maybe crack idea but imagine. jabber gets a dick piercing without telling zanka abt it and so when they fuck zanka doesn’t notice too late until those little round bits of metal are wrecking his pussy even more than jabbers plain dick usually would
SO as revenge and to kinda one-up the raider, zanka gets not only nipple piercings but a pretty lil gem on his clit only for his plan to backfire when jabber sees the new gear and immediately pounces on him
Def not a crack idea twin trust. I actually have a prison fic where Jabber has hella dick mods and destroys Zankas ass and makes him his bitch. But that story is for a different time lol
I like to think that jabber did the peircing himself, he is one for pain so.. So he got himself a magic cross(look it up at your own risk) and a frenum peircing… anyways.
Rough sex, eat out, warming lube, forced orgasms, biting cunt
Jabber palmed himself on the couch, enjoying the pain raidinating through his crotch sent a shiver down his spine. A little surprise for his wonderful boyfriend who's been a little…cocky lately.
Sex between them was always on the rougher side, fights that turned punches into choking, and biting into, well. More biting honestly. But here lately, Zanka had been less receptive to sex. Like he was bored of it. Which honestly pissed him off, bc every time they did have sex, Zanka came at least 2-3 times. So it wasnt like Jabber was lacking in skill.
So that's why he decided to switch things up and get this little gift for him. The gift being a new piercing. Or technically three. Two long silver bars going straight through the head of his cock making a devilish cross pattern, and a smaller metal bar on the underside, right through his frenum.
The ache was enough to get him hard, and all he had to do was wait for his cleaner to open the door, and hed pounce and really show him how ‘boring’ he is apparently.
The door creaks open with Zanka carrying in a bag from his shopping trip. He glances over at Jabber, barely even a second before turning his attention towards the kitchen to put up his shopping.
See, that right there is what's been pissing off Jabber. Like the sight of him is enough to bore Zanka. Use too they would fight and fuck just at a passing glance, but now Zanka is too good for him? Yeah right.
Jabber is in the kitchen in less than a second, sneaking up behind his boyfriend before grabbing Zanka by his hair and roughly bending him over the kitchen counter before yanking down his sweatpants. Zanka yells and struggles of course, trying to demand what the fuck Jabber is doing but he just ignores his yelping.
Zanka reaches back to scratch Jabber, but he immediately puts a stop to that by stuffing his cock into Zankas wet cunt. He goes all the way to the hilt, the head of his cock ramming into Zankas cervix which makes the man under him cry out and cling onto the counter for dear life.
His legs are already shaking, and the fucked out/ confused look on his face is such a turn on. Jabber grinds deeply into him, causing his body to spasm in return before Zanka is asking him to pull out as something is wrong. Something is different.
Jabber just laughs at him before slipping all the way out, enjoying the pain of the piercings scraping Zankas insides and the way he looks so pathetic under him, before slamming all the way back in.
Only when he sets the rough pace of his thrusts does he start to explain why it feels so much different that before, and that Jabber isn't going to stop at just round tonight. Oh no. He needs to make sure the piercings were a good idea, and to give Zanka the ride of his life in return.
Jabber doesn't even have to touch his clit for Zanka to be cumming all over his dick. Practically screaming and creaming as his orgasm hits, which is a damn shame bc Jabber just isn't done yet. The piercings bully his poor cunt, forcing him to cum two more times before Jabber finally orgasms himself, filling up his boyfriend to the brim with his load.
“Not so boring now, huh?” is the last thing Zanka hears before the next round starts, and he's not given a chance to fight back before he's stuffed again.
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Stupid fucking piercings. Stupid fucking Jabber actually. The jackass ruined Zankas dinner plans the other night. Hes still sore between the legs as he walks out of the peircing studio, pulling his shirt away from his chest as he checks Jabbers location(ofc he fucking has it they are obsessed with each other) which showed he was home, presumably working at his desk right now.
Jabber was bitching and whining about Zanka being bored, and predictability and what not, and the peircing was to add some new excitement to their sex. And Zanka couldn't lie…it worked.
Because yeah. When you fuck the same way you fight (the two sometimes blending together ) it does get a bit…predictable. Its kinda hard to be super into it if you know exactly how its gonna end.
But the way he went about it was just a dick move. Getting those piercings and fucking him silly til he passed out? Not cool.
So Zanka had the great idea to get payback. Why not get piercings as well? He remembers Jabber once complaining about not liking nipple piercings as they were a hassle to heal and whatnot, so this would definitely piss him off. And they did have a sale today. So Zanka was convinced to get a pretty little purple gem on his clit as well. Surely that would gross Jabber out.
So he makes his way home, a cocky smirk on his face as he imagines Jabber devastated (bc he won't be able to touch his chest for a while) and grossed out bc of the peircing and gem(the reason behind the gem being, well, Zanka thought it looked cringey so ofc Jabber would also find it cringey)
He makes his way to his apartment(which Jabber didnt live there, but he might as well with how much shit he has over.) before opening the door, tossing his keys on the counter and heading straight to his bedroom.
He was gonna show his revenge gift to Jabber, watch him be devastated over them, probably whine and bitch about them, and Zanka would cross his arms triumphantly as Jabber drowns in despair over these gifts. Hes just getting what he deserves, after the gift he gave ther other day.
Zanka pushes the door open, immediately spotting Jabber hunched over Zankas desk, tinkering with some pinkish gel in a bottle before glancing over to him. Zanka stands just a few feet away, just out of arms reach as he smirks down at the confused Jabber.
He then suddenly yanks his sweats down, undies included, down to his ankles and stepping out and spreading his stance out to expose his gemmed cunt before yanking his shirt up to his collarbone and showing off the silver jewelry shining through his pink nipples. He scoffs as he smiles down at him, cocky and triumphant as he showed himself off.
