he was kind of a prodigy in your college and one of the best. he was also really good looking so you didn’t mind whenever he sat next to you, or watched you during class.
what had you weak first was the way he flirted.
whenever he spoke to you his voice lowered and his eyes locked onto yours like he was studying you. it made your stomach twist and your pulse race with excitement.
so when he asked if you wanted to come over to his dorm you said yes.
his room was exactly what you expected - clean and minimalistic.
you barely had the time to take everything in before zanka’s hands found your hips and he pulled you closer.
you hummed as his lips found your neck and he kissed his way up to your mouth. the kiss that followed was slow, but hot at the same time. he licked into your mouth, figured what you liked, and spoiled you with lust wrapped in control.
you walked backwards with zanka following you until the back of your knees hit the bed.
“okay?” he asked and you nodded, letting yourself fall into the sheets.
zanka bit his lower lip, his pupils blown with lust as his eyes raked over your body.
“would it bother you if someone joined us?” he asked suddenly.
you blinked surprised. it was college and people did things like this all the time, right? it kind of had you excited, and the way zanka had asked you… mmmm.
“i mean no?” you giggled softly. “why not?”
“good.”
the door fell open like the other person had listened. a whistle cut through the room before you even fully turned your head.
“daaamn,” his amused voice filled the room. “you always pick the hottest chicks, don’tcha?”
your stomach plummeted, because you knew that voice.
jabber stepped inside like he owned the place, and everyone it. grinning, pink eyes that watched you with interest before he looked to zanka.
the tension became suffocating.
“you took your time,” zanka said flatly before he kneeled onto the bed.
your gaze snapped between them. “wait.”
everyone knew these two. or more that deep hatred they shared.
“you,” you started, looking at zanka, then at jabber, confusion knitting your brows. “you guys hate each other.”
jabber huffed out a laugh as he approached the bed. “hate’s a strong word, sweetheart.”
“it’s accurate,” zanka replied dryly.
neither of them moved away, and you realized that this wasn’t the first time they did this.
it turned you on.
“this is surprising,” you whispered as they circled you on the bed.
jabber’s grin sharpened. “c’mon. you really think we don’t make exceptions for pretty lil things like you?”
zanka didn’t laugh as he watched you intently. your reaction was what mattered to him now.
“fuck. you’re serious,” you said quietly.
“depends. ya gonna run?” jabber asked amused.
“it’s your decision,” zanka added.
the rivalry was still there. you could feel it in the way they looked at each other. the tension had you shivering and your pussy pulsing with need. still that tension didn’t push them apart, it was pulling tightly around you instead.
“okay,” you whispered.
zanka’s blue eyes held yours for a little longer to make sure you didn’t agree only to please them. once he did he leaned to claim your mouth again. his tongue slid against yours in passionate strokes that had your thighs clench.
meanwhile jabber’s presence loomed at the edge of the bed. his energy crackled wildly and unfiltered as he palmed himself to the sight. then he climbed onto the bed.
“fuckin’ hot,” he praised with a low growl
his long fingers traced your thigh up impatiently before he cupped your covered pussy.
“bet y’re all wet already.”
you were. even more so as zanka broke the kiss to watch your reaction. one hand slid under your shirt to cup your tit, thumb circling your nipple until it peaked hard against the fabric.
you arched into zanka’s touch, but jabber didn’t want to wait. he yanked your shirt and bra up, over your head and tossed the fabric aside.
“look at these tits, zanka. beautiful.”
without a warning he dived in and his mouth latched onto your nipple. teeth grazed your nipples as he sucked hard. the sensation sent a jolt straight to your core. you gasp, moan and grab the sheets tightly. zanka used the chance to unbutton your pants and pull it halfway down.
“easy,” zanka whispered as jabber bit down harder and you yelped.
he continued peeling off your jeans before parting your thighs. your panties were soaked and their eyes were glued to the fabric. jabber, as impatient as before, shoved the fabric aside and plunged a thick finger into your cunt.
“fuck, she’s dripping,” he laughed, eyes flicking to zanka. “you always pick ‘em wet and good.”
zanka’s response was a faint smirk as his own finger joined jabber’s. they stretched you so good, and the difference between them had your eyes roll back.
jabber’s thrusts were frantic while zanka was more measured to find that sweet spot inside you. once he did he rubbed it harshly until your hips were bucking.
“breathe through it. let it build,” zanka mumbled against your neck before biting down.
meanwhile jabber added a second finger, making it three inside your pussy. his thumb ground against your clit while you sobbed out their names.
you fell back into the sheets as the orgasm crashed through you in hot waves. a shameless loud moan rippled through you as you came undone on their fingers.
you barely had the time to recover as they stripped down. zanka’s body was lean, and toned with his cock curving up against his stomach. jabber was more muscular and you almost drooled about the thick veins running along his shaft. you gasped when you noticed the pierced tip. he stroked himself shamelessly, grinning as the barbell gets coated in precum.
“i’m gonna wreck you,” he announced as zanka sent him another sharp glare.
the tension snapped again as they communicated only with their eyes.
zanka shook the head then and reached to position you. his firm hands rolled you onto your stomach before he got you on all fours.
he got behind you and his cock nudged against your entrance. slowly, inch by inch he filled you to the hilt with a groan that had you shivering. meanwhile jabber grabbed your head to feed his pierced length past your lips. the metal clinked against your teeth, salty precum coating your tongue as he fucked your mouth shallow at first, then deeper, gagging you with his rhythm.
“okay?” jabber asked between rough thrusts and you nodded. “good. doin’ so good for us.”
the praise made you clench as zanka’s hips snap forward. he was controlled, and yet had your thighs quivering as his cock dragged over every needy spot inside you.
yet it was still a competition between them as jabber met zanka’s rhythm and his fingers tightened in your hair whenever you moaned a little too sweetly.
spit trailed from your lips around jabber's shaft, pussy gushing around Zanka as he reached around to rub your clit in perfect circles.
the room reeked of sweat and sex, their grunts mingling with your muffled cries.
jabber pulled out suddenly - strings of saliva connecting you - and swapped with zanka. “my turn to stretch her.”
zanka eased out and they moved around. five seconds was all the break you got before jabber slammed into you.
you screamed into the pillow. his piercing was… was amazing. it hit all the spots that left you crossed eyed. quickly you urged zanka closer and drowned your noises of pure ecstasy by swallowing his cock.
you tasted yourself on him and suck him in deeper. gagging, moaning, whimpering.
they both got lost in you too. jabber’s hands sliding over your ass, your back with mesmerizing fascination as he gave it so good to you. while zanka became more uncontrolled.
“invite her again. soon. yeah, zanks?” jabber groaned as zanka nodded - blue eyes squeezed shut. “making my cock feel at home. fuck.”
your cunt clenched harder at their need and you were so close… and the one falling apart first.
your eyes rolled back as pure ecstasy sparked in your lower abdomen before it exploded in a firework that took no end. your pussy spawned and kept pulling jabber in where you needed him the most. tears spilled from your eyes as you rocked your hips back, chasing more of the pleasure like an addict.
“shit, she’s breathtaking when she orgasms,” zanka’s cock throbbed hard.
he thrusted once, twice, cradling the back of your head as he came. a deep, long groan rumbled through his chest as he filled your mouth with warm arousal. something you didn’t mind at all swallowing. your throat moved with each spurt of cum he gave to you.
“good. that’s good,” jabber whispered and then he slid out, along with zanka.
“huh?”
confused you looked back, because he didn’t cum yet. maybe he wanted to cum in your mouth too?
but then he wiped himself clean while zanka helped you to lay down, reaching for some cleaning wipes. you grew a little insecure about the abrupt ending.
