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Hey, this might be a little too kinky so I totally get if no one wants to do it but could someone write a fanfic of Zanka getting a hug and maybe a few words of affirmation? Again, I know it's a little out there but just a hug would be fine too. No pressure, thank you in advance.

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I'M LITERALLY CRYING TEARS OF JOY MY SON IS ALIVE AND WELL Y'ALL WE NEED TO GIVE EISHIA A NOBEL PEACE PRICE OR SOMETHING BECAUSE I WAS ONE CHAPTER AWAY FROM LOSING MY SHIT OMG I LOVE THEM ALL SO MUCH LIFE IS WORTH LIVING I'M SO HAPPY

Also can we note Lovely Assistaffs three second cameo before returning to the void where Umbreaker is. Not seeing them literally makes my skin crawl, it's like missing a loved one.

[ilovethatutookmyname]

18+ ; crowned royal

ᯓ𑣲 cw warning: s/o pierced dih, f!reader, spit in mouth f receiving, piv, missionary, alluding to squirting.

exhales that pass as moans escape from your lips as you sink into new sensations. your legs were pushed to the sides of your head you’re flexible okay it’s fun and your hands kept them up while man pushed into you, dragging your soul out with each thrust cause it felt too good. your yoni grew accustomed to your two finger girthed dildo in your period of waiting for your man’s scandalous piercing to heal, so the stretch to adjust back to his length and the newest feeling of metal rubbing and poking at your walls pleasured you beyond any expression.

each stroke was gentle, deep, and so fucking good. sounds beyond grateful sighs couldn’t manage to escape. the cold, metal balls from your man’s newest dick piercing continuously pressed on all of the spots inside you that made you feel good. he made sure to move in a way that also gave a massage to those places, which only drove you crazier.

he chuckled at your fucked out expression, “so you are liking it? what happened to being ‘mad that I’ve been suppressing your needs’?” all you could do is shake your head. not out of denial that you feel good, but because you couldn’t say anything. your previously closed eyes fought to open and take a look at him.

soon as you looked in his eyes, your pleasure began to increase and overwhelm your body. your moans finally returned and your man cooed, “there you go, luv. thought I’d never hear your pretty song. thought I’d have to stop.” he began to move faster and your moans only got louder. “s’that feel good, baby? you like the piercing I got for you, huh? like how it hits every spot I couldn’t hit before?”

you groan in response and tears of pleasure swelled in your eyes. “yeah, baby, I know. must be sorry you were so mean to me earlier, huh. you sorry?” he teased. you fought to respond but your moans suffocated your words. he taps your face in reprimand. “m’talking to you.” he stops his thrusting and you cry.

“please, please” you whisper through your dry mouth and move your hands to his lower back, attempting to start his moving again.

“you sorry?” he asked again, leaning into your face. your eyes peeled open and you nodded. “unt un, words. you sorry?”

“m’sorry.” you say quietly. not cause you wanted to but because your throat was literally dry from hanging open.

“huh?” he moved his hand to cup your chin and pushed your mouth open, letting a harsh spit into your mouth in order to moisturize your throat. you flinch and swallow, talking again.

“I’m sorry.” you said more clearly, still pushing at his back. “please” you plea, hinting for him to start moving again.

“I forgive ya, baby. you just didn’t know I was doing it all for you,” he hummed and placed a slow kiss to your lips before backing away and moving your hands from his back to your legs again, “I ain’t tell you to move those either.”

he began to move again and the pleasure seemed to hit 1000x harder. all you could do is let him pleasure you with his newly pierced cock. you praised whatever cosmos told him to get this piercing for you, because everything was about to get a whole lot better. you let him rock-it-till-waterfalls. the sheets under you both unbelievably wet and creamed out. he let you experience every position yall used to do before he got pierced and now they all made you see stars.

when you finally tore off of eachother, you stared at his dick that was now shiny with cum and the piercing seemed to wink at you. you laugh and toy with it. “I do love this piercing, btw.”

Inspired by: my insane mischaracterization of Hobie Brown— you can imagine ‘he’ as: Ryomen Sukuna, Toji Fushiguro, Jabber Wonger, Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Gris Rubion, anyone else you think fits the part.

leading to it vers

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Zanka & Jabber

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Zanka putting Jabber's hoodie on Lovely Assistaff and grinding down on her send tweet

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When Jabber saw Zanka cry for the first time, something in him awakened. It wasn't a single, silent tear or glistening eyes, but full on sobbing like a child. His cheeks were flooded with tears that seemed neverending, his chest wouldn't stop shaking with sobs and he was desperately trying to hide behind hands that were too busy trying to find anything grounding to hold onto. Eventually the boy tired himself out and he lifted his head, giving Jabber view of the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen. Glistening, red rimmed eyes, red and splotchy cheeks covered in streaks of tears and then he took a deep breath and it fucking hitched with leftover sobs. That sound, so cute and so fucking pathetic, made Jabber melt and simultaneously cum into his pants.