“Eat shit” is all he's able to get out before Jabber is already standing up, completely knocking the chair and the bottle off to the ground and before making his way over in two big steps. The sudden movement startled Zanka, who faltered just slightly, lowering his shirt just a bit as he now looked up at his boyfriend.
Jabber takes a step closer, forcing Zanka to take one back, before he bumped into the wall behind him.
Jabber questions Zanka about them, if he's high and doesn't know it, but Zanka, still confident, confirms exactly what Jabber sees.
Zanka is jittery with excitement. Hes imagining Jabber groaning and saying how stupid Zanka is for getting them, that he won't be able to play eith the for a while. Maybe even say they dont suit him(tho rlly, if he did say that, Zanka would whoop his ass) or something of the sort.
But Jabber doesn't say anything, his hand shakily reaching up and cupping Zankas chest, not directly touching the inflamed skin, but groping around it, watching the metal shift and glimmer in the light as if confirming it was really real. Then suddenly he's on his knees quicker than Zanka can react, and his face is immediately stuffed into Zankas cunt.
Mouth on his entrance, nose squishing his clit, or more so the gem, and he groans like he had just been offered a full course meal before he's shoving his tongue into the cunt before him and eating him out aggressively.
Zanka immediately doubles over, hands tangling in Jabbers hair as he moans in surprise, then moans again(a bit more whorishly) when Jabber starts to devour him.
Zanka cant even react before his feels fingers inside him, pressing asgint the tongue still fucking him as Jabber reaches off to the side and grabs the pink bottle before opening it and yanking his out out if Zanka before dumping a generous ammout, immediately shoving 3 fingers back in this time and starts to finger fuck him aggressively.
Jabber changes goals, biting his inner thighs now as he fingers him, getting more rough every second.
Zanka's legs are shaking, as he feels a warm tingle inside him, before it becomes more noticeable. It almost burns, the gel inside him warming his insides and getting worse and more tingly as jabber shoves another finger in.
He goes to say something, to ask what he's using inside him, but immediately gets cut off when Jabber bites his clit. He sucks hard, swirling his tongue over the gem before biting again, snying the pressure of his teeth with his hand, hard and fast, extremely close to pushing Zanka over the edge.
Jabber's free hand immediately shoots up before pinching his freshly pierced nipple and yanking hard, forcing Zanka to bend over more so he good get a better grip.
He ignores Zankas whines and begging about how its too much, to wait and give him a second, how it hurts, but Jabber just doesn't care. He sucks harder, feeling drool, slick and warming lube drip down his chin before he makes Zanka cum on his tongue, not stopping any of his motions far after Zanka is done eith his orgasm.
Hes shaking and crying, moaning and screaming at how he needs to stop, its too much, he cant handle it, but the way his thighs are soaked, the way his legs are shaking the the way he's throbbing in his mouth tell him to keep going.
Jabber pinches and tugs on his nipple till its red and inflamed, and eats him out and makes him cum 2 more times in his tongue before he finally swaps to the other nipple. He swaps from sucking his clit to sucking his hole, his fingers now pinching and rubbing his swollen clit before slapping it a few times. He eats like he's fucking starving, only stopping when Zanka phycillu collapses on him, which Jabber his controls the fall. Ending up on his back which Zanka sitting on his face as he's now fingers his ass and abuses his clit again.
Hes hard as a fuckung rock, the head of his cock throbbing and looking out the hem of his sweats as he cums untouched just from fucking Zanka up with his mouth and hands.
He plans to make Zanka cum one more time before he actually fucks him. God he cant wait to suck on his nipples.
HIIIII!!!😋 hope you guys enjoyed!!! I've realised these are starting to get rlly long and are looking more like actual fics that just drabbles im so sorry guys😭 I just get way too much into it…..sorry….
Sigh. Porn comic artist Jabber who is really popular but is hitting a rlly bad art block (bad enough that his editor is threatening to cut him bc he hasn't drawn in months) finds a rllu drunk Zanka on a alley way and somehow ends up bringing him to his place bc its cold out side (and also bc drunk Zanka isn't afraid to threaten ppl and told jabber if he didnt let him stay over he’d kill him, and obviously Jabber wanted to take the risk)
So he takes him to his apartment and Zanka is half asleep and Jabber notices his hard on.. Before he knows what he's doing Zanka is whining and crying under him and fuck its the cutest thing Jabber has ever seen/heard. He pushes him way past his limits until Zanka passes out covered in snot, tears and cum.
That night Jabber ended up drawing an entire comic due to so much inspiration😋
Zanka later wakes up to a rlly scary mad Jabber who claims Zanka broke into his apartment and manhandled Jabber and crashed at his place (Jabber was oh so scared ofc…) so obviously Zanka needs to pay him back, and not with money.
Zanka is terrified of getting the cops called on him(bc obviously Zanka tried to say no but Jabber had the cops on speed dial) so he agrees to ‘model’ for Jabber. Zanka just hasn't realised how hands on Jabber is for this modeling, he needs specific expressions you see.…..
hi your camboy aus are very enjoyable. Especially liked dick rater zanka nijiku. Thoughts on camboy zanka whose whole shtick is just rubbing and grinding on things while he degrades you and your dick for not being enough to satisfy him. Rubs his pussy against the corner of a table, rubs against a pillow, etc.
Jabber is a loyal viewer and #1 donator but cannot for the life of him figure out why he loves this specific guy who doesnt even show his face.
And then zanka streams himself moaning against lovely assistaff (a staff still. Zanka does martial arts. But its still a very recognizable staff. One that jabber has seen through the window of the dojo he visits solely to catch the guy with the funny eyebrows decimate every single opponent he has. Jabber's trying to figure out how to approach the guy without popping an insta-boner. Maybe he doesnt have to figure it out and just let his dick start speaking for him)
Okay guys so sorry for taking so long to respond to these asks😭 I wasnt expecting ppl to send so many, and ive been having to weed thru the bad ones…also I got extremely busy irl😭 so im locking in. I swear.
Also sorry this is so long. I low-key got carried away…. Anyways.
