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    Zanka was suddenly disguised as a girl before he even realized what was going on. One second he’s walking into a briefing, the next he’s in a wig, lashes, and signed up to fight in an underground boxing tournament.
    That’s not even the worst part.

    Because somehow —somehow— he looks good. Like, really good.

    And as it turns out, his rival Jabber would agree.

    Now Zanka’s juggling a top-secret mission, a bunch of fighters trying to knock his head off, and one very confusing rival who keeps praising Zanka.. with.. Zanka.

     

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    Zanka goes undercover as a girl and Jabber sees him

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    22 Apr 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 17

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    “Why the fuck are you hard?”

    “Nah, nah… I swear, I ain’t hard. Look,” with his free hand he reached for the waistband of his pants, slowly pulling them down. Zanka tried to look away, but unfortunately, he was too late, and Jabber had yanked down his pants, letting them fall down his thighs. Zanka quickly looked away, closing his eyes.

    “Don’t turn away, Zan-Zan, look,” Jabber said, grabbing Zanka by the cheeks and pulling his head back towards him, forcing Zanka to look straight at the massive strap on dildo between his legs.

     

    OR: Jabber goes on a walk and gets knocked out by a dildo and he has a lightbulb moment

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    22 Apr 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 25

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    "Can I kiss you, sweetheart?" he asks right against Zanka's ear, breathing heavy. "Let me give you a kiss and take you to bed?"

    Zanka doesn't answer. He turns his face to meet Enjin's, yanks him in by his jacket, and kisses him.

    It's good, so much better than any of Zanka's daydreams or late night masturbation fantasies. Enjin's mouth is soft and hot against his own, his hands coming up to cradle Zanka's face, twist into his hair. He can feel everything, every nerve ending on fire, and he's going to have to thank Riyo for this somehow when he's sober.
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    Riyo thinks that Zanka could stand to loosen up more— Enjin disagrees. Zanka is just along for the ride.

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    18 Apr 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 6

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    Zanka’s homeroom teacher disappeared at the start of his final year of high school, only to be immediately replaced with a long-term sub, a mysterious tattooed man that handed out praise like it was nothing and always smelled like cigarettes. Determined to find the truth, Zanka discovers something he shouldn’t.

    He does about everything else he shouldn’t, too. He’s been too good all his life, anyway.

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    16 Apr 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 30

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    The literal incarnation of Jabber's soul is a beauty of sharpness and poison. Mankira. Mankiller. Ten silver rings, ten deadly claws.

    He thinks it's fitting.

    Jabber likes pain, both when it's inflicted on him and when it's plainly visible in another person. He likes fighting, tearing people apart, seeing how they break on him. He likes it even more when he loses, when he's the one with blood in his teeth and holes in his body. He was made for it, for making it happen and for enjoying it.

    And yet—

    “It’s funny, man, sum light petting ‘n yer already coming undone, ain't ya?” Zanka laughs again, lips tracing the lines of Jabber's jaw, making him tilt his head higher and higher in an honestly lame attempt to escape the ministrations. On Zanka's shoulders, his hands busy themselves clinging to the Cleaner's shirt, twisting and pulling at the fabric like a lifeline. He wants to move, to escape. He also wants to wiggle himself into Zanka's bones, carve a place in the middle of his ribcage and curl up there like a cat in the sun. “Yer so cute,” Zanka purrs, “unbelievable.”

    Or,
    Jabber, belonging, and Zanka.

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    16 Apr 2026