“you did nothing wrong,” zanka said as he cleaned you gently. “jabber’s edging himself. he’s allowed to cum next time.”
“in a week,” jabber growled as he pushed his underwear over his still hard cock.
“two.”
“fuck off, i ain’t waiting this long.”
“ten days then,” zanka decided.
all while you wondered what their true dynamic was. not that you had long to think about as their eyes met yours again.
“only if you’re in again,” zanka’s voice softened again.
“y-yes. yes i’m in,” you nodded.
“that’s our girl. zanks, she’s our fuckin’ girl,” jabber chuckled - pink eyes gleaming with hunger for you.
Tags : crack, some fluff, kinda corny, established rls, reader playing too much on her phone, HIGHKEY ooc, why do they lowk jst see thru you frfr, did NOT proof read ts, random bullshit GO, no use of y/n
Pls ignore how my battery is red ash I made ts in public 😭 textfics and smaus r so fun to make bru the second one is still in the works tho 💔
a/n: i headcanon that rudo, enjin, zanka, august, riyo, gris, follo, amo, corvus, bro santa, guita, etc. would be good with kids, but def NOT tamsy, zodyl, or jabber bro 💀 NEVER LET KIDS 10 FEET WITHIN THEIR VICINITY (AND FOR MANGA READERS, DEFINITELY NOT MYMO)
headcanons were with just the boys this time!!!
synopsis: how they're bad with kids...
ft. rudo surebrec, enjin, zanka nijiku, august stilza, tamsy caines, zodyl typhon, jabber wonger, fu orostor
rudo surebrec
rudo technically likes kids (yes, he’s a kid himself), which is the most tragic part of this situation because he genuinely tries. like… he sees a little kid crying in an alley and his first instinct is “ah. small human. must comfort.” the problem is that rudo has the social aura of a raccoon that just crawled out of a dumpster, so the moment he crouches down and tries to smile at them… yeah… we have a problem.
the smile. oh god the smile 😭
rudo has two default facial expressions:
1) no thoughts behind those eyes…
2) locked in.
3) creepy little gremlin grin.
he crouches down in front of a kid and tries to look friendly, but instead it looks like he's about to offer them a cursed object.
picture this: he leans down, tilts his head, and gives them that smile that looks like he’s trying too hard to use all his facial muscles correctly.
the kid is just immediately silent. eyes watering. lip trembling.
absolutely terrified.
he doesn’t notice at first either. he’s just like, “what’s wrong…?”
the kid starts backing away like they’ve just encountered a cryptid.
then they run.
full sprint.
rudo just sits there confused like, “… did i say something? was it my tone? 💔”
and it gets worse if he tries to fix the situation.
one time a kid dropped their toy and rudo picked it up to return it.
except he held it out with that same unsettling smile and said something like “you dropped this.”
completely normal sentence.
absolutely horrifying delivery.
the kid screamed.
rudo stood there holding the toy like “what the hell man?!”
the other cleaners have fully banned him from approaching children because he accidentally traumatizes them.
enjin
enjin is not bad with kids because he’s scary.
he’s bad with kids because he has zero filter and zero sense of what is appropriate.
the man treats children like they are small adults, which would be fine if he wasn’t the kind of adult who says the most unhinged things possible.
kid walks up to him once and asks what he’s doing.
enjin replies with “checking out how grabbable that woman’s waist looks.”
the kid nods like they understood.
the bigger problem though is that enjin actively corrupts children without realizing it.
a kid once asked what the cigarette in his mouth was.
this man. this absolute menace. casually holds it out and goes, “wanna try?”
everyone else: “ENJIN.”
the kid was literally reaching for it, too.
he also swears around kids constantly.
he forgets they’re there.
so he’ll be mid conversation like, “yeah, and then that guy who probably likes taking dick up the ass–”
tiny child sitting next to him absorbing every word like a sponge.
a few hours later that same child is walking around repeating every curse word they heard.
enjin is also the worst at answering kids’ questions.
kid: “where do trash beasts come from?”
enjin, lighting another cigarette: “probably poor life choices.”
kid: “what’s a poor life choice?”
enjin: “… smoking cigarettes.”
the other cleaners have had to physically drag him away from impressionable children multiple times.
zanka nijiku
zanka isn’t trying to be mean to kids.
he just has ZERO patience for them.
like… -1000 patience.
the moment a child starts asking too many questions his internal stress levels start climbing.
a kid goes “what’s that?”
zanka: “my vital instrument – lovely assistaff.”
“what does it do?”
“she cleans and kills trash beasts.”
“… why?”
zanka’s eye visible twitches.
kids also have a terrible habit of touching things they shouldn’t, and zanka is NOT built for that.
a child once grabbed his lovely assistaff.
zanka snatched it back instantly and snapped, “DON’T TOUCH THINGS YA DON’T UNDERSTAND, SCUZZBALL.”
the kid burst into tears. immediate, catastrophic crying.
zanka froze like someone just detonated a bomb in front of him.
he has no idea what to do when kids cry.
absolutely none.
the panic that hits him is unreal.
he just stands there stiff as a statue while the kid sobs.
internally he’s thinking: why are they making that noise. how do i stop that noise. someone please remove this child.
once he tried to fix it by awkwardly patting the kid’s head.
the kid cried harder.
he has never attempted comfort again.
august stilza
august is the scariest one to children without even trying.
first of all: he is loud.
like… ABSURDLY loud.
kids are used to adults talking normally.
august walks into a room and suddenly it’s “HEY!!! WHO LEFT THIS HERE?!”
three children immediately start crying.
he also forgets that kids are much smaller than him, so when he kneels down to talk to them he’s still towering over them like a masked titan.
and then there’s the masks.
oh no.
august proudly makes these terrifying masks for fun and thinks kids will love them.
he once crouched down in front of a child and said, “LOOK WHAT I MADE!”
then pulled out the most horrifying handmade mask imaginable.
the kid stared at it.
then slowly started screaming.
august looked genuinely confused.
“WHAT? IT’S COOL!”
the kid was crying so hard they hiccupped.
august also doesn’t understand inside voice vs outside voice.
so when a kid asks him a quiet question he responds at full volume.
like the kid will be whispering: “what’s your mask for…?”
august, enthusiastically: “INTIMIDATION!!!”
the kid jumped.
he once accidentally made a whole playground go silent just by laughing.
his laugh is huge and booming and echoes everywhere.
every child within a ten foot radius froze like prey animals sensing a predator.
august was just like “… why is everyone staring at me?”
tamsy caines
tamsy is actually good with kids in theory.
he’s calm, patient, and doesn’t yell. if you just looked at him from afar you’d think oh yeah, that guy could totally babysit.
the issue is that tamsy gives off deeply unsettling vibes to children.
like the kind of calm where kids stare at him and immediately decide something is off…
he kneels down to talk to a kid and just… watches them.
not blinking.
perfectly still.
the kid starts getting nervous because this man is studying them like a science experiment.
the kid’s like “why are you looking at me like that…?”
tamsy (he’s genuinely curious): “i’m observing your behavioral patterns.”
the kid is already halfway to crying.
he also asks kids very strange questions because he treats them like little psychological puzzles.
things like: “why do you think you’re afraid right now?” “do you feel safe when adults smile?” “what do you think happens after death?”
the adults in the room immediately intervene.
another problem is that tamsy’s version of comforting someone is wayyyyyy too serious for a child.
a kid cries because they dropped their candy.
tamsy crouches down and gently says, “loss is an inevitable part of life.”
the kid stares at him in horror.
he once tried to cheer a child up by telling them a story.
except the story was about a brutal fight he had.
very calm narration.
very graphic implications.
the kid sat there completely silent the whole time.
afterwards they asked their parent if tamsy was a villain.
he wasn’t even trying to scare them.
he’s just… philosophically terrifying. or actually just evil, but who knows.
zodyl typhon
zodyl is the absolute worst person imaginable to leave around children.
not because he’s mean.
because he has zero awareness of how horrifying his habits are.
children are curious little creatures.
so of course one eventually approaches him and asks what he’s eating.
and zodyl, without hesitation, just pops a whole roach in his mouth.
crunch.
the kid watches in stunned silence.
zodyl casually chews like he’s eating popcorn.
the kid: “… was that a cockroach?”
zodyl: “yeah.”
immediate screaming.
it gets worse if there are animals nearby.
one time a bird flew down close to him while kids were around.
before anyone could react, zodyl GRABBED it.