Camboy Zanka, Fan Jabber, grinding on items, grinding on Lovely, dirty talk, degradation, slight stalking….Jabber is deadass pathetic in this. Wrestling, choking, spitting on face, grinding on dick, punching stomach(no pee or anything like that), cumming in panties, slapping. Enjoy……
Jabber wouldnt consider himself a pervert. Not really, at least. He had taste, specific tastes, just like any other man or woman had. So of course he was scrolling through a cam website, clicking through profiles, taking his tongue when the content didn't satisfy his want.
He was sitting at his desk, grey sweats down to his ankles, his cock slowly softening every passing minute he mindlessly scrolled.
He was just about to give up, go take a cold shower and force himself to sleep when a video caught his attention. It was dark, blue LED lights illuminating the soft blankets of a bed, pale thighs chokeholding a pillow between them as the creator grinded agasint the pillow like it owed them money.
Jabber paused, before clicking the video. It was only 15 seconds long, a prerecorded video with no audio used to attract more customers. The way the blue lighting bounced off the skin, highlighting muscles, and tiny freckles, just caught Jabbers attention.
Rough-looking hands holding the poor pillow still as they rubbed their cunt against the soft fabric, clit perky and visibly throbbing even in the dark room. The person suddenly lifted their hips, revealing their soaked cunt, slick sticking to thighs and pillow before the video ended.
The video automatically scrolled after it was done playing, showing another video of a different creator. Shitty acting that had Jabber scrolling back up to the first video without a second thought. The second time he watched it, he focused more on the stomach. The way muscle tensed with each grind, the way sweat slid down the curve of lower belly.
The video ended again, and Jabber refreshed it before it had a chance to auto scroll. Hands this time. Long slender fingers that looked.. Worn. Not in a bad way, not dry and cracked, no, like they were obviously put to use and taken care of. Nails neatly cut down, cuticles trimmed, knuckles flushed pink with veins flexing with each movement.
The video was at 12 seconds, and Jabber didnt even bother to let it finish playing, clicking on the profile icon in the corner of his computer. The screen flashed a hazy blue, a custom website code used by the creator, the entire screen customized with muted blues and small floral designs. It seemed almost...cute. Compared to the way the video was so aggressive. Jabber looked at the username, before scooting closer in his chair.
Lovely. Not Love. Or Lover, like a title. But like a word used to describe. And Jabber couldn't lie, it fit. Because he did look lovely.
There wasn't much info in the bio, or even a proper profile picture. Just dark blue lighting with a hazy middle finger being shown. But there was links. A link to a proper website, not the shitty one Jabber was on, and another to send money.
Pft, like Jabber would spend money on porn when he could get it for free anywhere else.
But still, he decided to scroll down and see what other videos where available to the public. Only three total, one being the first video he watched. He clicked the second one to be met with the same person, same dark room lit with blue lights, only this time grinding against the corner of a table.
Again, no audio, but Jabber wasnt focused on that. No, he was more focused on the clit roughly grinding and humping the polished wood, the way the soft lips of their cunt spread around the edge of the table, how he could tell the corner of it was actually pressing inside their instance. And especially focused on the hands gripping the wood.
The way tendons flexed under the soft pale skin. Fingers shaky and scraping before the video ended again. This video was only 10 seconds long, but somehow 10x more sexy than the first.
Jabber liked the video, before replaying it again. Watching it a few times to make sure he wasnt missing any good details. His cock was no longer fighting to stay up right, hard as a rock and twitching as Jabber watched a few more times. At this point he was slowly jerking himself off, pacing with the pace the video was set at before scrolling to the next post.
The third video took Jabber by surprise. A title, unlike the others, ‘You think you're good enough?’. And even more surprising, audio this time.
The premise was the same, grinding against something only showing below the ribs, but this time it was a wad of cash. Like an actual wad of cash. And not just one. The bed was covered in 20, 50, 100 dollar bills, with a big rolled wad soaked in slick as the creator rubbed their clit against the money.
Whorish moans left the video, groaning and grunting as they rolled their hips down hard against the cash. Just as Jabber went to speed up the pace of his hand, the person in the video spoke.
“You think that pathetic little dick could actually satisfy me? I’d rather fuck myself with a wad of cash than waste another second pretending you’re good in bed.”
The words were harsh and cynical before the video ended. Voice sharp but just a little breathless as they insulted through the video.
The insult itself shot electricity through Jabber causing him to groan out as he immediately relayed the clip. Fist working faster than the grinding in the video, other hand on his mouse hovering over the replay button to immediately restart the video again when it ended.
The insult rang through his room again, and Jabber grunted out, clicking on his mouse as he continued to pleasure himself.
The third watch through was enough to push him over the edge, him catching the slightest crack in the creators voice before they insulted again. Hot thick ribbons of cum shot out, hitting the underside his desk and making a hot mess on his carpet.
He took a moment to collect himself, before immediately hearting the vid and book-marking before clicking out of the video and going back to the profile.
He scrolled up, back to the bio and clicked on the link and waited for his computer to load the new website.
It was just another cam site, but definitely a fancier one that required subscriptions. Jabber scrolled through the tiers, deciding on choosing the cheapest tier for now. It didnt really matter too much, he was just gonna pirate the longer videos, and cancel his subscription to Lovely.
He could spare 5 dollars for a few good videos, right?
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‘Thank you for your patronage of $300!’
The automated voice rang out in Jabbers headphones, and he immediately started typing his comment into the little chat box.
Jabber didn't know exactly when he had started leaving donations on Lovely's streams, or even when he bumped up to the highest tier offered. But he didnt care for the answer, too busy typing out his perverted request to moan out the name Wonger.
Lovely paused on the live video, reading the request, though the only thing Jabber could see was his ribs and below. Lovely didnt show their face, and Jabber couldn't lie and say he wasn't a bit upset about it.
