hiii im lennon ^_^ this is my sideblog where i write men having relations
i dont write often but i want a place to post my fics n maybe some progress when i do write !
no minors pls ! i usually write 18+ content
im multifandom and a multishipper ! i write whatever gets beamed into my brain :] im currently very fixated on gachiakuta ! my other fandoms are...
splatoon, golden kamuy, pokemon, cookie run, transformers (prime, mtmte), my hero academia (though im not up to speed on it), death note, dunmeshi, and probably more...
alr i need to have goals for myself this year... i rlly wanna start working on my volo modern au fic but theres just so much to it that idek where to staarrrt . ugh why cant i just start writing at the climax of the story lmao
also i wanna return to gk and write more for them final season is finally out so maybe ill do smth for vasio or smth :]
i think those r the only ones i rlly wanna focus on i need to challenge myself a little and stick to a longer story so i can improve. nothing crazy .... maybe just a few chapters or so. knowing me tho id have to upload it all at once or not at all cuz i will not finish it
Tags: Dubious Consent, Trans Zanka Nijiku, Trans Jabber Wonger, Objectum/Objectophilia, Implied Somnophilia, Kidnapping, Drugged Sex, Aphrodisiacs, Restraints, Gags, Muzzles, Licking, Strap-ons, Praise Kink, Degradation, Vaginal Sex, Jabber has a split tongue, non-graphic wound depiction, she/it for lovely assistaff, Top Jabber Wonger, Bottom Zanka Nijiku
oh my god bruh theyre FREAKYYY. probably not super canon compliant ive been into gachi for a week. these guys are soooo up my alley its insane. i wrote this in like 3 days. thats a record for me. also the song doesnt rlly have any relation to the fic it just makes me thjnk about them SO BAAAADDDD
preview and link below the cut!
clicky me for the link !
preview:
Light burned into Zanka's eyes as he came to, a familiar curve lifting his chin upwards as his brain caught up to the situation at hand. A figure loomed above him, shoving Lovely against his throat and bumping his head into the wall behind him. Zanka tried to bring his hands up to defend himself, sighing in frustration as he realized they were restrained tightly above his head with a harsh rope. That wasn't the only thing restrained, a dull ache in his jaw brought attention to the bit in his mouth. Dry drool crusted on his chin was replaced with fresh as Zanka tried to speak around it. His eyes focused more, a boxy cage surrounded his jaw which held the gag in place. A muzzle? Seriously? he thought, trying to mumble out some choice words to his captor, but it came out incomprehensible.
"Oh Zankaaa," a sing songy voice called out from the figure, his wide grin unmistakable even through the thick haze in Zanka's head. Jabber squatted in front of him so that they were eye level. He pressed Lovely harder against his neck, giggling at the choked up sound Zanka made.
"About time you got up, I was getting bored! Messin' with you in your sleep is fun and all but nothing compares to this." Jabber released the pressure on his neck. His grip on Lovely loosened and she clattered against the floor. Zanka's head fell forwards, groaning at the sudden movement. He blinked a few times, chasing away the blurred edges around his vision. His body was mostly bare, sleep shirt was still on at least. His thighs were sticky, the cold floor had a puddle below him that made him shiver. Is that from me?
A clawed hand snuck up his torso. Sharp pain across his ribs dragged Zanka out of his head, he hissed in protest. Jabber laughed as he followed Zanka's twitching body with Mankira, tapping the tips of his claws against Zanka's ribcage to watch him squirm. As much as he loved when Zanka would wail on him, Jabber thought he looked too good when he got fucked up to not play with the younger man like this.
Jabber's laugh echoed throughout the room, his claws retreated from underneath Zanka's shirt. A burning sting pulsed throughout the wounds they had left, Zanka breathed harshly while blood dripped down his side. Jabber stood back up, muttering something about letting that sink in and needing to get something. He left the room with a wink, Lovely out of reach. Zanka immediately started a panicked struggle against his restraints. How did I even get into this situation?
u can read the rest on ao3 :] ๐๐ enjoyyyy ^_^
Jabber orders Hurricane Shots at every bar he goes to. Just for fun. The bartenders always seem to get a laugh out of it and nothing beat the rush of burning alcohol followed by a shock of water and decent slap. It's a great start to the night.
And then one day he shows up at a bar. Orders his shot.
Only to be met with the most deadpan, judgemental look given through piercing blue eyes past a fringe of ashy blond hair. He thinks its a joke probably. Asks what he actually wants to order. Jabber doubles down.
The bartender looks more than a little annoyed, but shrugs and says he'll get one of the girls to do it. Jabber stops him with frantic hand movements.
"You do it. I can take it."
And the bartender looks a little weirded out. He has this superior air about him, looking down on Jabber like the request alone makes him pathetic. And he rolls his eyes.
Gives Jabber his shot while holding a cup of water. Jabber tosses back the liquor, relishing the sting as it burns down hisnesophagus and settles in his empty stomach like acid, strong enough to make his eyes water, and before he can even tilt his head back down, icy water is splashed in his face, startling the attempt at a breath, and within half a second, the hardest slap hed received in his life.
The kind of slap that hits solid, makes his ears ring, sends pinpricks of fire all across the side of his face until he can feel his heartbeat in the skin of his cheek.
Its an adrenaline rush. It sends heat throughout his whole body. Sends his heart into overdrive, especially when he meets those cold, calculating eyes and catches the barest hint of a smug smile tugging at the bartenders lips.
And Jabber falls a little bit in love right then and there.
ok now have a snippy of what im working on I DONT LIKE THESE GUYYYS DIE DIE IDE DIE (lying)
janka pwp below
"You're being a really good boy, Zanka."
Shit.
A moan escaped before he could swallow it down. His body trembled, relaxing in his captors grip and turning towards him with pleading eyes. Zanka felt his clit throb in time with his heart. Rational thoughts were tucked away willingly. Jabber wasn't gonna kill him, not tonight. Maybe not ever.
The grin plastered across Jabbers face grew...somehow. He looked utterly delighted as he stood up and watched Zanka try to follow his touch.
"Thats all it takes?" A giggle laden question. "Start waggin' your tail at the simplest praise? I get that... I feel real good when people insult me. 'Specially when you do."