BIT into it.
raw.
the children witnessed the entire thing.
absolute chaos.
crying.
panic.
zodyl just looked confused like “… what?”
someone finally shouted: “YOU CAN’T DO THAT IN FRONT OF KIDS.”
he genuinely didn’t understand the problem.
he also has the habit of eating literally anything he finds, so kids will watch him pick something up off the ground and immediately test it for edibility.
the final straw was when a child asked him what his favorite food was.
zodyl thought about it.
then calmly pointed at a pigeon nearby.
the kid burst into tears before he even moved.
if there was a rule saying zodyl is not allowed to eat anything in front of children, unfortunately it would last about 10 minutes before he forgets and crunches another insect.
jabber wonger
oh. oh this one is BAD.
jabber is not bad with kids because he hates them.
he’s bad with kids because he forgets that children exist and continues behaving like… well… jabber.
kids are naturally curious, so of course one wanders up to him while he’s doing something suspicious.
the kid taps him on the shoulder.
jabber slowly turns his head.
with a shit-eating grin.
the kind of grin that immediately triggers fight or flight in every small child within a five mile radius.
he crouches down, staring way too intensely, eyes wide like he just discovered a rare species.
the kid: “… hi?”
jabber: “what are you?”
the kid blinks.
then jabber starts asking rapid-fire questions like he’s interrogating them.
“how old are you?”
“can you fight?”
“what happens if you bite someone?”
“do you wanna try my poisons?”
the kid is already overwhelmed.
then jabber laughs.
loudly. way too loudly.
the kind of laugh that sounds like someone who definitely should NOT be around children.
but the worst thing is that jabber thinks kids are hilarious little chaos gremlins, so he actively encourages the worst behavior possible.
kid throws a rock.
jabber: “do it again.”
kid pushes another kid.
jabber: “oh that one cried fast.”
he once watched two children arguing and just sat there smiling like he was watching a reality show.
someone finally asked him why he didn’t stop them.
jabber shrugged. “i wanted to see who would win.”
there was also the time a kid asked what he did for work.
“i’m a professional zanka annoyer.”
the kid: “… what’s a zanka?”
jabber smiles. “my favorite problem.”
jabber has been officially labeled “do not approach children.”
fu orostor
fu is the most tragic babysitter possible.
not because he’s scary.
but because he CANNOT function without orders.
leaving him alone with a child is basically like leaving a robot that hasn’t been programmed yet.
the kid walks up to him.
fu freezes.
staring.
waiting.
because in his mind he’s thinking: no one told me what to do in this situation.
the kid: “hi!”
fu just nods awkwardly.
long silence.
the child eventually asks something simple like: “can we play?”
fu internally panics.
play WHAT.
HOW.
WHO DECIDES.
what if the kid gets hurt?????!!!
that would technically be his fault.
unless…
unless someone ordered him to play.
so he does the only thing his brain can think of.
he goes to the nearest adult and quietly asks: “should i… interact with the child?”
they stare at him like he’s stupid.
another problem is that fu is terrified of making decisions, so if a kid asks him literally anything, he freezes.
kid: “can i have candy?”
fu: “… i don’t know.”
kid: “can we go outside?”
fu: “… i don’t know.”
kid: “can we draw?”
fu: “… i don’t know.”
the kid eventually gets frustrated, but starts playing on the floor.
fu is standing behind them like a very polite ghost.
the kid turns around and screams because they didn’t realize he was still there.
fu jumps too because now the kid is screaming and he doesn’t have instructions for that either.
eventually someone tells him, “if they cry, comfort them.”
fu nods very seriously.
later the kid starts crying.
fu kneels down stiffly and says in the most awkward voice imaginable: “please stop crying.”
the kid cries harder.
fu looks around like he just triggered a disaster and whispers to himself: “… i followed the instructions.”
Summary: You use Jabber as a stress relief, not that he’s complaining.
Warnings: TYPOS, smut with the tiniest plot!!, mentions of Zodyl "punishing" the reader &Jabber, Jabber has a snake-eyes tongue piercing, bad attitude! Reader, masochism/sadism dynamic, Jabber is your punching bag, hate sex, obsessive! Jabber, choking, Jabber calls the reader “baby”,
A/N: This is so hard i am naut good with smut i seriously struggled like KILL ME. REQUESTS OPENNNNN!!!! PLEASE
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Loud-mouthed, irritating, obnoxious, so painfully--
“Jabber.” The word slithered through grinding teeth, a jaw clenched so tight bones creaked.
"Whaaaat, dollface? You've gotta loosen up— I mean, seriously!" The man purred from above you, and the sound got on your nerves like a metal fork on porcelain, a headache that pulsed needily at the back of your skull.
It was an intel mission, a simple, no bullshit intel mission to get information about the spherite who'd passed through a busy town and had been seen by a man-- the makeshift "mayor" of the four dozen that lived in the run-down homes made of shacks with rotting wood. It had taken one low jab for the pudgy man's blood to spill, crimson on carpet, blades through flesh. Jabber's doing. Now the town stood without a mayor, and you without your promised reward from Zodyl, only blooming bruises of red and unsightly purple beneath thin clothing to speak of your failure.
"You absolute waste of space!" Your hand tightened around his throat, fingers flying across skin until you found a familiar thump thump thump, and pressed down onto his trachea, delighting silently in the wheeze of air escaping his lungs, you could hear so distinctly with his lips at your ear.
The metal of his Mankira rings dug into your hips, kneading the soft give of your flesh with a delight that was undeniable from the seat of his pants, where a bulge steadily grew from the promise of violence. Voice watery from the blood rushing from his brain, Jabber crooned as he lowered himself down closer to where you lay on the bed, leveling his face with your pelvis, "Gimme more, mama, I'm gonna tear through my pants at this rate." Revulsion, and then anger, tore through you. Red hot, violent vexation that dragged itself up your spine and clogged your throat. "You gravy-sweating motherfucker, I should rip your throat out and leave you voiceless for all your moaning!" The bruises on his throat bled tan skin a feverish red when you released him.
The small room within the depths of the Raiders' underground base smelled of ever-present blood that had made its home in the cracks of the stone floors, and the musk of need that loomed over you both. Your pants, artfully splattered with oil stains and the recent blood of the town's mayor, were slewn out somewhere on that floor, a discarded heap of clothing that represented both your dignity and self-preservation.
Long, ringed fingers trailing down to the hem of your underwear, Jabber looked up toward you with a dopey grin, one that turned upwards just a bit more when the fat of your thighs pressed against his ears on either side of his head, the pressure making his vision all fuzzy.
"Do something useful with that stupid mouth for once."
The demand guided his tongue flat against the flimsy fabric of your underwear covering your clit, dampening the cloth with each long lick. It was a taunt, a game he would never win, but he played anyway so he could enjoy his loss. When the cotton dragged down your thighs and the chill of the room meant sensitive skin, a shiver tore through his body, visceral in its wake as he stared at your exposed cunt like a drooling dog. A want so violent that when his mouth finally met your cunt, smushing against it like he wasn't to be as close as physically possible, you jolted. It was just once, a flinch from the heat of his lips, the dizziness of pleasure. Just once before your calves locked around the back of his head, forcing his tongue deeper, trapping him between your legs, a merciless strength that had stars of black dancing in his vision.