He wanted to know who Lovely was. What he looked like. Wanted those details to himself so he could better fantasize about fucking him him silly and proving that his dick would satisfy him.
He had sent a ask before requesting a face reveal, which almost got him banned. Though he had quick fingers and sent a few hundred dollars and bought the highest tier as an apology. And damn did he not regret buying the highest tier. One personalized video a month, and a lot more perks. Lovely would say just about anything as well as not showing his face.
Though Jabber never requested specific dirty talk. Just sending a simple message of ‘talk like you hate me’ while Lovely grinded and fingered himself on cam.
“Aw… thanks for the donation, Wonger. That’s cute.” The words echoed in his earphones, breathy and dripping with condescension. Heat climbed up the back of his neck as he shut his eyes, the taunt lingering in his mind long after the voice had faded into breathy moans. He swallowed hard, forcing himself to focus, trying to match Lovely’s rhythm despite the way those few words had completely unraveled his composure.
The insult continued, each word punctuated with a harsh grind of Lovely's hips against today's object. A baseball bat. A request from another patreon before Jabber started watching.
“You really thought that amount was going to impress me? That’s adorable. Come back when you’ve got something worth noticing. Right now, your donations are every bit as underwhelming as what’s in your pants. What are you, three inches on a good day?”
Jabber groaned under the hateful words, squeezing his cock roughly as his free hand started to type in a new donation.
‘Thank you for your patronage of $900!’
The automated voice chimed through the earphones again. Jabber was already grinning, thumbs flying across his keyboard before the announcement had even finished.
‘You said to come back with something worth noticing, so I figured I’d save you the trouble of guessing. Nine hundred seemed like a much more accurate measurement. Happy now?’
Jabber leaned back in his gaming chair, the hand on his cock still matching Lovelys pace in the cam. He watched Lovely lean forward, hips slowly slightly, as he read the new message. A scoff could be heard before he leaned back and continued grinding.
Jabber could almost taste the hesitation in Lovely. The way his body got stiff at the large donation, and more so at the cocky message about Jabbers size.
Lovely laughed slightly, before locking back in. Rubbing against the bat as he spoke.
“Pft, yeah right. What? Did I hurt your feelings, so now you have to lie to make yourself feel better, Wonger?”
Jabber shuddered hearing his last name like that. He hadn’t even requested it this time. He didn’t have to. The fact that Lovely had said it on his own sent a thrill through him.
Lovely continued, words harsher this time.
“Send another donation and actually request something from me instead of wasting your money trying to convince me your ego is bigger than it is.”
Jabber laughed out loud, but did as he was told, typing another donation and request out one-handed before leaning back in his chair again. The robot voice rang out stating the amount of his donation, $1500 this time. The largest donation on his channel so far.
The video slowed, Zanka stopping his grinds as he read the demand, muttering it out.
“Grind on something personal….’something personal,’ huh? Careful, Wonger. That almost sounded like you were asking nicely. I guess I can make an exception this time since you finally sent something that wasn’t completely embarrassing.”
Jabber loved the fake confidence and insults coming from Lovely. He felt a pickle of pride knowing he was the only veiwer who had the cash to actually get under his skin and undermine that bratty attitude of his.
The camera shook slightly, Zanka hopping off his bed and taking the bat with him. There was some random off-cam sounds before Lovely returned and situated himseld back onto his bed. This time, carrying something different.
It took a moment for Lovely to place the new item between his legs, the long staff gripped familiarly in his hands as he pressed the soft wood to his soaking cunt, rubbing his clit against the bandages that wrapped around the staff.
Lovely was going on about how it was a personal item, something he used every day, but Jabber wasn’t hearing a damn word, his grip on his cock immediately letting go as he stared in shock. Because he knew that staff. There was no mistaking it.
He saw it every day on his way to and from work, the same staff spinning through the dojo windows, moving with terrifying precision as it tore through opponent after opponent. Jabber had stopped outside those windows more times than he could count, pretending he was just passing by.
But he always lingered, watching and admiring. The way the staff moved wasn’t reckless or flashy. Every strike had a purpose. Every motion was controlled. He watched that staff every damn day, or more so the owner of jt.
Zanka. There was no doubt. Not with a staff as unique as that.
Jabber had been jerking off and busting a nut multiple times a week to the same guy that physically destroyed guys twice his size. Putting grown men in their place as he lovingly stroked his staff after.
Another thought popped in his mind. Zanka's staff was named Lovely. Lovely.
Oh fuck. Jabber could feel himseld get dizzy from the realization, heart thudding in his chest as euphoria ran through his veins. He knew who ‘Lovely’ was.
HE did. Not some random loser, some dirty pervert that tried to get Zankas attention with shoddy donations. Jabber knew. Nobody else did. And that fact pushed him over the edge.
He came untouched, hunching over as aggressive ropes of cum splatter all over his desk and keyboard. He pants heavily, bringing his attention back to the live video as Zanka is pushing himself over the brink and cumming as well.
Jabber layed back in his chair, gathering his thoughts before sitting back up and sending another donation of a grand.
‘Thank me and Lovely for your orgasm.’
A brief delay as Zanka read the message. No witty comeback this time, too pliant after his orgasm to give a good snarky remark and just did what he was requested without actually thinking about the request.
Hands trembling as he held Lovely closer, before he spoke. “T-thank you Wonger a-and Lovely…. Thank you for making me cum.” and then the video suddenly ended.
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Jabber has spent exactly two weeks attempting to weasel his way into Zanka's Dojo. The first attempt he couldn't even make it past the window without popping a raging boner at the thought of Zanka. Not even at the sight of him, just the thought of Zanka being ‘Lovely’ had made the blood run south enough that Jabber had to run to the nearest public bathroom to help himself look decent.
The second attempt Jabber had a little more confidence. He had made it to the window where he usually stopped, his ego soaring high at not immediately popping another boner.
That is until Zanka walked into view, focused on his opponent, covered in sweat and pissed off. So yeah. Jabber had to run off to the same bathroom as before.
