fem!Jabber x fem!OCD!Zanka
tags: hurt/comfort, sadist/masochist, ocd, uhm idk what this is actually, fem!Jabber, fem!Zanka
Jabber and Zanka end up liking their companionship... maybe a little too much
"Hey Zan-zan~" Jabber calls out, her voice echoing in the alleyway. Zanka had heard her footsteps, so she's fully prepared for a fight by the time Jabber makes her way over.
Jabber grins, "Nice day, huh?" Zanka just stares at her in disbelief. She's talking about the...weather??
"Yeah," Zanka rolls her eyes, "so nice out. Almost makes me forget about the trash falling from the sky!" Jabber just widens her smile, amused by just the mere presence of the other girl.
"Wha do ya want," Zanka asks, althought she already knows the answer isn't to talk about the shitty weather.
"I wanna fight, of course!" Jabber giggles, the sound light and airy. Her braids sway behind her as a piece of trash comes whizzing past them. Zanka jumps out of the way, startled, but Jabber remains still.
"Dude, move!" Zanka yells as she sees more trash coming down. Jabber, without a care in the world, slowly makes her way under an awning.
"Aww, Zan-zan~ You care about me~?" Jabbers coos, walking towards Zanka. Zanka arms herself with Assistaff, eyes glowing blue.
"Not a chance. Jus' can't have my best 'pponent dyin' on me 'fore I can hurt her some more." At this, Jabber's eyes widen in excitement.
"Freak..." Zanka mutters as she swings Lovely Assistaff at Jabber. She laughs and jumps out the way, activating Mankira, her rings glowing with purple anima.
They continue fighting, swing after swing, always one step ahead of the other. Eventually, Zanka gets lucky and pins Jabber to the ground, her vital instrument trapping the other girls neck in place. Chest heaving, Jabber wipes blood from Mankira, a bloody smile on her face. Zanka remains on top of Jabber, Zanka's eyes keeping her pinned in place.
"C'mon, baby! Hit me real good~" Jabber pleads, eyes begging. Zanka moves so that she's standing directly above Jabber, feet planted on either side of the braided girl's hips. She leans down, face inches from Jabber's.
"Ya don't get to tell m' wha' to do, 'kay?" Zanka growls, her own blood dripping down onto Jabbers face. Jabber shivers, but not from the cold--or lack thereof.
"Okay..." she whispers. Zanka pushes Assistaff down onto Jabber's throat some more.
"No, not 'okay.' Say, 'yes ma'am.' Treat m' with respect, okay?" Zanka sneers. She doesn't know why, but being in control of the other girl leaves a weird feeling in her stomach. A good feeling in her stomach.
Jabber nods, breathless. "Yes.. yes, ma'am," she moans at the pressure Zanka puts on her throat in reward.
"Good girl," Zanka smiles. Standing back up, she leans on Assistaff once more before deactivating her and walking away, a cruel smile on her lips. With one last glance back, she finds Jabber still on the ground, eyes shut, and hand....
Jabber's hand is in her pants, back arched.
Zanka has never run faster in her life, desperate to get back to base. A wave of disgust overcomes her. How could she hurt someone for fun, a masochist nonetheless!
But the worst thing... is that Zanka enjoyed hurting Jabber.
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