From that day on it became his mission to unreval Zanka and break him down to a pathetic, wailing mess. To be the one to break him and then make it all better with sweet yet degrading words and gentle hands. The best way to make that happen was by overstimulating his boyfriend and giving him backhanded praise.

He would have Zanka under him, pounding him into his sixth orgasm while delivering several sharp blows onto his thighs and ass, and Zanka would be trying, and failing, to hide his sobs by biting the shit out of a pillow. He would scramble for anything to hold onto until his hands found the arms that are caging him in and curl around them in a tight grip. It was such a small thing but so intimate and it gave Jabber a rush of power to be the one Zanka sought out for comfort even if he was the one to put him into his pathetic state.

Meanwhile Zanka didn't know where his head was at and wether he wanted to kill Jabber or crawl inside of his ribcage for comfort.

"Such a good fucking boy, Zanka, it's a shame you're a disappointment to anyone else. So fucking pathetic under me. We both know you never stood a chance against me, it's about time you get that into your pretty little head. Don't worry, there's strength in admitting that too. My baby's so strong, now fucking take it!"

Zanka desperately tried to take a breath but it shook and collapsed into another sob and that's all Jabber needed to paint his insides with his cum.

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Zanka is such a pretty thing, I just know his nose turns red and he whimpers when he cries. This is my first time writing anything smut ish (this vanilla ass paragraph y'all I can't, leave me tf alone😭) but that shaky breath you take after crying really does something for me. I don't want anybody on my ass about dynamics, in my book they're both doms/subs and switches. English isn't my first language and I just sprinkle commas where the vibe feels right, sorry for that. Bye.

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Eishia on TikTok after having to treat Janka for the wounds they gave each other during a night of passion:

[twintaileddragon]

Would You Still Love Me?

Jabber x Zanka

"Would you love me if I was a worm?" The second it passed Jabber's lips Zanka paused. The raider's smile grew wider as each second passed, holding back snickers as Zanka's face shifted between various stages of confusion. He swung his foot carelessly, sitting on the edge of the fallen wall with Jabber leaning annoyingly against him. Out in the wastes, just the two of them, no one else to hear that stupid question.

"Yes." Zanka said simply. Jabber grinned, but his boyfriend had an oddly serious look on his face. "I think I would."

"You think?"

"Well, It would be interesting to see a worm with your bloodlust. After all, worms are fairly docile. It would be kinda cute to see you try and bite me." Zanka smiled. As he went on, Jabber's amusement dwindled to a humble disbelief. "Plus, you'd be easy to keep since you'd be so small. I could make a little tank for you. Of course, I would need water in there to keep you hydrated... The only downside I can think of is that wouldn't be able to be... intimate anymore. But, that's a good trade off for you being silent." Zanka shrugged. When he looked back at Jabber he was just staring at him, almost mindlessly. "...Why? Were you planning on becoming a worm anytime soon."

"...Uh... Nah... not really."

"Idiot." The cleaner scoffed. "What about you? Would you love me if I was a worm?"

"Huh oh... sure. I'd just keep you in my pocket-"

"I'd die in there."

"I'll pour some water in there sometimes I guess-"

"You could have just said no."

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

"Would you love me if I lost all my teeth?" Jabber asked, leaning back in Zanka's desk chair. He was waiting for Zanka to finish his nightly routine with Lovely Assistaff. He looked at him, a hopeful look in his eyes. Zanka continued to oil his staff, glancing over at Jabber with a light smile.

"...It would be nice to get head from you and NOT worry about you biting my dick off. So, that's a major plus already." The second Zanka began weighing the pros and cons Jabber got more excited. He listened intently, his eyes big. "You'd have a harder time talking, also a good thing... but you'd be limited in what you eat and while that doesn't effect me too much I would miss how excited you get when we get wings... plus you couldn't eat the bones anymore like a wild animal and honestly I've... always thought it was kind of adorable when you do that."

"Wait, really?"

"Yeah, I don't know... I used to be put off by it but it grew on me..."

"Huh..."

"Plus, I guess if you had no teeth that means no more love bites... and... I like those too much to part with them. But... if I'd still have you then that's okay..." Zanka admitted, red in the face. Jabber let out a loving sigh.  "What about you? Would you love me if I had no teeth?"

"...Hmm I don't know... You'd look weird-"

"Good to know that's your line-"

"Nah, I'm joking. I would. Promise." Zanka couldn't help but smile hearing that. Jabber let him finish his routine uninterrupted.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

"Would you kiss someone else for 10 million Galla?"

"Yes." When Zanka answered Jabber felt his eye twitch. Zanka wasn't even looking at him. They were lying on the ground, bruised and bloody after a fun night. They were staring at the sky, catching their breath after that workout. "Easily-"

"Easily?" Jabber sneered, turning his head to glare at his boyfriend. Zanka still didn't look at him. "You'd really kiss someone else for money?"