It took exactly 8 days for Jabber to hype himself up, not get a boner, and actually walk into the dojo. He was able to sign himself up with a small class that Zanka personally taught with some red-headed chick.
And everything was going fine until Zanka had walked up to the desk, and before he could even get a word out, Jabber had bolted out the door, hands pathetically covering up his crotch like a loser.
But today was difffirent. Today was the day that he has that class he signed up for. He spent 300 damn bucks, so there was no way he was skipping out. And he had made preparations for today, so he was fine. Probably. Hopefully.
Preparations being jerking himseld off till his dick hurt. There was no way he was gonna get hard after forcing himself to orgasm 3 times in a row.
So he was 100% confident he could handle whatever was gonna be thrown at him today.
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Fuck this. Fuck this.
Everything had been going well, no great, up until now. Jabber had made it to the dojo, had even made it inside and chatted with the receptionist as he was early for his class. He was then pointed to the back room where the class was held and awkwardly walked in.
Zanka was in the corner, prepping his staff and Jabber swallowed hard but kept his cool.
Zanka had even started talking to him. Asking why he was interested in martial arts, Jabber had pulled out some bs lie about wanting to protect himself and Zanka had believed it.
He couldn't admit the real reason he was there. Which was, well… Jabber didnt actually think that far ahead. What was his plan after this class? Hope he doesn't get a boner and confess he knows what Zanka does in his free time? Yeah that wouldnt work out well.
He had managed to hold a decent conversation with Zanka. Until they both realised that the rest of the class was late. Like really late. Zanka went back to the desk for a few minutes, probably to call the people who payed for the class and see where they were.
Zanka returned to the training room a few minutes later with a apologetic look.
“So it seems the others won't be coming. We can either cancel and reschedule, or I can do some one-on-one with you and give you a percent of your money back for the hassle.” Zanka rambled on about the options, and Jabber wasnt even listening.
One-on-one? Like. Just him and Zanka? Just him Zanka and Lovely? He was agreeing before he even knew what he was doing.
The idea of being locked in a room with the same person he's been jacking off to for months shoving the panic that should be blaring in his skull. Him and Zanka, Zanka on top of him with Lovely, sweaty and glaring down on him..
God the idea was almost enough to send him to heaven.
It wasnt until then training had actually started that Jabber had finally realized what a bad idea this was. He could smell his skin. Sweat and insense, smoky and sweet, filled his nose as Zanka put him in another head lock, face deep in his underarm.
He wasn't even trying to fight it, half-assing and let Zanka pin him down over and over again. It wasnt until he heard a ‘tsk’ and Zanka standing up and glaring down at him that he snapped out of it.
Zanka started lecturing him about how he needed to take this seriously, and to not worry about hurting him.
Jabber nodded, before they started again, this time Jabber actually trying. His blocks were clumsy, but held strong. Zanka had pinned him down to the ground again, sitting on his hips as he pinned him by the shoulders, before Jabber took a opening and flipping Zanka over.
Slamming him down on his back, Jabber was right between Zankas thighs, hips flushed to Zankas as he pinned down his hands above his head. He just panted on top of him, staring at Zanka wide-eyed as a billion thoughts ran through his mind. particularly the thought, or rather fantasy, of him fucking Zanka in this exact position.
Before he could say or do anything, Zanka had flipped them over again. Straddling him roughly as his hands went to his throat. Aggressive and definitely not martial arts.
Jabber didnt even notice until he felt the weight of Zanka press into him, but he was hard as a rock.
Zanka was glaring down at him, the same look Jabber had been jerking off to for the past two weeks since he found out about him.
“You a fuck’n perv? You stalk’n me or sum shit?”
Jabber blinked up at him stupidly, before realization crashed down on him and he realises just how bad this looked for him.
He we was hard as a fucking rock, wrestling with Zanka, in a empty room with no cameras or other people to spot him. Of course he looked bad, especially with how weird he was even trying to sign up for the class.
Just as he was trying to rack his empty skull for a wxcuse, Zankas hands tightened around his throat, forcing out a pathetic groan from Jabber as his eyes rolled back.
Without thinking, the first thing that came to mind came tumbling out.
“Lovely!”
Zanka froze. His brows knit together as he slowly tilted his head, equal parts confused and suspicious.
Jabber, realizing exactly what he’d just said, only managed to dig himself deeper.
“I-I watch your videos! I recognized your staff after the donation, okay? That’s how I figured it out! I swear I didn’t come here to… to attack you or anything!” He threw his hands up in surrender, words spilling over one another. “I just wanted to learn how to fight! That’s it, I swear! Im not stalking you!”
Yeah, not stalking. Just found out his real identity, where he worked, jerked off to him and signed up for a class that Zanka taught to do, Jabber still didnt know what he had wanted from this to be honest.
But he at least knew that he wanted out of this scenario before the cops where called.
Zanka kept his hands ironlocked around Jabbers throat, refusing to let go as he glared down at him. Then, after a moment, he lessened his grip. Not letting go, but just enough to not kill his client.
“Wonger?”
It wasnt exactly hard for Zanka to figure it out. Not with the fact that Jabber had signed up for his class with his actual name, and the small detail of Jabber finding out about his identify from the ‘donation’ by Wonger69.
It wasnt super hard to connect the dots. The pathetic Wonger under him, cock twitching in his pants as Zanka sat on it, looking up at him with this mixed look of panic and arousal, was the same Wonger who sent crazy donations and got under his skin with his cocky messages.
Jabber just nodded, slightly expecting a punch to the face or something as Zanka let go of his neck with one hand. But the punch never came. Instead, Zanka's free hand shot down and hooked at the hem of his pants, yanking the fabric down to expose Jabbers' leaking cock.
Zanka paused, staring at the flesh before he angled his hips down against his dick, grinding his crotch again him and pinning his cock to Jabbers stomach.