"Damn you…" You seethed.
Fingers fisted in the sheets on either side of your head, you let your hips grind against his face, eyes half lidded and hateful as you watched as your arousal glossed his swollen lips and drenched his chin. Each nudge of his nose against the sensitive hood of your clit had flashes of bliss shooting up from your toes to the roots of your hair. Ruthless, that was a word to describe Jabber. Ruthless in the calculated, deliberate curl of his tongue, the barbell embedded through the tip of it forcing your walls to gush and squeeze around nothing just. For. Him.
And still— “You won't shut up? Will you?!" Voice a pitch lighter, you pushed out the words with a throaty moan that filled the man with something needy, his hips gyrating against the scratchy sheets, each rut dampening the front of his briefs as he cooed against the warmth of your cunt. "S'sweet, so goddamn sweet." But he wasn't talking to you; he was talking to your pussy.
"Look at her, gushing like a fountain, and f'me? You shouldn't have, honeybun." He slurs, planting a balmy kiss on the inside of one thigh. If it had been anyone else, maybe you would've been embarrassed, but him? It only filled you with a want for more. To destroy that composure, to make him break.
The metal of the bedframe groaned with the movement of two bodies as you shifted positions, and Jabber obediently followed. Now, his back was pressed into the mattress, and you were on top. The material of his pants scraped addictingly against the back of your thighs as you sat yourself onto his lap, a hand drifting down between your heaving bodies to shove away useless fabric and yank the waistband down just enough that his cock slapped against his stomach, the tip glistening under the finicky light fixtures of the bedroom, arousal smearing against the curves of his abdomen.
Delighted, Jabber tossed his head back onto the pillow, locs splaying out around his head, a low, drawn-out moan falling from his lips as you dragged one nail up the thick vein on the side of his dick, the sharpness scratching deliciously against delicate skin. "Juuuus' like that, jus' like that.." His eyes were alight as he stared at the way his dick twitched and throbbed in your palm as you stroked it once, twice, before guiding it between your thighs, letting it rest heavy against your cunt. Every dull jerk his cock gave filled his gut with a pleasure so heavy he just had to laugh.
"I hate you so much." You whispered it like a vow and a promise, one he could catalogue as a way to keep you around just to hear you say it because it wasn't love, it wasn't something said between sighs of affection or soft confessions, it was hatred, a disdain that burned and made it all worth it.
The length of Jabber's cock rubs back and forth against your sex as you slowly start to rock your hips in lazy, drawn-out shapes. The wet noises of his tip catching at your entrance...juuust to slip back out again, and the catch of air you tried to hide was music to Jabber's ears. "You tryna tease me, girl— mmh!" The combination of you suddenly shoving a pillow into his face with wholehearted intentions of suffocating him, and the way your pussy practically swallowed him whole in one roll of your hips, had a cry so unashamed shuddering through him that the rest of the team was sure to hear.
But for once, you didn't think about how annoying it was or the cackles that still reached you from beneath the pillow over his face. Your body was abuzz with something new, something raw and addictive. Every inch, every noticeable vein tracing up his cock, you felt it, up to how his tip smooched your cervix like it had done it dozens of times before. The burn of the stretch was nothing compared to how right it felt to use, to take without shame.
Jabber's hands clawed at your wrists, blunt nails brushing skin, engulfing them easily in a way you tried to ignore, not to push away, but to encourage, forcing you to press the thick cotton of the pillow harder against his face, making air scarce. Each breath, each low, raspy whine he let out suffocated him, hias dick jumped needily inside you. He was loving this.
"Your shame knows no bounds." The disgust is clear, but so is your crumbling resolve; each shifty figure eight his hips made renewed the arousal crawling up your back, clinging to you like a parasite you suddenly wanted to welcome. Discarding the smushed pillow to the side where it fell to the floor near your pants, you brace both hands on his chest, ignoring the way his top clings to sweat-slick skin as you lift up your hips till only the head is inside, faces an inch apart, breath mingling in a way that's...too intimate, and drop back down. "Fuck!" Jabber gasps, his pupils dilating into saucers, the magenta of his irises almost extinguished by the black.
Your throat burns with the moan that spills free, half pleasure, half ache, it's so much; the unsteady rhythm of his hips pushing upwards to meet your downwards motions, how with each thrust your walls suction around him like your cunt's trying to cut off his dick's circulation. With a particular buck of his hips, his tip bumps lewdly against the sweet spot inside you that lights up the sparks of pleasure like a chain reaction, steady gasps and breathless noises no longer held back, but loud.
"That the spot, baby?" He giggles and plants his feet on the bed, positioning himself just right to slam upwards. The force sends you forward across his chest, tears of bliss blurring your vision as he abuses that gummy spot just right, over and over and over until you're gushing and he's just laughing as he rocks his hips to guide you through the electric high.
Infuriating.
It's the cadence in his tone, like he knows he's undone you. "I'm not done with you, you piece of shit." The promise lingers in the air as you force yourself up, shoulders straightening as you stare down at him. His eyes are wide and glossed over with a heat he only gets when he's half dead and pumped full of toxins.
A grunt of surprise precedes the wild look on his face when your hand finds his jaw, the hold so tight his lips push out in a pout and he's sure you could crush his skull. His cock gives a lazy twitch inside you at the thought. Then your other hand is moving to join the first, and it's impossible to describe the look on his face when two of your fingers push past parted lips, until he's choking on the feeling of the pads of your fingertips dancing across his tongue, the taste of gun polish and chemicals lingering on them.
"Suck."
The word, one simple word, short-circuits the man, his eyes rolling back so far that all you can see is the pearly white of his sclera as his hips give a violent jerk up into your dripping cunt. The whimper that follows it sets your skin ablaze with something akin to satisfaction as you feel beads of precum paint your insides, a creamy white ring forming on the base of his cock, sticky and loud as you begin to move.
His tongue laves over your two fingers, urging them deeper into his mouth as you start moving again, the flashes of pleasure overshadowed by the way his body shakes and his back curves into a pornographic arch as he finally breaks, cum painting the inside of your cunt. "fu...fuck. FUCK— 's se-sensitive, dolly, don't stop— hurts so good." Tears roll down his smooth skin when you truly don't stop moving, and for the first time that night, you feel like you've gotten your reward, even if it's in salty tears.
His hands reach for your waist, itching to feel, to push up thin fabric and grab at the warm skin, yet they find nothing when you smack them away, choosing to pin them above his head instead, keeping the man restrained as you use him, deaf to his moans and whines, treating him like a toy. Nothing's ever turned him on more.
You moan like nobody can hear you, sweet and perfect and something Jabber could totally get used to if you let him. "Baby, you tryna torture me?" Desperate and at your mercy, he eyes your tits hidden beneath a tight black shirt you hadn't bothered to take off, they're right. There. And he can't even reach them. This must be torture. He wants to be all over you like he doesn't know how to not touch you, and he can't? You're so good.
The stiff ridges of his veins slide so perfectly against the walls of your sappy pussy, it's pleasure and agony so similar for Jabber that he's not sure where one starts and the other begins. The cum makes everything so slippery, the friction's 10x better than before if thats even possible, and the expression on your face?
The hatred in your eyes, like you'd kill him if he didn't serve any use to you? Perfect, everything about it, the pinch of your brows, the line of your lips when you roll your hips just right, god it's just you, you're perfect, The thought has him cumming hard for the second time that night, harder than the last, harder than anything he's ever experienced in his fucking life, so hard his vision goes white and he's sure sex with you is better than heaven, cuz what could beat this?