"Yeah. I get 10 million and get to watch my possessive boyfriend go crazy on somebody." Zanka tried to laugh but the pain in his stomach kept him from being too gleeful. That explanation started to calm the raider. "I... I've never told you this before... but I kind like that crazy look in your eye you get when you get jealous." Jabber was speechless, looking over at Zanka. "It makes me feel... wanted, I guess. The idea that you would tear through anyone and anything for me... of all people... it's comforting, I guess." Jabber still didn't know what to say, embarrassed at how out of control his heart was. "What about you? Would you kiss someone else for 10 million Galla?"

"...No... I got everything I want... but if you promise to go just as crazy on whoever I kiss, that would be pretty fun to watch."

"I would. No worries."

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"If  I was in your ex's body and they were in mine, who would you kiss first?"

"Oh, that's a tough one," Zanka tapped his chin, thinking it over. He had raised the spoon to his mouth but the broth was pouring out of it as he was lost in thought. Jabber waited patiently, ignoring his own food as he did so. "Uh... I don't know. Genuinely. How do I switch you back?"

"Let's say you can't."

"Fuck... uh.. I guess I'd take you with my ex's body I guess... I don't want to but I fell for your personality so..."

"Aww really?"

"Yeah, it shocks me too, but I did." Zanka's little jab got the raider to laugh. The cleaner smiled, always warmed by that sound. "You'd probably enjoy having boobs, so you wouldn't mind the switch too much."

"...That does sound nice... Are they big?"

"Nah, not really." Zanka shook his head. "...Damn, but I'd miss sleeping with you. This is the worst one you've ever asked me.... What about you? What if I swapped with your ex?"

"Threesome-"

"Damn, why didn't I think of that?" Zanka dropped his spoon back in his bowl and Jabber's rampant laughter followed. 

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

"If we were trapped somewhere and you died first would you let me eat you?"

"...Yes..." Zanka pondered that one, leaning on his hand as he began to mull it over. Jabber snickered about it, snuggling up to Zanka's chest. In the afterglow, the raider was always rather affectionate, kissing at Zanka's chest . "Sure. Yeah, go for it."

"Really?"

"I mean... if I died, I think I'd be okay with that... if it kept you alive for a little longer..."

"Aw, babe," Jabber playfully bit Zanka's shoulder, forcing a laugh from the cleaner. He had to keep it quiet though, not wanting to wake anyone around HQ.  "I'll keep that in mind~"

"You're going to eat me dick first, aren't you?"

"Well... See, I don't know," Jabber laid his head on his chest, making the cleaner snort. He could hear his heartbeat. "I wanna... but also, I kinda want to save it for last so I can use it-"

"What the fu- With what bloodflow, idiot?"

"Oh, you know what, you're right. Yeah, then I'd eat it first." Zanka's snickering had Jabber bouncing on his chest. He loved it, clinging to the cleaner.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

"If I got into a really weird kink, would you try it for me-"

"That's our whole relationship, Jabber." That response got the raider to howl, his laughter filling the area. The only louder sound was the rain. Their walk was interrupted by it, the two seeking shelter under a little abandoned shack. "Do you really think I was getting stabbed during handjobs in my last relationship?"

"I mean like, REALLY weird shit."

"I choke you, sometimes-"

"Think weirder."

"You're into blood play, Jabs-"

"Like WAY WEIRDER."

"Weirder than when I step on your-"

"YES. Weirder!"

"...Like what?" Zanka was afraid when Jabber leaned over. He whispered in his ear. Zanka's confusion bloomed into disgust and horror and back to disgust. Jabber's giggling in between wasn't helping either. "Wh-Wait- NO, NO! No way!"

"Really, No?"

"NO!"

"Not even for me~?"

"Absolutely not!"

"I've found your limit," Jabber teased, feeling proud of himself as he leaned back on his hands. Zanka looked at him, his brows knitted. Jabber enjoyed his victory... for a moment.

"...Once." Jabber thought he didn't hear that for a second. He looked over, his breath caught in his throat as he looked at the resignation on Zanka's face. "...For you... I might... try once."

"...Wait, really?" Jabber's voice was soft, a mix of touched and in disbelief. "For me?"

"Yeah... I mean... I do a lot of things with you I never thought I'd do so... what's one more?" Jabber couldn't help but just stare at him, a harsh blush taking over his face. Zanka chuckled weakly, seeing the effect that had on the raider. "...Everything alright?"

"...I love you."

"Love you too... So uh... enough with the dumb ass questions, okay?"

