap him again and again his head turned to his side until— he catches your wrist before leaning in closer, studying your face. "C'monnn at least look at me when you do it."

You:thinking (ohh BROTHER THIS GUY STINKS!!)

"HEY- WAIT YO!! get back here.." his expression chaotic that grin never leaving his Face he began bolting after you,"Where's all that CONFIDENCE NOW!?" He doesn't look angry but like he's enjoying this chase, "Got yooouu" he says singsong he pants heavy breathless, "Damn you kinda fast.. " He then sighed grinning like a madman, "Caught you now what?"

You confessed why you even did that in the first place and he just laughs,

"You always this bored?" He smirked, "Yeah I like you" He doesn't let go of you just yet a little troll that caught his attention,

You: "Look what's over there"

He turns his head over to see what your yelling about

"༄ ——"

Jabber is silent looking back, (Thinking:Wait what) he blinks slowly and turns his head towards you where you left him in the dust

, "HEY COME BACK"

The rest is pretty much history.

Now

"This place stinks worse than usual" He says looking ahead

You and Jabber were sitting on some junk just chatting,

You: "I can't smell the difference between you and the scrap."

Jabber lifts an eyebrow. He was silent for a moment, tossing a piece of scrap, "Harsh, you always this sweet?"

He throws more scraps, they do not land anywhere and, much faster when you try to speak, he tosses one in the air the minute you try to talk.

What starts getting annoying

"Yeah, yeah, I swear you make everything feel like a problem—"

He gets BONKED on the head by you

He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, "Okay, yeah, I deserved that one, TCH... damn baby, you're a real sassy one." He whined, rubbing his head looking up at his hand, "Mann. Was starting to worry you'd go soft on me."

—— latttterrrrr)

"What? Cuddling with me man, that sounds borin."

You look annoyed preparing to honestly leave he looks after you, "I didn't say no"

"You comfortable because I can't feel my arm"

.....

"This is so unbelievably boringgg" He whine but not Leaving from cuddling with you

He then lifted his rings towards your face wiggling his fingers with a grin making you fall back onto the ground

Squealing, "JABBER"

His grin gets wider,

"What? I'm not doing anything"

He teases you, "I'm aiming my hand at you!!!"

BONK, "AW SHIT- THAT ACTUALLY HURT.." He now had a swollen red bump peaking out of

his head from the hitting

You, "Don't do that again.." Jabber snickers before he ridiculed, "Can't promise that.." You raise your fist again,

"WAIT"

You and jabber were walking together before, swoop the thing he was eating gets taken by a black crow, "This is exactly the shit I be talking about I WAS EATING THAT" he points after the crow, "That bird has been followin me for a week now I drop, GONE. yesterday I was mindin my own business and look GONE you can't tell me it's a coincidence man at some point you gotta admit seein some pattern"

He dramatically points at the bird, "LOOK HES acting all innocent that's how they get you"

(What is he talking about"

"That's him" He exclaimed his eyes narrowing trying to get you to look, "That bird?" You say confused it was just a bird picking at some trash,"THAT Bird" He responded quickly to you, "I mean all birds look the same don't they?" he questioned but sounded confident,

"No actually they don'-"

"Yes, they do" He cuts you off

"No they don'-"

He cuts you off again before moving his finger pointed at you with wide eyes to the bird,"Look, Look" you look again at the bird,"Look harder,"

"what am I supposed to be seeing?"

"See there's something different about him.." He trails off, "His attitude"

...

You sigh before looking at him, "You can't be serious" before jabber scuffed raising his arms, "All I'm hearing your on the birds side"

He kept going before,"Okay let's just go get food" You offered he seemed very pressed about the fact that his food was taken, so why not get something to eat ? Jabber thought about it his hand on his chin looking way before staring at you, "Do you have money to pay.." You ask him he looks into the distance before back at you, "Probably.." He says and immediately start checking his pockets you facepalm, "Relaxxx I'm conducting an investigation"

You guys arrived, and you paid. He began ordering,

"Can I get.... The biggest thing you've got here extra everything."

The server looks at him for a moment before speaking, "Anything else?"

"Yeah, another one of the biggest things you got here."

He looks over at you, "Relax baby. Remember a bird stole my food?"

He waved his hand dismissively, "If you do the math you still have enough to get somethin" whats a small fry, "You're spending all my money," He puts his hands behind his head, "I'm encouraging, healthy, eating habits"

Later the food comes he rubs his hands together and began digging in not slowing down, "Slow down nobody's taking it.." you encourage but he stuffed his mouth, "That's what I thought last time" he talks with his mouth full.

You sigh deeply, "You're a bum" Jabber looks up from his food at you, "WHAT? a bum" he spoke loudly and some people began looking over before you talk a little lower, "I don't have anything" you sound more annoyed

"What? you didn't order anything"

"Because I had to pay for your MOUNTAIN of a meal"

"That's kind of stupid" He puts two and two together

"You should've told me that" He slides a plate towards you "Here, eat"

You teases, " Awww, you actually care about me"

He nearly choked on his drink before pointing to the plate he gave you, "Nah what? I care about not listening to you complain that you're hungry."

⏾

The day ends off quietly Jabber and you lay together You're sleeping peacefully until the blanket gets yanked off of you you look over and Jabber is rolling off to the side "ZZZZZZZZZZ ZZZZ" He rolls over and takes up more room of the bed his arms out like a starfish leaving no room for you

"MY BREAD- EH"

He falls back down slapping you in the face enough is enough you thought before shaking him awake he did not respond before jolting awake, "Whaa I slapped you!? Why were you near my arm.." He blinks at you, "You were asleep I mean so was I.."

He stares at you before looking up in the air, "Did I win..." he asked stepping closer his voice dropping of sleep, "Did I win the fight?" He rubs his eyes; He then takes a breath, "My bad baby..."

"Was that an apology ?"

He flipped down back on the bed moving over to the side closing his eyes, "Don't get use to it..."

"ZZZZZ

ZZZ

By morning you hadn't got any sleep and sat at the edge of the bed with eye bags, " tonight you sleep on the couch or the floor pick one"

Jabber steps back in shock, " it couldn't have been that bad"

You just stare at him, "It was that bad?" He says a little quieter. SUPPORT MY WATTPAD FOR MORE PARTS TO READ

Read 𝘞𝘏𝘈𝘛𝘚 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘐𝘚𝘚𝘜𝘌? - 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 1 from the story 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓙𝓪𝓫𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓸𝓷𝓰...

every day when I log into tumblr I’m either reminded of the amazing aspects of the gachiakuta fandom, or see a bunch of racist, proshipping, actual horrible people.

there is NO inbetween.

#janka #jabber x zanka #gachiakuta #gachiakuta zanka #gachiakuta enjin #rudo surebrec #zanka nijuku #jabber wonger #guita hebby fantasia #dear santa #bro santa?#fu orostor #tamsy caines #zodyl typhon #cthoni andor #noerde hew amozo #Enjizan

If enjin truly is dead…ZANKA MY POOR FUCKING BABY..

#zanka nijuku #gachiakuta #gachiakuta zanka #gachiakuta enjin #team akuta #not a ship #father and son

boredfandomchild

I FIGURED OUT HOW TO WORD A LINE THAT WAS BUGGING ME AND NOW IM SO HYPE I FEEL LIKE A TEENAGE BOY THAT WANTS TO PUNCH SOME DRYWALL

the line in question:

"Jabber rewrapped his wounds, relishing in the sting that sang his survival, then pulled on the dull gray uniform that named his betrayal"

depending on when i can finish editing, it'll either be up later tonight or tomorrow ✌🏻

EDIT ITS OUT NOW