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    yuri janka shenanigans inspired by britney spears' songs

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    “Wow… Zan-Zan, didn’t peg ya for the desperate type,” Jabber drawled, voice dripping that same taunting hum, “All prickly on the outside, but inside? Betchu dyin’ to getcha dick wet, huh?”

    Zanka let out a slow, unnerving sigh, shoulders loosening in spite of himself. There was no point. Trying to reason with this lunatic was a waste of precious breath. He’d be dead before he ever knocked any sense out of him. So why fight it? If he couldn’t overpower it, might as well roll with the punches.

    “If you wanna fuck me that bad, all ya had to do was ask—”

    “I want you.” Zanka cut in, his voice low, steady despite the tremor beneath it. “I want you… so cut the crap and get on with it already.”

    Or,

    How this became his new normal, Zanka wasn’t entirely sure. One moment he was fighting for his life against Jabber’s toxins; and the next? The crazed lunatic kept showing up in his bedroom as his own personal sleep paralysis hallucination. Unable to move or defend himself, Zanka was subjected to whatever torture Jabber had in store. Leading to one of the best wet “dreams” of his life.

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    15 Jun 2026

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  2. Public Bookmark 88

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    Zanka couldn’t explain how he found himself in this position, but he wasn’t in the headspace to question it either. The position in question consisted of the following: Zanka, propped up on his elbows, leaning back in his bed with his mind afloat and looking down at Jabber, on the floor between his legs. Jabber, peering up at him, Aibo in his slender fingers, kiss-bitten lips fixed into a dazed smile.

    “You gonna let me?” Jabber had asked earlier that night. “See if you can feel everything she feels?”

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    Jabber has an idea and Zanka is willing to try it, just this once.

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    13 Jun 2026

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    Then, she started wrapping Jabber’s chest in rope. The bruises there were more visible—scratches, purplish patches over her arms and shoulders that looked painful to the touch. When the rope pressed over one of the bruise, though, Jabber inhaled sharply, involuntarily.

    Zanka loosened the rope immediately. “Shit—sorry, I didn't—”

    Jabber waved a hand. “No. It’s good.”

    Zanka’s expression verged on disbelief, like she didn’t trust her own ears. “Good?”

    Jabber lifted her head to meet her eyes, a crooked smile playing on her lips. She was certain her black eye made the picture slightly worrisome but she didn’t care. Her voice was raspy when she said, “tighter.”

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    OR jabber sidequested so hard that she ends up as a model for a hot butch. she ain't complaining though.

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    11 Jun 2026

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    The door was locked. The lights were off. The only thing illuminating the room was a patch of moonlight let in by the window.

    Zanka was alone.

    No.
    Not alone.
    Never alone.

    Not ever again.

    Questions say what?
    I like you mostly late at night
    Hold tight, hold tight,

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    29 May 2026

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  5. Public Bookmark 23

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    “Zanka.” Kyouka called out to the small boy at her side.

    “Pour another litre.”

    “Give me the criminal’s jinki.”

    “Cut down to the dermis.”

    “The salt next.”

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    A study on guilt: Zanka Nijiku

    Inspired by Milgram’s 1961 study on obedience where 65% of people delivered a 'fatal' 450V shock to a fellow participant just because a man in a lab coat told them to.

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