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Janka

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I headcanon that Rudo fell victim of kidnapping attempts with the help of candy one too many times & now whoever is out with him has to keep him on one of those leashes for runaway toddlers (Zanka came up with it bc he had one for Jabber, who has zero sense of direction and acts like a Niffler when he sees shiny things, until they switched to handcuffs bc Jabber thought it was hot)

(I'm gonna need someone to draw Jabber as a Niffler now)

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FUCK THE NIJIKUS ALL COPS ARE BASTARDS THIS STUPID FUCKING WHORE GOT ME FUCKED UP HIDING DURING THE ENTIRE ARC DOING JACK SHIT JUST TO SWOOP IN AT THE WORST MOMENT ACTING ALL HIGH AND MIGHTY TRYNA RUIN OUR FAMILY THIS RAGGEDY ASS BITCH AND THE REST OF THEM TALK SHIT ABOUT THE ONLY USEFUL MEMBER OF THEIR BLOODLINE BUT ALL THEY'RE CAPABLE OF IS WAIT TILL THEIR ENEMIES ARE AT THEIR MOST VULNERABLE TO STRIKE BC THEY KNOW THEY'RE WEAK ASS COCKROACHES WHO CAN'T GET SHIT DONE THEIR MOTHERFUCKING JOB MIGHT I ADD IF ENJIN DIES, RUDO GETS ACCUSED AGAIN, MY SON LOSES HIS LIFE OR HIS PRECIOUS STICK AND RIYO ENDS UP ALONE I'M GONNA BLOW THIS WHOLE FUCKING PLANET UP WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THEM AND TO EVERYONE WHO PRAYED FOR A HELL GUARD ARC I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY BC I'M GONNA MENTION YOU IN MY SUICIDE NOTE GOOD FUCKING BYE

I can't handle this y'all, someone put me in a straightjacket or knock me out till things start to look better pls💔

[gllimzz]

zanka n reader having just tender and soft sex bc they love each other sososo much <3

Most precious in the world

Pairing: zanka nijiku x reader

Genre: fluff smut

Summary: reader and zanka share a moment during sex. :p

Wc: 971

A/n: i don’t have anything to say but ty for the request. I rlly appreciate that in getting slightly more known every time i post. U r all the best. I have to much free time to write rn.

The room is wrapped in a gentle hush, the only light coming from a single warm lamp on the bedside table, casting soft golden hues across the sheets. Rain taps lightly against the window, a soothing backdrop that makes everything feel even more intimate. Zanka hovers above you, propped on his elbows so he doesn’t put too much weight on your body. His dark eyes are full of quiet wonder as he looks down at you, one hand gently cradling your cheek, thumb stroking your skin with infinite care.

“I still can’t believe you’re mine,” he whispers, voice low and thick with emotion. “I love you… so much. More than I ever thought I could love anyone.”

You reach up, threading your fingers through his hair and pulling him down into a kiss. It starts soft—barely a brush of lips—then deepens slowly, tongues meeting in a lazy, heartfelt dance. There’s no hunger or desperation, just pure, overflowing affection. His free hand slides down your side, tracing the curve of your waist, your hip, like he’s memorizing every inch of you.

He breaks the kiss only to trail his mouth along your jaw, down the column of your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses that leave warm, tingling trails. When he reaches the hollow of your throat, he lingers, sucking gently, savoring the way your pulse flutters under his lips. A soft sigh escapes you, and he smiles against your skin.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, voice vibrating through you. “Every part of you… I could spend forever just touching you like this.”

His hands explore with reverence—cupping your breasts, thumbs circling your nipples until they tighten under his touch. He lowers his head, taking one into his mouth, tongue swirling slowly, lovingly, while his fingers tease the other. Your back arches, a quiet moan slipping out, and he responds with a deep, contented hum, like your pleasure feeds his own.

He continues downward, kissing a path over your ribs, your stomach, the sensitive skin just above your hipbones. When he settles between your thighs, he doesn’t rush. He kisses the inside of one knee, then the other, working his way up with patient affection. His breath ghosts over your core, making you shiver.

“Relax for me, love,” he breathes, pressing a soft kiss right where you need him most. His tongue moves in slow, gentle strokes—exploring, savoring—never hurried. One of his hands finds yours, fingers intertwining tightly as he devotes himself to your pleasure. He listens to every gasp, every whimper, adjusting with perfect care until your thighs are trembling around his shoulders and your free hand is clutching the sheets.

Only when you’re breathless and pleading does he rise back up, kissing you deeply so you can taste yourself on his lips. He positions himself between your legs, the blunt head of his cock nudging at your entrance. His eyes lock onto yours, full of love and quiet intensity.

“Are you ready?” he asks softly.

You nod, pulling him closer. He pushes in slowly—inch by careful inch—stretching you open with such tenderness that it steals your breath. When he’s fully seated, he stills, forehead pressed to yours, breathing shakily.

“Fuck… you feel like home,” he whispers, voice cracking just a little. “So warm… so perfect.”

You wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, holding him as close as possible. He starts to move—long, slow, rolling thrusts that drag against every sensitive spot inside you. There’s no pounding rhythm, just deep, loving strokes that make you feel completely connected, completely cherished. His hips move like waves, gentle and steady, building pleasure gradually, beautifully.

Every thrust is accompanied by soft words and kisses: “I love you,” “You’re everything to me,” “Stay with me like this forever.” His hands never stop moving—stroking your hair, cradling your face, sliding down to grip your thigh and pull you even closer. Sweat begins to slick your skin, but it only makes everything feel more intimate.

Your pleasure climbs in a slow, shimmering wave. Zanka can feel it in the way you clench around him, and he keeps that same tender pace, grinding gently against you on every stroke. “That’s it, baby… let me feel you,” he murmurs against your lips. “I’ve got you. I’m right here.”

