Deaf Jabber who tries to sneak up on a blind Zanka but he has no idea his hair jewelry jingles.
Blind Zanka who uses Lovely Assistaff vibrations to sneak up of deaf Jabber but he doesn't know that Jabber can smell him the moment he enters the room
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Deaf Jabber who tries to sneak up on a blind Zanka but he has no idea his hair jewelry jingles.
Blind Zanka who uses Lovely Assistaff vibrations to sneak up of deaf Jabber but he doesn't know that Jabber can smell him the moment he enters the room
Jabber pissing zanka so he goes outside for a cigarette because someone inside is gross. Jabber locks the door and laughs when zanka tries to get back in. Jabber is laughing his ass off watching zanka rattle the door and yell at him.
Then there's a crash. Zankas bloody fist breaks through the glass of the door and he unlocks it.
Jabbers never been so hard watching Zanka storm toward him, face pinched into that nasty scowl he loves, blood dripping onto the floor, murder clear in his eyes
Zanka works at a bar. Every night for the last week this crazy dude been coming in asking him for a hurricane shot. Zanka just rolls his eyes and ignores him cuz there is absolutely no way this guy actually wants that.
By the fifth time that week Zanka just looks at the guy who's smiling bright enough to light up every inch of this shitty dive bar. A shot glass is infront of the guy before he can ask for it. In his own hand is a full glass of water.
"You actually gon' do it for me?"
"Won't be holdin' the water if I wasn't."
The guy pats the counter infront of him, "Ight. Imma need you to sit right here then."
Zanka raises a brow looking between the guy and the spot on the bar top. It's stupid, but fuck it. He makes his way around the bar and hops up. The guys legs are crowding around his, the heat of him almost uncomfortable.
"So why am I up here?" Zanka asks as the guy brings the shot glass to his lips.
He smirks, golden bands wrapped around his hair sparkling as he tilts his head back, "I dont want ya stressing ya back out. Imma do that later."
Heat creeps up his neck all the way to his ears. As soon as the glass leaves his lips Zanka is flinging the water into his face. His fist connects to the guy's cheek.
Zanka can feel the satisfying sting in his knuckles as the guy's head flings to the side, shot glass still in hand.
A moment passes where Zanka cant hear anything other that his pulse racing in his ears before-
"God damn! I knew you was gon' pack some heat but I didn't think you were gon' outright deck my ass."
The guy should be furious, but the smile from before is still stretched across his face. He leans in closer, arms resting on either side of Zanka trapping him in place.
"The name's Jabber." He offers even though Zanka didn't ask.
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Just a fun little thing. Idk. Jabber seems like the type.
Yall need to understand that submissive ≠ bottom. Give me sub tops that are whimpering and begging to fuck their doms. Give me sub tops that are pathetically humping their doms leg while giving them oral. Sub tops that are tied and restrained while their dom grinds against them and mock them the whole time about how badly they want it.
Le sigh.
This isn't pointed at anything or anyone. I just like to share my thoughts.
Casually dropping dubcon gunplay in oomfies dms because I can't ever keep an idea to myself
It is time!!!
Zanka getting his clit pierced to impress Jabber. It becomes Jabbers new fidget toy
More random AU ideas that are plauging my brain.
Jabber goes to court ordered rehab. There he meets a pretty little blond with a nasty ass attitude. The two fight everyday, get in arguments during group, try to put cigarette out on eachother and almost get smokeing ban from the facility in general.
The whole time Jabber can't help but think the guy looks familiar. Til one day in group the subject of people they've wronged comes up. Jabber tells everyone he can't think of a single person hes ever wronged.
The blond across from him snorts, harsh and vindictive, "Not even the guy you sold laced drugs to?"
Turns out Jabber does know him. Zanka, one of his regulars. Couldn't recognize him now that hes put on weight and actually looks like hes been sleeping.