"You— you have'ta be a sex goddess or sum, man..." He mumbles, unintelligible as his head lolls to the side, resting on the tear-damp pillow beneath him, his eyes fluttering closed, his cock still twitching in you, keeping all the cum inside.
"You’re so pathetic." The insult is more quiet exasperation than anger. You’re glad he’s too dazed to hear it.
omg i genuinely would give up my left kidney for you to write dirty talker jabber
18+, smut, fem reader, dirty talk, cunnilingus, established situationship, fingering, pain kink
“back so soon?”
you knew better than to take this route home. behind you, jabber seems to materialize from the dense fog, stepping out from the shadows with a shit-eating grin.
he look brighter, somehow. like the little rendezvous you’d had in his apartment last week had somehow revitalized his body. the marks you’d sucked onto his throat have faded beautifully since the last time you’ve seen him.
the marks he’d left on you feel nearly permanent in comparison. deep, purple splotches creep up your thighs and across your chest like vines. jabber always made sure they’d stick. you liked that about him.
he steps forward, no doubt chuckling at the expression on your face.
“what, couldn’t get enough of me?” the way he looks at you, eyes low and lustful, conjures up images in your mind you’d rather not address right now.
“i’m not here for you.”
partly true. you’d already gathered the info you were sent to the city for. but what you did between now and your return to HQ? that truly wasn’t anybody’s business but your own.
jabber fiddles with the hem of your jacket absentmindedly. like he’s considering his words carefully.
“y’know…” he whispers, a smile creeping up on his features faster than you can register.
“been thinking about that thing you did with your tongue last time. remember that?”
you blush, nodding. of course you did. that “thing” had earned you a noise from jabber’s chest loud enough to wake the entire city.
he never was one to stay quiet. not now, and especially not in the bedroom.
“i was thinking it’s about time i pay you back for that.” he purrs, “unless, y’know, you’re too busy for me.”
“i’m not busy.”
again, partly true. the response comes a little faster that you’d like, leaving your mouth the moment the last syllable leaves his lips.
something in your tone must send fire to his belly, because you’re being pulled through an alleyway and up a flight of stairs before you can blink.
you’d traced this path nearly a hundred times, trailing behind him, hands interlaced like two lovers sneaking behind their parents’ backs.
now that you think about it, you don’t quite know what you are to jabber, or what he is to you. not that you have time to mull it over with how quickly your bodies hit the mattress, lips fused together in a dance you know all too well.
you’re a mess of writhing limbs, grabbing hold of anything you can while licks into your mout., he pulls back, only for a moment, looking down at you with something close to amusement.
“you taste so good when i haven’t seen you in a while.” the admission almost sounds romantic, but the look in his eyes as jabber guides your hand to his nape is anything but.
you give him exactly what he wants. purple irises blow wide with lust the moment your hand fastens itself at the base of his skull, pulling on the delicate strands there.
“you can give me more.” he’s not asking. “you know i’m not fragile baby, c’mon.”
you go for his neck this time, fastening your lips to that hammering pulse point right under his jaw, and jabber nearly cums in his pants.
“there we go—oh fuck— do whatever you want to me.” the proposition doesn’t sound half bad.
jabber’s heart beats wildly underneath your tongue, blood thrumming through his veins as a purple bruise blooms where your bodies connect.
your pants are the first to go, shucked off and onto the floor by one strong hand while the other pushes his pants down just enough to free his cock.
he was hard, painfully so. probably had been since the moment he caught you in that alley. you reach forward to wrap your hand around him, flinching back when he swats your hand out of the way.
“told you i was paying you back, hm?” right, tonight was all about you.
jabber goes down on you for what feels like an eternity, coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of you with his tongue and fingers. somewhere between your second and third high you realize he's been rutting against the mattress the whole time, dribbling pre onto the sheets like there's no tomorrow.
you gain your wits back at some point and fasten your fingers by the crown of his head, squeezing until his hips stutter against the bed. that drives jabber crazy. you can feel it in the way mumbles praises directly into your heat, losing himself in the taste of you.
"pretty fucking girl, y'know that? would keep you here if I could."
"nobody fucks me like you, baby. nobody makes me hurt like you." those words send you right over the edge, and for a moment, you imagine a world where you never leave his bed.
if you asked jabber what he would do in a hypothetical scenario if you were cheating on him he’d without question say,
“oh i’d kill ‘em.”
the immediate answer makes you blink as you look at jabber laying his head on your lap.
“uh huh?” you say it questionably, but it’s more so you wanting clarification.
“oh i’d totally kill that man baby. If i had my claws on me i’d fuckin’ slash that guy right then and there.”, he hummed for a moment, “or just with any tool really. Don’t even need the right tool as long as you have the imagination.” he looked up at you with a wide grin.
for a moment your speechless as always with the things your boyfriend says and he giggles at your shock.
“but i know that’d never happen eh? You love me and i love you.”
jabber acting like a clingy puppy with you [head cannon-ist]
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you hate being around your boyfriend sometimes. because when you were together, he always found the need to follow you around like a puppy. literally. a dog.
you could be in the bathroom, minding your business, taking a dump, maybe. and jabber would stay outside the door waiting on you like he couldn’t go anywhere without you, “you done in there, baby?” he’d ask you, his ear against the door. and once you finally came out, he’d complain like he’d been holding a grudge, “what took you so long?”
jabber would stare at your food like he was abandoned for days on end without anything to eat. the moment you ordered something he claimed he didn’t want, he’d plop down beside you on the couch and just stare. drool pooled at the corners of his lips, a drop slipping down his chin.
rolling your eyes, you’d spoon-feed him a couple of bites, and next thing you know, half of your plate would disappear. all while he sat there, pupils wide, drumming his hands on the couch, chewing like this was the best thing he’d ever had.
he’s constantly trying to get your attention. he’d bring you a new ring he’d found at a store or buy you some random trinkets he'd seen while thrifting. he’d drop it in your lap and stare at you, crossing his arms, rocking on his feet, flashing his canines at you, as if he was waiting for a treat, knowing you’d love whatever it was he picked out for you. “whadd’ya think?” he asks, already smiling. “found it at that one store over there on uh...y’know that one street.”
sleeping in bed, jabber would crawl all over you, clinging so close that it got unbearably hot as you tried to sleep. he’d lay against your boobs or stomach like they were his favorite pillows, pawing at the fabric that separated him from them. pushing his head, you’d snap at him, “move, jabber. i have to get up early in the morning.” he’d make a sound, similar to a whine like you betrayed him but later, sink lower under the blankets. after a few seconds, you’d feel cold air where it shouldn’t be, his mouth following—pleased with the high-pitched sounds that slipped from your lips.
jabber would love for you to mark each other. he was serious about it. like, it was your little pact to everyone else that you belonged to him, and he belonged to you. he’d stare at the mark on his neck in the mirror in the morning, dragging his painted black nails over it. “what?” you’d grumble, rubbing at your eyes. and he’d grab you by the neck and tilt your head back while looking in the mirror at yours. “yours ain’t dark enough.” he’d pout, his eyebrows furrowing as he brought his lips down to your neck.
Can we have a how the gachiakuta men cocks look like? JABBER included pls
wow i love your username 🥰 i need to start locking in on my requests omds sorry yallllllll
𝒢𑄺 — Gachiakuta cock headcanons
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ᨳ᭬ ຶ ft. Jabber, Enjin, Tamsy
JABBER
ᯓ his shit swings like a grandfather clock holy moly.