When you come, it’s overwhelming in the softest way—your body tightening around him as waves of pleasure roll through you. You cry out his name, trembling beneath him, and he kisses you through every pulse, swallowing your moans with deep, loving kisses. Only then does he let himself follow, burying himself deep as he spills inside you with a low, broken groan, hips stuttering gently through his release.

For a long time afterward, he doesn’t pull out. He collapses carefully over you, careful to keep most of his weight on his forearms, face tucked into the crook of your neck. You stay joined, breathing each other in, hearts slowing together. His fingers trace lazy patterns on your arm, your back, anywhere he can reach.

Eventually he shifts just enough to slide out of you, but immediately pulls you into his arms, spooning you from behind. One strong arm wraps around your waist, the other hand gently cupping your breast as he presses kisses along your shoulder and the back of your neck.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve this… to deserve you,” he says quietly, voice thick with emotion. “But I’m going to spend every day making sure you feel exactly how much I love you.”

You turn your head to kiss him softly, smiling against his lips. The rain continues outside, but inside this moment, there’s only warmth, safety, and a love so deep it feels endless.

Zanka nuzzles closer, holding you like you’re the most precious thing in his world.

And you are.

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Ano’ng paki ko diyan sa boyfriend mo?

What do I care about your boyfriend?

Ako ang gusto mo.

I'm the one you want.

TW: Cheating/Emotional Infidelity, Slightly suggestive. Please read author's note at the end.

Zanka's not really the type of person who'd be involved with someone in a relationship.

Well—not until you.

To Zanka, you're extremely attractive. He wasn't entirely looking at the looks, instead, it's the way you carry yourself.

He feels drawn to your personality, and the way you light up like sunshine in a room, pulls Zanka even closer.

Not to mention, but you're a highly skilled giver, you know exactly what you're doing with your vital instrument, and you definitely know how to take advantage of every loophole you could find.

And to Zanka, there's nothing else more attractive than intelligence when it comes to battle.

He doesn't feel inferior next to you in fact, Zanka believes that your vital instrument complements his.

The two of you would've been a good duo.

Only if… you didn't draw a line that separated you both.

The problem was, you have a boyfriend. You got a boyfriend.

The guy you met at canvas town that you thought was your soulmate with how many things you have in common when it comes to interests.

The Asshole wasn't even a giver! That offended Zanka a little, because he thought you'd prefer a strong partner instead.

Someone who could protect you, or, someone's on the same level as you. But no, the man was just an ordinary dude who happened to catch your attention.

When you first told him you got a boyfriend, Zanka's heart twisted.

Because he thought that the two of you had something going on.

Something growing.

Something blossoming in the bottom of your hearts.

Turns out, you're already eyeing someone else.

But the opportunities were then given when Zanka almost thought about giving you up.

The moment when you started approaching Zanka? He knew there was something wrong.

Apparently, ever since you got a boyfriend. You started distancing yourself from him, even though he was your closest ‘friend’.

You started isolating yourself, calling it boundaries, because that's what your deadbeat of a boyfriend made you believe.

Then, all of a sudden, you're coming back to Zanka?

Zanka remembered you complaining about maxing out your hard earned money, for a monthsary only to receive nothing back but a smile and a ‘thank you’.

Zanka remembered you complaining about your boyfriend because he can't even make the effort of taking you on nice dates.

Zanka remembered you complaining about that Asshole all the time.

Venting about the times you've cried when he hurt you.

Ranting about the things he makes you do.

And crying over that shitty man that used to say he ‘loves’ you.

You told him about how you felt stuck. About how you feel guilty leaving him. About how you feel so conflicted.

But Zanka? He'd been plotting to steal you anyway. So why would he not bite onto the opportunity when it was being presented to him?

Now, here you are, making out with your best friend, after ranting about the shit that just happened in your relationship.

You didn't even remember how it had led to this, one second, you're trembling, frustrated, then the next, both your lips were already crashing in a searing kiss.

Zanka's hands remained on each side of your waist, squeezing ever so lightly every time you hum against his lips.

The kiss deepened, and the atmosphere thickened, associated with heat.

Zanka's tongue slipped inside your mouth, lapping and conquering your own. Claiming what was supposed to be his.

Stealing back what had been stolen from him.

One hand tugged at his uniform, anchoring yourself from the suddenness of everything. Your brain, still processing.

Your free hand fisted on his blonde and brown hair, just keeping a firm grip but not pulling.

Zanka's voice vibrates on his throat as he makes a noise, a small one, something in between satisfaction and sheer pleasure.

His hands traveled down to your hips as he slowly led you to the nearest wall without breaking the kiss. Pushing you flat, chest to chest, with no more space.

The boy wasn't being gentle, after all, this was his way of reclaiming you back.

After what felt like forever, Zanka finally broke the kiss, both your lips glistening at the intensity of it all, that you'd only really experience with Zanka.

