marmonia
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"If ya haven't noticed, it's two in the fuckin' mornin'. Some of us have jobs and are tryin’ to sleep," Zanka says, ignoring the way her neighbor shamelessly looks her up and down.
"Ahhh, so you're the new girl next door!" the woman says with a grin. "Well hey there, neighbor! I'm Jabber!" She extends her hand, inviting Zanka to... What? Shake on it? Dap her up, as if Jabber hasn't been annoying the ever-living shit out of her for nights on end?
Or: Zanka's neighbor won't stop blasting music at ungodly hours, and she finally decides to do something about it.
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- Part 3 of yuri janka <3
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21 Jul 2026
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Jabber paid little mind to his secondary gender. His heats were but a persistent itch, easily ignored with a good injury and the heady rush of adrenaline.
Sucks that while Zanka was good at sating the appetite for his bruises, he was just as good at making him crave an answer for his baser impulses.
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- Part 2 of Grapes and Eucalyptus
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20 Jul 2026
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CLEANER HUNK DRILLED BY SKINNY RAIDER COCK by Anonymous
Fandoms: Gachiakuta (Manga), Gachiakuta (Anime)
01 Jul 2026
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“Mmmmm…” Jabber takes a breath. “I’m gonna fuck you. Uh. Not like normal, though. I mean I’m gonna fuck you. In the ass.”
A beat.
“Why’re’ya sayin’ that like yer tryin’a convince yerself?”
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- Part 11 of Crouching Jonkler Hidden Zonkler
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01 Jul 2026
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“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.”
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Composure is a fickle thing, and Zanka finds himself realizing that control comes in several forms.
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26 Jun 2026