ᯓ THICK AND LONG maybe like 7ish inches, and a few thick veins along it. Obviously since he is big he preps you nice and good unless your a masochist then he’ll just slam it all in 😌
ᯓ keeps the hair, which is lowkey like a bit of a jungle— but WE are not afraid to explore it aaa. anywayssss, its curly and dark, same shade as his hair.
ᯓ big ballzzz. whenever he fucks you they are always slapping your ass just right— and when you give him head? they are sure to be pressed right up against your chin as he holds your head down.
ᯓ his cum is more on the watery side, and is quite salty. Not to mention when he busts there is ALOT of it, like a crazy amount— definitely whimpers when he cums too, mhm yeahhhh.
ENJIN
ᯓ daddy Enjins dick isn’t as thick, but its super long omg. not as long as Jabbers but it stands at a good 6.5 inches, he knows he’s packing and he is so cocky about it.
ᯓ a shower too, purposely wears sweatpants just so you can see the print and would randomly pull you back against him so you can feel it. Probably also has a piercing and/or a little tattoo on it too.
ᯓ also isn’t much of a shaver, maybe occasionally but overall he trims the hair and keeps it surprisingly well kept.
ᯓ his cum is a milky white and is also a little salty, but not unpleasant. LOVES marking you with it, particularly on your chest after he has fucked the life out of you.
TAMSY
ᯓ his cock is so so pretty and just perfect. its not too big not too small, a little pale, and he for sure knows how to use it.
ᯓ either shaves or waxes on the regular, as he likes to keep the area super pristine and clean. Like Enjin, he also may have a piercing on it too, and uses it to his advantage to have you moaning and crying under him.
ᯓ his cum is also on the more watery side but is a little more clear. Tastes super good to considering his good hygiene practices and is the perfect mix of slightly sweet with a little salty aftertaste.
ᯓ adding onto my first point, he is a pro when it comes down to using it, he mentally notes down the things he does with his dick that makes you tick, and it hits those perfect spots with every thrust. 🤤
Enjin loves a good challenge, so when you tell him to put just the tip in cause you've run out of condoms and the pill, he decides it's time to put his pull out game to the test.
He has you in doggy running his hands all over your hips and back after making you cum on his fingers and tongue he finally decides to give you the main course.
He slowly slides in and realizes this is far more than he bargained for when he felt the suckle of your pussy lips against his head "f-fuckk you tryna kill me "he groans as he tries to keep his composure he is fucking Enjin for god's sake not some 2 pump chump no pussy is putting him under, but the clear signs of condensation on his brows and the pinched expression on his face, along with his hands tightening their grip on your hips.
You're still adjusting to his cock slowly entering, just for his grip on your hips to tighten and suddenly he thrusts in fully to the hilt "Enjin what the fuck " you scream reaching behind you to push against his hip.
"Just fuck- wait i need this " grabbing both your hands behind your back so he can easily thrust into you without any issue, his thrusts are fast and erratic with his shaft drilling into your cervix at a punishing pace.
Your mind goes completely blank─ mind turning into mush as he uses his free hand to circle your clit over and over sending straight into your orgasm ─ clenching around him and squeezing the cum right out of him "s─shit ngh" he groans landing a slap to your ass and digs his fingers in as he cums deep in you.
"Fuck that definitely took" staring into your abused cunt that's leaking into the sheets.
𝑮𝑹𝑰𝑺 𝑹𝑼𝑩𝑰𝑶𝑵
Gris has you on all fours on his lap his hand leaving smacks on your ass "going around teasing me all day, bending over so your ass rubs against me and thinking I wouldn't do anything" he smacks you again "if you were that desperate you should've just asked now you're getting punished" your butt is throbbing from his smacks but honestly it's not the only thing throbbing as your pussy leaves a wet spot right on your panties.
"g-gris I'm sorryyyy~" "are you really cause looking at your messy cunt leaking all over my thigh I don't think you're" he pushes your panties to the side and sticks 2 fingers deep inside a nasty squelch follows just to prove his point.
He keeps fingering your pussy at a rough pace curling it just right to rub against your sweet spot and occasionally smacking your pussy lips " I'm gonna c-cumm" suddenly he pulls his fingers out of you and rips your orgasm completely from you and guides you to sit on his lap.
"Now listen you don't cum unless its on my dick and we're gonna play a little game" he pulls out his cock tapping it against your tummy "you see this? you will cum with whatever you can fit of me in you since you were so desperate I'm sure you can take it all right?" He smiles
You stare at his cock that's throbbing against your tummy and slowly lift yourself to try and fit him in you're not some You stare at his cock that's throbbing against your tummy and slowly lift yourself to try and fit him in you can take him you think lining him up and slowly fitting his shaft in but you can't get more than his tip in "here I thought you were desperate for it" pulling out of you just to push only the tip back in he keeps a steady pace fucking up into you but never going passed the tip leaving you on the edge and any time you tries to push more in he spanks your ass.
"S not enough need more" you plead with tears in your eyes and leaving marks on his shoulders "fine" he whispers and fully fills you up with his cock all the way to hilth holding it there and letting you feel his entire girth in you all at once , he has you screaming and shaking in his hands- a hot flash goes through your body then you're gushing all over him and soaking the bed beneath you both
𝑭𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑶 𝑻𝑼𝑵𝑰𝑻𝑶
You and follo have been best friends for a while and you would be lying of you said you didn't want to explore something with him so when you're both having a little movie night with a movie that had one too many sex scenes one thing may have to another with you both sitting on the couch staring at each other as you both got off
Maybe you brought it up maybe he did who knows all you know is that you're now staring at your best friend movie completely forgot about as you rub circles on your clit and rub your nipples through your T-shirt and he strokes his cock right against your cunt.
"A-aghh this is hot y-you look so good" he says as he inches closer the hand stroking his length bumping against the finger on your clit "f-follo ahh 'ts not enoughhh" yousay in a pout looking up at him with doe like eyes pleading with his to just fill you up even just a little bit "you know we can't were s-shit friends" he says like stroking his cock against your pussy is something he does with all his "friends".
"Just the tip okay it's not sex if it's just the tip come on pleaseeee" pleading as you pull him into you and rub against his shaft just rubbing against it and slowly sliding the head in, you both let out a long sigh. Follo goes a head to push in slightly and pull out quickly so he doesn't go more than the head.
His pace is practiced and measured like he's trying his hardest to hold back his breath is ragged. everv time he oushed in he wouldrub on your bud like he's trying his best to please you "you feel so good feels like ahhh- a dream" "g-gonna cum" you whisper into his ear as his pace picks up like he's also chasing his own orgasm.
Right when you cum he pulls out and replaces his length with his fingers and strokes himself right on your stomach spilling all over you.
𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑯𝑨 𝑪𝑶𝑹𝑽𝑼𝑺
Corvus is a big man in every sense of the word, he is tall and broad no matter where you look and he's very much aware of this, so when he decided to finally have sex with you he worried about how you were gonna take him all being the gentle giant he is he swore to himself to only give you the tip and let you get used to that overtime, he's not some beast.
You on the other hand has spent months pinning over corvus and you're not about to get some cookie cutter experience with the absolute monster in his pants, you want ─ no need to be stuffed with every single inches.
Slowly taking off your clothes while chrovus watches from the bed resting against the head in absolute awe of you "damn ma you look so perfect" he whispers into the air like he's too afraid to speak loudly and break whatever spell you have on him.
After taking off your clothes you carefully crawl up to him in only your underwear leaving the main course just for him, finally settling on the apex of his legs grinding hard on the tent between his legs.
"Fuck it's so big babe, feels so gooood" grinding back and forth on him as he slowly undoes your bra─ leaning down and licking and sucking on your nipples and tweaking the other in his hands and fuck the size of his hands is absolutely frying your brain and has you soaking through your panties.