He rested his forehead against yours, eyes closed, his breathing, shaky, before you finally broke the silence that settled between you like dust.

“We shouldn't have done this… I have a boyfriend—”

"What do I care about yer stupid ass boyfriend? Don't deny it. Ya’ want this just as much as I do.”

"But still. This is wrong…”

"What's wrong is that ya' decided to pick him over me.” Zanka's grip on your waist tightened, just a fraction, just to make his point clear.

"Was that my fault? I loved him, of course I'd pick—”

"Be honest with yerself, because right now? Ya' want me. Not him." Zanka whispered as he tilted his head, lips just right next to your ear.

But damn. It is true. Right now, your heart wasn't beating for the man you called your ‘boyfriend’. But the boy you call your ‘best friend’.

"Leave him.”

"I can treat ya’ better.”

You swallowed, heart pounding harder against your chest as heat spread from all over your body.

"Whatever he's good at, ya’ know damn well that anythin’ he can do, I do better.”

Zanka pulled back, just enough to look at your face.

“And I'll show ya’ how I can even hit it better. Even deeper."

I do not support cheating. I do not support cheating when someone's in a committed relationship or someone who's sticking to a person who's in a committed relationship. I just DON'T SUPPORT CHEATING in GENERAL. This is simply my way of trying to cope from a toxic relationship that finally ended just recently. This is based off of my experience. Though it still hurts, part of me feels relieved that my suffering had finally ended. During all those times I don't feel connected to my ex-partner. Writing fanfictions for Zanka is my escape back then. Truth is, it's because Zanka became my salvation during those hard times. I remember feeling more connected to Zanka than my own partner back when we were still together. I remember imagining that if Zanka's real, and maybe, if he was my boyfriend instead, maybe he wouldn't treat me like that guy. It feels wrong. I am completely not in the best mental state that time. Maybe that's why I believe that a fictional character would treat me better. Again, this is based off of my experience, especially with the toxic boyfriend part. I'm trying to cope by writing my experience and altering it to fit an idea. Until now, Zanka's still the one that comforts me. I'm moving on fast, thanks to Zanka.

[moss-eater202]

Camboy Zanka who keeps getting increasingly bizarre requests from "mankira_13" They started off pretty simple with stuff like "upskirt in public" and are starting to get weird with stuff like "covered in blood (real or fake your choice) fucking yourself with the biggest dildo you have"

Ufff I love this…. I actually have 2 camboy Aus!!!

1: Zanka does online dick ratings where he rates pics of dicks sent in(you have to pay for it) and his whole thing is being a bitch and degrading the pics. Anyways. JabbWonger69 donates a shit ton of money and ends up getting a in person review of his dick…. Anyway. Zanka genuinely has such a hard time degrading his cock bc damn. Its nice. Really big and thick, clean too, trimmed up well. And Zanka is a bit of a slut, so the smell of him makes his mouth water. So to cut this short, his chat donates money to see him jerk Jabber off, Zanka is wearing black leather gloves and Jabber ends up fucking the glove and cumming inside it leaving a sticky mess on Zankas hand. Next Zanka gets convinced to give Jabber a blow job bc he's still hard, and he does. Struggles a bit but eventually gets it all the way in his throat bc he's done throat training videos b4 obvi. And they end up fucking, Zanka squatting over Jabber and riding him, using a blue marker to mark on his tummy how deep he is and egging on the chat to donate more for him to go deeper.

Zanka then realises he cant put it in anydeeper bc its just too big and Jabber finally acts up and grabs his hips and slams him down, making Zanka cum immediately. It ends with Jabber taking the lead and fucking the shit out of Zanka, listening to the chat and doing whatever they want. Creampies him on cam and flips his ass to the viewers and spreads him out so they can see how good he fucked Zanka. Oh also, Zanka has never fucked a person before. Only dildos so😛

Idea 2: Camboy/pornstar Jabber and adult book author Zanka. They go to a even for adults and meet. Jabber is wearing a mask and hoodie to keep his identity hidden bc ppl bug him so much and he walks around the event(kinda like a book signing meet n greet vibe. Sex comic con basically) and he goes to Zankas booth bc Zanka is his fav Author ever. Zanka is a huge fan of ‘TheWonga’ but doesn't realise Jabber, the man in front of him is him.

Anyways so Jabber has a sex toy line based of his dick and Zanka ends up admitting that he uses that dildo as a ref for his books😛 they end up in a private room together after they find out who the other is, and Zanka asks to see his dick to use as a irl ref bc he's been hitting a writers slump. Jabber agrees but as long as he can have his fun bc he won't do it for free.

