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Russian roulette blowjobs. Stay with me now. Jabber getting a gun and making Zanka suck it. Its a nice little single action, custom engraved revolver. He has Zanka tied up in a hog tie on his knees while Jabber is sitting on a chair with Zanka in between his legs.

This would prob only work for my hitman au, but its whatever. Anyways. Jabber tells Zanka he’ll only let him go/answer any questions if he plays with him. Jabber holding the gun between his crotch, thumb pulling back the pin and telling Zanka to suck the barrel for a minute and he’ll answer a question in return. If Zanka can suck gun good enough, for all the rounds that supposedly in the gun, Jabber will let him go.

Zanka obviously tries to fight it at first, but eventually gives in after realising he cant excape the ropes he’s in. And so, he sucks. Hesitant and awkward at first, kitten licking the evgraved barrel of the revolver, before teasing the end of the barrel with his tongue, rimming the metal while he's forced to keep eye contact with Jabber.

Jabber grabs the back of Zankas head and forces him to actually suck it, his pointer finger dangerously close to the trigger as he continues to keep eye contact.

Jabber adjusts himself in his chair, his cock now hard as a rock from the sight, grunting and groaning like Zanka was actually sucking him off and not his gun. The first round lasts about a minute, before Jabber randomly pulls the trigger while the gun is still in his mouth.

Zanka flinches hard, eyes wired shut before snapping open with fear as he looks up at Jabber who is just looking down at him with the most perverted smile ever, like the fact that he has so much control of Zankas life and the fear in his eyes is actually getting him off. Much to nobodies surprise, that's exactly what's getting Jabber off.

Zanka composes himself before spitting on Jabbers thigh, spit built up from sucking the gun and asks his question, and jabber answers. Though it's vauge and not really giving Zanka the answer he wants. Jabber starts the next round by spinning the cylinder and repositioning the gun back between his legs. This time the handle of the gun is pushed directly against his clothed erection, so everytime Zanka bobs his head down, its giving jabber direct stimulation. And of course Jabber just gets louder. And the next round starts, and the next. Each random pull of the trigger while the barrel is uncomfortably pressing into the back of Zanka throat just makes the tension rise higher.

And now its the last round, and Zanka knows this round has the bullet. Hes trying to figure out a way out of this, offer info to Jabber, but nothing comes to mind. So Jabber offers a alternative. Actually suck him off, or have his brains splattered against the floor, Jabber enjoys the idea of either one, and is kinda surprised when Zanka chooses him instead of the gun.

Jabber's cock is so different than the gun barrel. Longer, thicker. A slightly metal and salty taste to him, sweat making Zankas mouth water as Jabber has his hand feathered through his hair and helps him down onto his length. Zanka chokes on him, as jabber is pushing his head down hard, the head of his cock bullying the entrance of his throat and attempting to actually throat fuck him.

The round finishes with Jabber cumming all over Zankas face and mouth. And he presses the tip of the gun to Zanka's cum drenched face before swiping some off and bringing the gun to his mouth. Licking and sucking his load of his gun while keeping eye contact, before suddenly pulling the trigger with barrel pressed to the back of his throat

Except nothing happens. The gun was fully empty. Zanka went through all of this torture, sucking a gun, and Jabber just to get shitty answers to his questions, just for the gun to be fucking empty.

Zanka is livid, cursing and screaming at Jabber while he cleans himself up, tossing a dull knife to Zanka who is now face down on the ground still hogtied before telling him to hurry up and free himself as Jabber just called the cops and he would hate to be seen tied up and covered in semen. And Jabber just leaves him there, whistling a tune as he excape the abandoned room they were in.

I have a idea of toxic Janka Uri where Jabber actually fucks Zankas pussy with the gun, but that's for another ask lol. Hope you enjoyed this stupid rant, low-key got way into it and had to delete a lot of stuff bc I was trying to actually write a fic out of it here lmao.

Pic of gun im kinda imagining Jabber having. Maybe some larkspur engraved into the metal, Zankas and Jabbers initials carved into the handle. He got this gun just to play with Zanka, a little show of his love for his hitman❤️😋