Jabber opened his mouth to say something, but the hand around his throat clamped down around him, forcing out a wheeze instead of any words.
Jabber was big. Like. Really big. Zanka had read the message about him being 9 inches, of course he did, but not for a second did he actually believe it. Nobody was actually that damn big, but apparently Jabber wasnt lying. His cock was long and thick. A long vein running along the underside of him that disappeared under the hard flesh.
He stared for a few more moments, before lifting his hips up off him, balancing his weight on the arm choking Jabber out before shimmying his training pants off. He slipped a leg out, leaving the pants hooked around his other calf before straddling Jabbers hips once more.
His panties, pale blue and thin, thin enough that Jabber could see everything under it. His pink clit, soft folds of his cunt. The fabric darkening immediately as Zanka's slick soaked through.
The sight was enough to make Jabber throb, a soft groan leaving him as he stared down at where their bodies were almost touching. And for now, he absolutely refused to move, afraid that if he even tried to breathe to hard it would end whatever the fuck was happening to him.
Zanka let out a sigh, which almost sounded like he was proud of how badly he was affecting him. Because, yeah, Jabber should be affected. He had been getting under Zankas skin for fucking months. Dirty comments, cocku remarks when Zanka was in the middle of degrading his viewers. Everything he said to him, everything he sent to him immediately got under his skin and more than once did he almost break character mid stream.
So it was time for payback. Zanka was gonna have him a mess under him. Begging for forgiveness. And so, he suddenly sat down. Roughly pressing his hips down and rolling them forward against Jabbers cock. Slick fabric dragging against flushed skin as Zanka shifted his grip on Jabber neck.
Going back to choking him with both hands he set a teasingly rough pace, grinding his wet cunt fast and hard, smiling down at the man under him as he controlled everything about this.
Jabber moaned out, eyes fluttering down to his cock as Zanka humped and grinded against him. The weight of Zanka on top of his dick almost hurt, the pain sending delicious sparks across his skin.
“God, yer’ so fucking pathetic,” Zanka grunted, his nails digging into Jabber’s skin as he rocked forward with cocky determination, unconcerned with whether the pace was too much for him to handle.
“Spending all that money on me…” A breathless laugh escaped him. “Bet you’ve gotten off to my videos more than once, haven’t you? What a creep.”
He grabbed Jabber’s chin, forcing his gaze back to him. Staring at his pink eyes like he was looking at a piece of meat. “You liked watching me grind on things?” His lips curled into an arrogant shit-eating grin. “Well, now you’ve got a front-row seat.”
“…So quit staring at everything else.” Zanka suddenly purses his lips, before spitting directly onto Jabbers face.
“Look at me.”
Jabber almost came right then and there, but he managed to hold himself back. Eagerly meeting Zanka's piercing gaze as he continued his motions on top of him.
The insults filled his head with cotton, or maybe that was from lack of oxygen. Either way Jabber didnt care. He was in fucking heaven right now.
The grinding continued, going fast and aggressive to the point where it actually hurt. Wet fabric rubbing his dick raw before Zanka suddenly took a hand and pulled his wet panties to the side, slipping Jabbers cock between the fabric and his soft wet folds. He never stopped though, rubbing his clit against the head of his cock, moaning out as he continued talking.
“Yer’ so fucking useless. All yer’ good for is emptying your wallet whenever I tell you to. Strip away the money, and what’ve you got? Not a damn thing.”
Zanka laughed, the sound breaking into a sharp groan before he caught his breath, not losing his composure.
“Well… you do have this cock of yours, don’t you?” His hips quickened in a cruel pace, purposely overstimulating Jabber as he talked. “Doesn’t seem like you know how to use it, though. Do you?”
He waited just long enough for the silence to sting. “Well?” His voice hardened. “I asked you a question. Fuckin’ answer me, Wonger. Do you?”
Jabber gasped, stars sprinkling across his vision as the pleasure from his cock and thr pain from his throat were pushing him closer and closer to the edge.
Drool escaped the corner of his lips, a delirious smile on his face as he sloppily nodded. Soft broken ‘no’ and ‘I dont’ left him, choked moans and groans leaving him faster and faster as he got closer to orgasm.
Zanka seemed satisfied with the response, easing his grip just slightly so Jabber doesn't actually pass out on him. Zanka trailed his right hand down his chest, keeping his left hand at his throat still, before pausing right over his abs.
Jabber's shirt had ridden up, exposing his lower abdomen. His sharp v-line, defended abs, it just pissed Zanka off. So without warning, he lifted his fist and punched Jabber in the abdomen. His fist landed about a inch to the side of Jabbers cock. He didnt hit hard enough to do any actual damage. He didnt want to kill him, just knock the wind out of him.
Jabber choked out a moan, hips buckling up as his vision went white, thick hot ribbons of semen shooting hard into Zankas panties. The liquid seeping out the fabric and onto his stomach.
Zanka didnt stop, continuing his movements, not caring if he overstimulated Jabber. He needed to cum too, and didnt stop grinding until he did. His hips faltered to a stop as his own orgasm washed over him.
A sharp slap stoked across Jabbers face, Zanka already composing himself from his sudden orgasm.
"Useless." Zanka scoffed. "Can't even control yourself, cumming without permission." He let the silence hang for a beat before speaking again. "Say thank you.”
Jabber blinked up at him, panting heavy as he tried to understand what he meant.
"I said thank me.” A smug grin tugged at Zanka's lips, voice getting cocky once more. "Thank me for letting you have the honor of cumming in my panties. Now.”
Jabber panted, before dragging his hand to the spot where Zanka had punched him, pressing slightly at the already bruised skin. He groaned in pleasure, before looking properly at Zanka.
“Thank you…” Jabber’s voice was almost unbearably pleased with itself. “Thank you, for letting me ruin your panties. It was Lovely.”
The way he said it was intentional. Smug, teasing, like he hadn't just gotten dominated and punished for being a pervert. Really, in truth, this was the best thing ever to happen to him. A reward from heaven itself.