Sorry im trying to keep this short. ANYWAYS. the dildo is 7in, Jabber irl is 9, bc he sized it down for the average person to use it lol. They end up fucking and Zanka is trying so hard to write notes while being fucked(jabber keeps telling him to write stuff but purposely fucking him rough so he can't write properly.) Zanka is struggling to take Jabber bc he's so big, but he does it. Jabber is impressed bc he's the first person to take him all the way. (ik this isn't realistic its just for the porn sorry) belly bulges, creampies, crying and overstim, maybe cum eating idk yet. But I need Zankas notepad to be soaked in tears and drool and the ink is all smudged while Jabber keeps telling him how he should focus so he can remember getting his guys rearranged for his writings. anyways they end up together and Jabber fucks Zanka to help with his stories, and Zanka starts doing porn videos with him and Jabber doesn't fuck anybody else. Also side note, again, Zanka has never fucked a person just the dildo based off Jabber. Sorry im a sucker for that.

Um… hope this ideas are decent lol

[jubigiuu]

Janka summer and ughhhh... Janka.... Janka in Jedi uniform.....

[saltysoftgrungeofscience]

Zanka:

[lixiesbrowniess]

Mama, can we get a dom jabber and zanka railing reader? The jabber has a solution tongue and a dick piercing because why not

Double trouble

Zanka x reader x Jabber

Note✒: Well holy damn babe, the pierced thin had me, also thanks to this im BACK in to writing a bit moreeeee finally. [Was listening to Lil Wayne Lollipop during this]

Warnings: MDNI, Nsfw, p in v, double penetration, oral sex/throat fucking, rough sex, overstimulation, dirty talk, praising, Jabber is wild, Zanka is controlled.

Follow the don't like don't read rule please - MINORS DNI

The abandoned sector was quiet for once. No Trash Beasts, no rival factions, just the distant hum of the sphere above and the low, dangerous chuckles echoing off broken concrete. "You've been eyeing us for weeks, babe" Jabber drawled, his hot pink eyes gleaming with that unhinged grin.

His long locks swayed as he circled you slowly, golden rings clinking between them. "Don't play shy now." Zanka stood in front of you, arms crossed, his slicked back hair catching the dim light. His navy eyes were sharp, almost clinical, but the slight smirk tugging at his lips betrayed how much he was enjoying this.

"If you want us, say it properly." Jabber chuckles while playing with his rings. "I want you..." you breathed "Both." That was all it took. Jabber moved first, because of course he did. He was on you in a flash, hands rough as he shoved you back against the cracked wall. His mouth crashed into yours, tongue immediately going to work.

Long, flexible, and moved like it had a mind of its own, wrapping around your tongue and pulling with wet, obscene suction that made your knees weak. He moaned into the kiss like he was the one getting devoured. "Fuck, you taste good" he growled against your lips, tongue sliding down to lick a stripe up your neck before latching onto your pulse point and sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

Zanka watched for a moment, then stepped in. His hands were more deliberate, stripping your clothes with efficient tugs while Jabber kept you distracted and breathless. "Don't be greedy, dreadhead" Zanka muttered, but there was heat in his voice. He gripped your chin, turning your face toward him for a deep, commanding kiss.

Where Jabber was chaotic and messy, Zanka was intense and precise, tongue stroking yours like he was mapping every reaction. They had you naked in seconds. Jabber dropped to his knees chuckling, that tongue immediately dragging along your inner thigh before his hands opened yous legs and his lips latch onto your pearl.

The pull was relentless and wet, rhythmic sucking that had you crying out and bucking against his face. He laughed again, the vibration shooting through you. "Look at her squirming," Jabber said, voice muffled. "So fucking cute." Zanka kept working onto your neck and breasts, sucking and pinching onto your nipples.

They started tu slowly push you down to lay on the ground onto Zanka's jacket. Zanka's hand fisted in your hair as he freed himself. His cock was twitching already and long He tapped it against your cheek. "Open." You obeyed, and he slid in deep, groaning low as your mouth enveloped him.

At the same time, Jabber stood up, shedding his clothes. His cock was pierced, a thick barbell through the head that glinted wickedly. Your eyes run all over it and it sure had your pussy dripping. He stroked himself once, twice, smearing the precum.

"Think she can take both of us?" Jabber asked, already positioning himself between your legs holding them up. "She will" Zanka answered, voice tight with control as he fucked your mouth in steady thrusts. They didn't wait long. Jabber lifted one of your legs, the cool metal of his piercing pressing against your entrance before he pushed in with one rough snap of his hips.

The stretch burned deliciously, the barbell dragging along your walls with every movement. He didn't ease in. He pounded you, hips snapping hard and fast, he leaned in, licking wherever he could reach. Your neck, your breasts, sucking marks like he wanted to consume you.

You moaned against Zanka, sending vibration through his cock, while his hips kept moving. Jabber on the other hand was going feral, he pulled both you legs up on his shoulders fucking you senseless. His piercing grazed your cervix from time to time making your whole body jolt, and oh he liked it.

As soon as you started throbbing Zanka's thumb came to rub your clit, making your legs weak as you kept whimpering against him. Jabber was damn focused on you. Your body, every heavy breath, every muffled moan, the way your hands gripped his arms, how your legs twitched. Damn he'll definitely dream about you.