"Come on Corvus, give it to me please" you whisper into his ear picking up the pace of your grinding. "Since you want it so bad, darling" he finally lifts you up and frees his cock and oh God you nearly cum on the spot.
It springs up and smacks his belly button, leaking globs of pre cum and covered in veins, thick─ like 2 hands are not enough thick and throbbing. "I know it looks like a lot so we can take it little be little ma no need to get ahead of yourself" he says looking in straight into your eyes that are blown wide.
Slowly he slips the head in and a whine breaks out of you completely fogging your mind and then he pulls out and feeds it back to you again little by little but never ever going past the head "shit babe your pussy is so tight fuckk" "p─please I need it c─orvus I can take I promiseeee"
He makes a sound like he's fighting for his life to not stuff you full "I'm trying so hard to hold back don─ AGHH" the sound he makes is deep from his chest rattling his whole body as you sink down to the hilt ─ you're whole body is shuddering as you ride his length with tears running down your face and your mouth stuck in an "O" as his cock pushes against all your weak spots making dots appear in your vision.
"Mmmmm s'good" you moan against his shoulder as corvus slams into you after lifting your hips "I'm out here tryna make you get used to me and all your cock hungry brain can think about is dick. dick and more dick" punctuating every word with a hard thrust has drool spilling out of your mouth "are you even listening s─shit or are you already cock drunk ma" all he gets is a high pitched whine as you gush around him, your orgasm completely blind siding you as you twitching and shudder all over him digging your fingers into his back.
Suddenly you're on your back and his cock pushed back in you "did you think we were done, I haven't even come yet you wanted the full thing right ma? "
𝑻𝑨𝑴𝑺𝒀 𝑪𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑬𝑺
Tamsy loved teasing you he has had you ties up with a vibrator stuck to your clit and his hands twisting and turning your nipples. His threads are intricately wrapped around your body leaving marks all over them.
He has you completely under his control but anytime you're on the verge of cumming he takes away the vibe so when he finally gives you his cock you are basically drooling from all the ruined orgasms and the minute he placed his cock at your entrance you nearly came.
Then he leaves it there teasing around the entrance but never going in just egging you on over and over "T-tamsy please" you plead whilst bucking your hips, a slap to your clit has tears spilling from your eyes "beg like you really want it" he says tapping his cock against your pussy as he looks at you with his glass like eyes "please tamsy I'll go anything even if its just the tip anything at all" tears streaming down your face and a pout on your lips he finally eases his tip in but only the tip pushing in and out of you teasing around the entrance giving what you want but not what you need, and with tamsy's threads holding you perfectly in place you can't even move out of his grip.
his pace is slow and methodical easing the tip in and angling it up just to rub enough to have your mind going hazy"gave you what you wanted whore, so you better enjoy it", he has you basically focusing your entire body on the light scrapes he gives you and with his fingers still playing with your nipples and his eyes looking down at you with a clear mocking expression all this with the painful pleasure his threads give you has you cumming all over him, the high creeping unto you in a hot flash as you buck into him and thrash against the restraints.
𝑱𝑨𝑩𝑩𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑶𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑹
Jabber loves a good tease he absolutely getting teased and played around with the high of getting denied what he wants so desperately always gets him riled up to no degree. So when you suggests a game where you tease his cock by allowing him to only fit the tip and whoever cums first has to do what ever the other suggests he honestly doesn't care about the prize he would do whatever you tell him to do even if its you fucking him with a strap fuck now he's hoping he wins so he can suggest that.
You're so excited to do this with jabber cos you already rigged it from the start by giving him aphrodisiac chocolates without his knowledge, cause no matter what you need to try out your strap on him so what's a little higher odds.
Finally on your back completely bare with jabber looking down at you "come on jabber or are you scared? " you say reaching between you both to stroke him running your fingers on the tip spreading the pre spilling from it and slowly guiding him in "so desperate and I'm not even in" he says breathily as the chocolates are slowly taking effect his cock slips in and he nearly cums on the spot cause why is it so hot but no he needs to win but fuck he feels so horny even more than usual and that's saying something.
"Hahh f-fuck am I crazy or is it hahh hot" "what are you already close huhh jabber, that's too easy" you smile knowing you're gonna win this without any issues, just for jabber to pull out a vibe from the bed drawer and place it right on your clit "aghh W-waitt no fairrrr~" you say writhing on his cock as he slowly thrusts the tip back and forth in you "awww close already, that's too easy" he smirks spitting your taunts back at you.
Jabber knew about the aphrodisiac all along he deals with drugs, toxins and poisons of course he knew you tried to get the upper hand on him. You're shuddering and scratching against jabber's hand that's holding the vibrator whining about how it's not fair and how he's a cheater just for him to turn up the vibe " hughh ─s'too much stooopp" jabber's vision is clouding as he fucks into you fuck he needs his entire cock wrapped around you he just need to hold out a little bit knowing you'll cum any minute now.
"Just cum already you know you need it just do as I say s-shit it'll feel so good" his little taunts has you getting right over the edge but you aren't going down alone lifting your hips to have him sink all the way down to the hilt and spew his seed deep in you and you convulse all over him.
"Tie? " he says are he lays beside "tie" you reply "so I can't ask you to fuck me with a strap damn" that has you sitting up immediately "wait you wanted me to fuck you with a strap on as your prize" "yea but I guess that's not happening" "shut up I already bought the strap I wanted to do that as my prize"
"Fuck I love you" he whispers smiling goofily
Finally posted after tumblr deleted and refused to save my drafts for hours and I had to retag 5 times ಥ_ಥ
he primarily calls you baby in a plethora of tones, ranging from a whiny voice to an attractive ‘oh shit, i’m doomed’ tone. sometimes he’ll dabble in calling you princess or gorgeous in certain situations or when he wants to switch it up a little.
imagine he’s got you pinned up against the wall, a hand trapping both your wrists hanging above your head. leaning down to meet your gaze, theres a mischievous grin on his face. “look at you, baby. so gorgeous.” he hummed, using his free hand to fumble with the zipper of your uniform. “well then, let’s head out.”
zanka
at first he’s definitely shy about calling you pet names, especially in front of others. he isn’t embarrassed about it, don’t get me wrong. he’s just nervous — however gradually he’d get used to it and realize that love is something everyone experiences, so he shouldn’t be embarrassed.
primarily he’d call you love, but switches to saying sweetheart or darling depending on the conversation / occasion ..
imagine laying in bed together, you’re giggling stories and recounting memories aloud to zanka, while he listens quietly with a soft smile, acknowledging your words with a ‘mmmh’ and ‘yeah?’ mid sentence, he nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck, and begins murmuring quietly. “.. yer life is so much more entertainin’ than mine,” he paused mid sentence, placing a kiss against your skin. “how d’ya even handle it, huh, love?”
tamsy
angel, dear, honey .. endearing nicknames in a soft spoken tone, a sickeningly sweet smile on his face.
