sinupret



Recent works

Recent bookmarks

  1. Public Bookmark 83

    Tags
    Summary

    “Ah, c’mon, Zan-Zan don’t be holdin’ back on me now. Y’know I like it when you’re rough with me….” Jabber teased, the plastered grin refusing to fade as he locked eyes with the one he wanted to put him in his place, where he belonged. Zanka wrinkled his nose, unable to comprehend how someone could be grinning in a situation this tense.

    “Yeah? You like that, you masochistic fuck,” Zanka spat, his face twisting, disgust clear in every prominent line. “How revolting. I oughta chop your dick clean off just for saying that… then again,” his eyes narrowed, a smirk bubbling to the corner of his lips, “you’d probably get off on it, wouldn’t you?”

    “Heh… y’know me too well,” Jabber purred.

    Or,

    Jabber’s twisted luck led him directly to his perfect match. A sadist with a raging hard-on for beating him bloody in battle. By the time it was over, Jabber was black and blue, barely upright, dopamine still drumming hot and heavy through his veins. The ache only made him smile.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    6,814
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Comments:
    28
    Kudos:
    788
    Bookmarks:
    83
    Hits:
    8,479

    02 Jun 2026

  2. Public Bookmark *

    Tags
    Summary

    “Fine. You wanna get off so bad?” Zanka places his foot right onto the tent in Jabber’s pants, pressing the tip of his boot down lightly. “There you go.”

    Or: After their fight in the trash beast, the mere thought of Jabber Wonger gets under Zanka’s skin in ways he didn’t even know were possible. When they meet again, this escalates. Very quickly.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    5,737
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Comments:
    49
    Kudos:
    1,388
    Bookmarks:
    165
    Hits:
    8,755

    27 May 2026

  3. Public Bookmark *

    Tags
    Summary

    “Hey sexy,” Enjin greets.

    Gris pulls a shirt from the dryer, shakes it once and lays it in the basket tucked under his arm.

    “No.”

    Enjin pouts as he leans against the doorway, his shoulders spanning most of the frame.

    “You don’t even know what I’m going to ask.”

    “And I don’t need to know,” Gris says patiently, smiling as Enjin further smooshes his lips in a pout. “It’s the first Friday of the month, and you want me to race Sheila. No.”

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    16,415
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Comments:
    134
    Kudos:
    2,192
    Bookmarks:
    512
    Hits:
    18,370

    26 May 2026

  4. Public Bookmark *

    Tags
    Summary

    Hard work beats genius. Zanka is gonna tattoo that onto the sorry fuckin' hide of everyone who's ever doubted him, and he's gonna start with Jabber fuckin' Wonger. He's gonna prove he's nothing like that guy, or his shithead family.

    (The rush he feels at the sight of blood, at the sweet sound of agony, doesn't mean a thing.)

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    14,824
    Chapters:
    4/4
    Comments:
    164
    Kudos:
    3,745
    Bookmarks:
    602
    Hits:
    31,782

    21 May 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 3

    Tags
    Summary

    Домовладельцу больше не страшно, и больше не душно. Курить на крыльце гораздо приятнее, чем в открытую форточку. Ружьё — Есенину, землю — пожарному, воронок КЧС — сёстрам. И да катись оно всё в пизду, ёбаный свет.

    Language:
    Русский
    Words:
    21,308
    Chapters:
    5/5
    Comments:
    4
    Kudos:
    30
    Bookmarks:
    3
    Hits:
    599

    31 Mar 2026