His hips slammed against yours, grinding while he shamelessly groaned and grunted in your ear, his hands holding your waist for dear life, he railed you so hard the piercing made your eyes roll back. Zanka gasped feeling your throat tighten around his cock. Your breath hitched as Zanka pulled out and murmurs "let's switch. Sighing Jabber pulled out and leaned to bite softly at your neck.

"C'mon up babe" he says flipping you over onto your stomach. He bent you forward, sliding into you again pounding you from behind "just a bit- more". Zanka scoffed at Jabber's impatience, waiting while stroking his dick. Then Jabber buried himself to the hilt slamming his hips and grinding against your cervix making you cry out softly into the jacket below you.

Then he pulled out his dick still throbbing waiting for the sweet release "You're such a pain in the ass Zanka" he groans while moving leaving your pussy to drip and clench around nothing. Positioning himself in front of you, his pierced cock pressing onto your lips. You opened without thinking and he slides it into your warm mouth.

"Such a good little slut for us" Zanka praised, voice low and rough while he positioned himself behind you, teasing your entrance with his tip, and then easily sliding into you and immediately started slamming his hips against yours, hitting every spot.

Jabber's laugh was wild. "Gonna ruin her. Bet she'll still beg for more." He starts to move his cock sliding in and out your mouth, gradually going harder and deeper.

Jabber's hands gripped your hair slightly pulling while he fucked your mouth, his cock sliding down your throat, the metal of his piercing touching the back of it. He throws his head back every time you moan or humm against his shaft, "Daaamn this throat tightening as much as your pussy did." He groans.

Zanka kept his rhythm stable, hips slamming against your ass, cock throbbing and hitting deeper every time. Completely engulfed by you e did not notice Jabber moving. He pulled out your mouth with a sigh leaned down and placed a kiss over your lips. Well more like a small make out.

Then his hands grabbed your shoulder and pushed you up so you were sitting onto Zanka's dick, "Jabber. The fuck are you doing?" he gasped slightly feeling you slump onto his lap "Shh don't ruin this with your bad attitude, lemme do my thing." His hand onto your head while he stands in front of you, opening your mouth directly with his cock.

"One last taste" he groans letting you move, bobbing your head sucking hollowing your cheeks and taking him as deep as you could on your own. Pulling back to swirl your tongue around his tip. His hands went to play with your breasts pinching your nipples and groping your mound.

Zanka's hips humping upwards while you clenched dangerously around him. They both move in a brutal rhythm that left you sobbing with pleasure. Jabber pulled out and sat in frontof you while Zanka had you up in the air, almost sliding out of you. "I see what you wanna do. You sure?" Zanka murmured while holding you.

"We gon take you together now babe, you ready?" Jabber spoke softly his lips running along your neck hands to your waist near Zanka's. Your felt your pussy clench as the words came out his mouth. You simply nod, hips jerking slightly searching for that fullness.

"A'ight then" Jabber scoots closer lining up to you against Zanka. Then both holding your waist they started pulling you down. Jabber wrapped a hand around both their dicks to make it easier, making Zanka jump a little. You felt both their heads slowly penetrating, your jaw fell slack and you let your head fall onto Jabbers shoulder.

Zanka praised you softly against your back "You're doing great, just a little more" his hands went to teas your nipples to help you relax, leaving the job to Jabber who kept pulling you down onto them. Only halfway and you were already a whimpering mess, sobbing at the overstimulating pleasure.

Zanka kept working your mounds, one hand moved lower pressing onto your clit making you gasp, he started stimulating your pearl which worked even better you slid down having them deeper, "Couple inches more" Jabber gave an experimental thrust upward pulling a loud moan out of ya.

Oh they fucking loved it, once you engulfed them both completely your breath was heavy onto jabbers skin, hands gripping his arms while Zanka kept moving his fingers in circular motions onto your now soaked cunt. They slowly start to move, pulling out halfway and pushing back in. Your sounds timing with their thrusts.

"Mhn so full–" you whimper as they gradually found a rhythm, slamming back home every time they pulled out, your pussy was sucking them back in greedily, the squelching sounds were obscene, you hid your face in Jabbers neck, Zanka didn’t move his hand an inch, he kept stimulating your pearl, faster than before causing you to drip even more.

"I'm– close shit shit" you curse feeling your cunt throb hard around them both. Jabber was back to wild thrust, pulling Zanka with him, driving into you mercilessly railing you just like before "slow the fuck down idiot" Zanka tried but absolutely failed. You came, squirting all over their shafts.

You were sobbing pathetically onto Jabber's shoulder, clenching around them but they didn't stop. They fucked you through it, chasing their own highs "Just- a lil more" Jabber groans into your ear, Zanka cursed as he felt his climax hit him spilling into you and throbbing against you and Jabber.

"Jabb– too much" you whine back arching as he kept dragging himself against your walls, and against Zanka. "I'm- right there babe" and after a couple more thrusts he finally exploded groaning against your skin. You slumped between them, breathless and marked all over. Jabber licked a stripe up your neck with that wicked tongue, grinning.

"I'm guessing you both need a day off" Jabber teased while Zanka immediately started insulting him. But you already were bout to fall asleep right there and then.