Zanka didnt miss the arrogant tone, but just scoffed before getting off him. Adjusting his cum soaked panties on properly before slipping back on his pants as Jabber still layed on the floor.
“Clean yourself up. Make sure to send a good tip for this lesson, Wonger.” Zanka said it so casually, already turning away before Jabber could even respond. He crossed the room toward his phone, completely confident that Jabber would do exactly as he said.
“I’m booking you for Tuesday and Thursday night training lessons. After dojo hours.” His fingers moved across the screen as he continued. “It’ll cost ya, but you can afford it, can’t you?”
Jabber just stared after him, still laying exposed on the floor mat. The thing was… he could have argued. He could have pushed back. But the way Zanka was speaking to him, the cocky and condescending tone, the way Zanka made decisions like they were already settled sent a stupid grin across his face.
Because somehow, incredibly so, this was exactly what he wanted. What he fucking fantasized about.
“Yes Sir. I can.”
ANYWAYS HIIIII!!! Sorry this was so long. I got carried away. Please take this as an apology for taking so long to answer this……also I high-key wanna post this on AO3 lmao…..idk if its like. Okay for me too tho bc technically it wasnt my idea…Anon if u love me(and this) please tell me its okay to post on AO3🙏🥹
fem janka where, after seeing zanka get super giddy and blushy after receiving praise from enjin, jabber drags her somewhere private and absolutely wrecks zankas pussy. just goes to town on her while degrading zanka the entire time, mocking the cleaner girl for acting like such a needy whore
Brhhdhsyeghe oh my god I have so many fic ideas(yaoi) of Jabber getting SO fucking jelly of Engin. God what a loser… anyways.
Jabber wasnt even with Zanka when she saw it. She, shamelessly, was stalking her cleaner from the shadows just to keep tabs. Her cleaner was shopping along with a few of her friends, and currently she was looking for insense.
Jabber hummed watching her pick out the bundle of scented sticks before paying for it and carefully placing it in her bag. God she can smell her from here, even 20 feet away she can smell her. She smells so good.
So she continues to follow from the shadows, dodging from one alley to another, just watching her Zanka frown at prices, then perk up at a sale god she's so fucking cute.
Then suddenly, Engin pops up. That fucking bitch. Jabber didnt hate people. Just the people that were loud and annoying, people who had ugly tattoos and hair, who smoked (not counting her joints, she was hot when she smoked) and she most definitely hated people who got to close to things that belonged to her.
Okay she hated Engin. A lot. The chain smoker always ruined her sweet high of Zankas smell. The heavy scent of smoke and ash clinging onto her cleaner far after they parted. It stunk. And jabber could handle a lot of smells. But the smell of Engins cigarettes clinging onto her cleaner drove her so insane it gave her headaches.
The older cleaner barks out a laugh, pulling a drag out of her little cancer stick while her other pats Zanka on the shoulder before looping that hand around her shoulder and shaking her while walking. Zanka stutters, her pale skin tinting pink as she pushes off her mentor, grumbling about her purchase in her bag being squished. Engin just ruffles her hair before taking another drag and walking beside her.
The smell was already pissing her off, but touching? That whore of a cleaner had the guts to touch her Zanka? Fuck no. And the fact that Zanka was giddy about it? Fuck. No.
It doesn't take long for Jabber to find a in. Engin waving off Zanka to go grab a drink with a few known Playboys, claiming to be right back. And that's when Jabber strikes, grabbing Zanka by the throat and dragging her ass into the dark alley way.
The panic on Zanka's face dissipates at she realises who grabbed her, quickly turning into a sharp glare that Jabber usually loves. But right now the only thought is jealousy, because why cant Zanka giggle like that for her? Blush and awkwardly glance away? What did she see in Engin?
Jabber doesn't even give Zanka a chance to question her, ripping her uniform off and attacking her skin, cutting her cute little bra(that fucking Jabber got for her, not Engin) off and biting her supple tits. Zanka tries to push her off, panicking about being seen, but Jabber ignores her and drops to her knees and rips her pants off.
She bites through her undies, teeth catching her clit and tugging, forcing a whorish moan for Zanka, before slapping her thighs open and ripping the damn panties off.
Jabber continues her trail of bites and hickies, going harder and harder the more her anger rises. Then she's suddenly sucking her clit, hard enough to make Zanka double over and sob out, legs already shaking from the pleasure.
Jabber smiles, a little happy to have her fall apart so easily, but she's not done. No, she's far from done.
She suddenly jams her fingers into her cunt, because yes, Zankas cunt belongs to her. Her rings scrape on the inside, but Jabber doesn't bother to take them off, Zanka has handled worse. In fact, Zanka should be fucking lucky she wasnt carrying her strap with her today.
He finger blasts her, sucking and biting her clit so hard she's pretty sure she's bruising it, but the idea only gets her off.
Her fingers are in Zanka so deep she's forcing her to stand on her tiptoes, and if she could she would fucking fist her. Show her exactly who she belongs too.
She punches into her cunt, her fingers curling and scraping as he abuses her insides, finally pulling away from her swollen clit to tell her off.
Shes a fucking whore, a slut who would let anybody fuck her like this. Jabber questions if Engin asked, would she spread her legs? Would she bend over for a stranger on the street if praised enough?
Zanka sobs out a ‘no’ but jabber ignores it, using her other hand to slap her clit as she continues her dirty talk. Zanka starts whining about how she's too rough, but Jabber doesn't care enough to listen.
Her orgasm hits quick, a surprise squirt that doesn't gross Jabber out. In fact, she latches onto her cunt and greedily swallows it down, not stopping her fingers as she pushes Zanka way past her limits.
Jabber finally pulls away, slick and squirt soaking her lower face and chest, and she just licks her lips before pulling out her soaked fingers.
