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beomgyu truly doesn't know how a simple game of truth or dare led to him humping a pillow in front of his friends and consequently getting fucked by all of them too.
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sinkhole (i sink right into you) by 13KeithXPidge13
Fandoms: Gachiakuta (Anime), Gachiakuta (Manga)
25 Jan 2026
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A groan comes from below him, low and deep, and it has him freezing up completely and blinking, before whipping to glance down at what was underneath him.
Correction; at what he was sitting /atop of/.
He could feel it properly, now that he wasn’t distracted by the adrenaline rush, now that everything was stilling around him—them. He could feel the hips he was straddling, the lower stomach his ass was stationed on, and the hands that had somehow, intentionally or not, attached themselves to his waist.
Jabber’s hands. Jabber’s hands that were on his waist. Jabber’s hips that he was straddling. Jabber that he was situated atop of.
Jabber’s face—which was inches away from Zanka’s own, and purple eyes open to meet his blue.
[or, that one stuck in a tight space fic that every fandom eventually gets]
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mistakes like this by nekoyayaa (xXNekoetteXx)
Fandoms: Gachiakuta (Manga), Gachiakuta (Anime)
12 Sep 2025
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There was nothing dignified about the entire situation. Not with the way their teeth clacked against one another as the kiss deepened, tongue meeting tongue as drool trickled from the corner of his mouth. Not with how wandering hands had started to undo his shirt, pieces of his clothing already slipping onto the floor. Not as he groaned as he rutted against the knee pushed between his legs while his hands yanked the other’s head closer. And certainly nothing was dignified about the other person being Jabber Wonger of all people.
Or: It's been sixteen days since they last saw each other.
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- Part 1 of pick your poison
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There was no playing nice with Jabber, there was only violence. The promise of it made his knees weak.
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Zanka has been tasked with keeping Jabber distracted. Things take a turn that he wasn’t expecting. -
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"So..." Minho hums, back to his usual nonchalant self despite witnessing Jisung's insane mutant freak acrobatics. "Who are you?"
Shit. Jisung's brain stalls. He needs a name. Something cool. Something heroic. Something a really smart and creative superhero movie director would come up with. Something catchy but not cringe-
"Spider-Man."
FUCK.
Minho raises an eyebrow. "Spider-Man?"
There's absolutely no way to run this back.
"Yep,” Jisung says, voice muffled through the make-shift mask. "Friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. Tell your friends."
And then he bolts before Minho can interrogate him further. God. He's such a fucking dumbass.