T4T_janka
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Jabber never cared about his body.
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02 Sep 2026
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This is your base level. You are comfortable and pain-free. You might even feel good, ecstatic, or euphoric.
Things to consider: is your baseline skewed?
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15 Aug 2026
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i'll make this violence feel like my choice by lecterova for EriExplosion (Deathstar510)
Fandoms: Gachiakuta (Manga), Gachiakuta (Anime)
22 Jul 2026
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"Don't ask questions," Jabber says, lowering his voice. "Don't stop. And don't listen if say no."
"Don't worry." Zanka tilts his head back, looking down on him. "I'll make it so that you can't."
After a fight that ends in a draw, Jabber wants to use Zanka's newfound strength to fulfill a dark fantasy.
Or, the Janka CNC fic.
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- Part 5 of janka's s/m rendezvous
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27 Jul 2026
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He’s So Devoid Of Colour. (He Don’t Know What It means.) by pnkpoiza
Fandoms: Gachiakuta (Manga), Gachiakuta (Anime)
13 Sep 2026
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“Nuthin’.” Jabber responded quickly. “Just remember to meet up wit us, kay? And if you don’t.. I’ll drag your ass over my damn self.” Chills danced down the younger boy’s spine as he nodded begrudgingly, his body alerting his fight or flight response. “Okay! See you Zanny!”
Zanka sighed, putting his head into his hands, contemplating what the hell he just got himself into. And why the hell was Follo of all people involved?
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Jabber Wonger has the great idea of fighting two hot guys but it leads to him possibly joining the cleaners instead.
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13 Jul 2026
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“I’ve got to get ya a heater. Ya can’t live like this anymore,” Zanka went on, his nose pressed firm against Jabber’s collarbone, his warm breath washing right over the bone.
Jabber went still for just a second, taking in the words, and immediately decided that he hated the idea. He did not say it out loud; instead he stayed quiet, wishing in his head that Zanka would not take that plan seriously, and would not show up one of these days carrying that thing in his arms. He did not want to take the risk. He was not willing, not under any circumstances, to lose the magic of these moments.
For Zanka, Jabber would take every ice-cold bath in the world without a single complaint. And he would keep bearing the lonely weekdays, shivering under piles of heavy blankets and aching for his touch — because he knew that emptiness was exactly what made every reunion feel so right, so perfect. The cold was the perfect excuse, the exact setting that forced Zanka to hold him like this, to cling to him as if his life depended on it.
Jabber still doesn't have hot water.
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07 Jul 2026