Zanka immediately crashes down to the ground, the back of her ankles touching her ass, legs spread and cunt throbbing, completely exposed as Jabber grabs her face and forces her to look her in the eyes.
“You belong to me Zanka. Got it? You're my whore. So start fucking acting like it.” she growls, her anger surging up once more. She should just drag her back to her hideout and fuck her properly. Yeah. That sounds like a good plan.
A loud crackle of Zankas wrist choker echoes out before engine voice can be heard, asking where the younger cleaner where she is.
Zanka forces herself to answer, the moment she's done and Engin is satisfied with the answer, Jabber decides to go down on her again before taking her to her hideout.
Who did she think she was answering that call when Jabber was talking to her? Seems like that cunt wasnt properly trainee yet. But that's okay. Jabber has allll fucking day to ruin her.
Hope you enjoyed!!!! Low-key falling asleep writing this so if there's spelling mistakes… no there's not…
Med play.….. Med play Jabber…. Needles and oh so tight latex….. Heart monitor connected to him so his heart rate can be heard loudly….i need to write this….dissections ….. Organ play…blood drinking.…. Body examinations…..
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
It had been about a week since he had fought that bastard. A whole week and his jaw still hurts from catching those blades between his teeth. The ache followed him everywhere. When he ate, when he brushed his teeth, and even when he was yelling at Rudo for being a fatass.
It never left. But it wasnt..bad. He would never admit it out loud, but those long thick blades never left his mind. The way they sheened in the low light, the sharp whistle as she cut through the air, trying to cut him up.
He could admit it, she was beautiful. Lovely loved fighting her, humming in his hands as he trained, while thinking of her. Unfortunately, in thinking of Mankira and her beautiful form, he also thought of Jabber.
The fucking freak. Zanka had no idea how such a beautiful weapon such as her was owned by such a perverted person. It was almost shameful.
Zanka could worship her properly. The same way he worshiped Lovely.
Zanka rolled his shoulders before plopping down on his bed, the mattress squeaking under his weight. He folded his hands over his stomach, while staring up at the ceiling.
Yeah he could treat her so good. Kiss up on her silver rings. Lick the grooves of her design, feeling her hum and shiver until she activated. And of course, he would worship her blades too. God. The same blades that was in his mouth.
He brings up a hand to his lips, touching gently before slipping a finger and pressing it to his teeth. She was bigger than this, and he added two more fingers to make up for the difference. He begins to mimic how he dreams of licking her. And closes his eyes as he continues his mental worship.
Sharp and warm, grating agasint his teeth like she wanted him too. Metal pressing into his skin, her sharp edges running down his torso. God he would be so good for her. She likes to play wild and rough, and Zanka could do that. For her.
His mind wanders again, where her blades connect to the rings, so simple and sharp, he would kiss and bite the tendons connecting them. Lick the knuckles wearing her. Worship the hand that's fingering his mouth.
Worship Jabbers hands.
He pops into his mind again and Zanka groans, eyebrows furrowing as he tries to focus on what he actually cares about. But the damn raider refuses to leave his wet dream.
Jabber likes to play wild and rough too, Zanka knows that from their fight. His smile forms, all wicked and perverted(something that Zanka is not) As Jabber shoves his vital instrument in deeper, just barely pressing at the back of his throat.
Jabber would probably let Zanka worship her, he thinks. Would love to see Zanka on his knees, licking and kissing her like she's a goddess which she is you fuckers
He would probably grab Zankas throat with his other hand, blades pressing against his pale skin and drawing thin lines of blood as he sucked harder.
Zanka suddenly grabs his pants and yanks them down to his thighs, his pink cock whipping out and standing straight up, hard as ever. He goes to grab himself, but pauses. He shouldn't be doing this. Shouldn't be touching himself while thinking of Mankira and.. Jabber.
Another image of Jabber hovering above him, this time in-between his thighs pops up into his mind, and god is the mental image hot.
As long as he doesn't touch himself..then techinally he's not masturbating to Jabber. If he doesn't touch himself, then he's not as perverted at Jabber. He can still call himself normal.
That's.…fine. Right?
So he removes his hand, and instead brings it to his throat, choking himself out to mimic his wet dream. Fingers still shoved in his mouth, sucking and licking like his life depends on it, squeezing the air out of him.
He humps the air, cock swaying at the motion as he continues.
Jabber would be rough with him, wouldnt he? Cut him up with Mankira and dose him with her venom. God he wants that so bad. To feel her coursing through his veins while Jabber manhandles him. Jabber would probably talk him through it. The raider never shuts up after all, yapping about how hard he is mid fight.
Would Jabber be big like Mankira? Would his cock stuff his mouth like her dark blades did? Would Jabber fuck into his throat, pushing his head against the battleground while groaning and talking filthy to him, how Zanka is doing so good at worshiping him and Mankira.
After he's done, would he cut off his clothes and have his way with him? Using his vital instrument to pin him down as he stuffs his cock in his ass? Fill him to the brim with his cum just like Mankira did with her venom?
Oh the thought is too much.
“Ma-mankira” he babbles out around his fingers, fingering fucking his mouth as he humps the air desperately.
The sensations of his mind almost feels real. Like Jabber is actually right on top of him, choking him out and using him. His bright pink eyes glaring down at him as he fucks him how he pleases.
His body stutters, lifting his ass off the mattress as he suddenly cums. Semen shooting out in hot thick ropes against his abdomen.
He came. He came thinking of Mankira. No. He got off thinking of… Jabber.
He lays there, drool on his chin, panting as he tries to recover from his orgasm. He didnt even…. Touch himself. So, he's fine. Right? Hes not a pervert like that raider? Thank god Jabber cant see this, cant see him like this.
He quickly recovers, groaning and mentally shamining himself as he carries himself to his bathroom, not paying attention to the window that definitely was not cracked open when he got there.
Hope you enjoyed!!! I've never really done anything focusing on their vital instruments, so I hope I did a good job…..plz lemme know if I could improve lol