“angel,” he coo’s, rubbing circles against the palm of your hand. his touch is gentle, and his head tilts, eyes softening in your direction. “are you hungry? shall we grab something to eat? hmmm, dear?”
semiu
my girl, darling .. if she’s coddling or pampering you, she’ll call you baby
imagine she finds you in your room slouched against your desk, eyes barely open as you read through your papers. she closes the door quietly behind her, sliding her hands around your upper waist. “there’s my girl,” she’d hum, twirling a strand of your hair within her fingers. “seem’s like we both had a long day today.”
jabber
calls you dollface or pretty girl — he’s absolutely addicted to the way you look, every little detail about you has him hooked and he makes that known.
imagine training with him — he pins you down with the biggest grin, mankiras claws inches from your face but he pulls away, humming in a sing song tone. “relaaaax. wouldn’t wanna mess up my pretty girls face, now would i?”
he didn't need to be tied up. no handcuffs, no ropes, no locks—nothing. jabber had no reason to be, not when you had eyes that glared at him coldly, telling him to shut the fuck up the moment he opened his mouth to speak.
his favorite thing about you is that he didn't even have to try. he thought if he wanted your attention, acting up would be the fastest way to get you to treat him like trash. but he quickly realized that you didn't play games like that, preferring obedient pups that obeyed every order that came out of your mouth.
which is why he now kneeled in front of you with your hand gripping his jaw, turning his head left and right as you pleased after you slapped him twice for cumming before you told him he could. it’s not like he meant to, he truly tries to do everything you ask of him!
but in truth, it was your fault! just like you asked, he opened his mouth wide, letting his tongue lol out before your spit landed in the back of his throat. he groaned as he swallowed, his eyes rolling backward as his orgasm took him to cloud nine before he could even process what had just happened.
unfortunately, his mistake soiled the bottom of your pants, right before you had business to attend to, and he wasn't even saying sorry, trying to stop himself from grinning stupidly at the pleasure.
“what am i supposed to do now? i can’t go to my meeting like this.”
“fuck your meeting.”
slap.
not even a hint of resistance. his hands were still obediently placed behind his back, his cock twitching boldly with excitement from the crotch opening of his pants.
you sighed. he was hopeless. his were cheeks red from the impact of your slaps, and yet his dick ached for more.
Tags : attempt at humor, crack, downbadness, flirting, the overt and subtle kind, sfw (wow shocking), no established rls, reader is denser than a harem isekai protag, fluff, not proof read, no use of y/n
Wc : 1419
• Tamsy Caines
Tamsy’s way of loving was always subtle, hidden in plain sight and under wary eyes.
It was sort of obvious that his type of “flirting” wouldn't be noticeable but he didn't expect it to completely fly over your head.
“I didn't know Tamsy was the type to stay and check over his fellow members when they get injuries in missions.” You say in passing conversation, and he just so happens to overhear.
And he could feel his heart dropping all the way to his stomach.
Because what part of taking care of someone and sleeping against the wall nearly standing up just to see them recover is something he does for…fun? For sport? Why would he even do that for anyone for that matter?
Goes back to his room a little heavy hearted—half contemplating to start believing in the sphereites above just to give him strength or to just let the sphere itself take the wheel from his hands.
“Am I not doing things that could be considered courting…?” He groans, slapping his cheeks with his palms lightly. No, it has to be a problem of your understanding. There's no way that it could possibly be a fault of his.
• Enjin
Enjin plays into it, hard. Always the one messing around and bickering—flirting—with you. But even he has his limits.
“Y’know if you keep acting dumb like that I might just have to get on my knees for ya.”
You scoff, not quite grasping the full extent of his message. “I'm not stupid, Enjin.” He was about to retort with a quick ‘oh yeah?’ when you suddenly added. “I knew that trash beast was stronger than usual since there was a storm hurling.”
Enjin was too stunned to speak. By ‘acting dumb’ you thought he meant ‘doing dumb actions’ which translates to ‘being reckless’ ...yeah something like that.
The worst part is you looked genuinely proud of yourself. You've always been known for being able to assess the situation and adjust accordingly. Just…maybe not to every situation. Especially now.
• Zanka Nijiku
Zanka has always been bad at keeping things subtle and even more so about his feelings.
You'll compliment him about something and he'd brush it off with a shrug, “it's to be expected of us cleaners” But when you turn around, he pumps his closed fist in the air with a blushing proud face.
For someone so bad at being on the low, he sure does try to keep things professional. He wants you to be the best version of yourself, so at times he'll push you to break past your limits and become stronger. But that doesn't mean he won't offer a hand to help you up when you're beaten into the ground after a sparring session.
“Thanks Zanka.” You take a sip of the water he gave you after wiping the sweat from your brows. “You're always looking out for me.”
“Can't have ya dying on me mid—”
“You're such a great friend.”
…Are you kidding me?
• Riyo Reaper
Constantly finds ways to flirt with you all the time. During missions, cleanups, running errands around HQ. You name it, she's most certainly already there trying to take up your time and space.
“Hey there pretty.” Is something you'd always hear the moment you enter any room. It's almost like she was camping and waiting for the opportunity.
She seemed pretty comfortable with your relationship since she assumed you were already aware of her feelings.
So imagine her—as well as your—suprise when you stare at her blankly, mouth hung agape when she drops the bombshell on you casually mind convo.
“Oh c’mon, almost everyone knows.” Everyone but you apparently. “Wait, are you…actually surprised?” She won't let you live this down.
• Gris Rubion
A believer of slow and steady wins the race. If this was a novel it'd be a slow burn. But the thing is you're not even aware there's a burn going on.
Has tried—and failed— to make it obvious to you how he truly feels. A kiss on the back of the hand, eye contact that lingers for too long, handshakes that are a little too tight and are dangerously close to being a hand hold.
Gris is patient for all that matters. But it's like cupid saw his patience and decided to make you just to test it.
“I could get used to you cooking for me everyday.” You hand him the empty lunch container. “Whoever you're marrying is so damn lucky.”
“Is that so?” He smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling while he just looks at you fondly. Hoping this image of a domestic life with you can one day become true.
Forget a slow burn, is the candle even lit yet?
• Follo Tunito
Bless his soul. He needs it.
Follo doesn't do over the top displays of affection for the people he loves. The most you'll get is a pat on the back while he tries to hide his burning cheeks as he gives words of encouragement to cheer you up when you're feeling down. It gets the job done.
Cheering you up—of course.
You notice how Follo isn't really as touchy with you as he is with other people, so logically he must have something against you—oh boy you couldn't be more wrong.
He notices how you start to slowly distance yourself from him, thinking that you're doing him a favor staying out of his way when you're actually just adding more to his internal turmoil.
His breaking point is when around the third day of this clipped back and forth, you cut off the conversation entirely and return to your room while the remnants of his reply is still dancing in the air around him.
“Did…I do something wrong…?”
• August Stilza
Doesn't even try to hide it. Sometimes he just wonders if you're purposefully ignoring his remarks and teases until he overhears you say “Oh yeah, August must be like that with everybody.”
Shocked? A little. Disheartened? Far from it. If anything it becomes sort of like fuel to him.
Tries to make it even more obvious how he has a thing for you. Always getting louder—if that was even possible—getting all up in your personal space and so on.
Casually brings up the fact that you'd look good in white, “Specifically a white dress! …A white dress where I'd be wearing a matching white outfit.” He grins. Then, shamelessly adds “Can I have your measurements for future reference?” Wink wink.
Don't be fooled, he already knows your measurements down to the T but he just wants a concrete reasoning as to why he even knows them to begin with.
Why does he have your sizes memorized like the lines on his palm, you may ask? Mind your damn business...
• Jabber Wonger
Jabber loves loudly, like he needs to chase your reactions in search for more reasons as to why he even likes you in the first place.
“Awhhh c’mon don't tell me you're gonna bail out on me again!” He whines, dramatically pouting whenever you inevitably have to leave.
All the little nicknames, teasing, and theatrics are just for jokes.
Right?
It's so easy for him to say “Nah, I'm just messing wit’ ya.” While he gives you a wide toothy grin before waving you goodbye. It used to be easy.
But day by day he's starting to realize that maybe he doesn't want it to be just mindless jokes he spouts at you for the love of the game. The real cherry on top to this whole debacle is when you confirm that, “Jabber’s just like that, I'm not special to him.” verbatim.
He gets annoyed but quickly regains composure—quick to show you his signature wide smirk that means he's up to no good.
Just make sure to watch your back because he's one bad day away from proposing to you and making it clear.
• Zodyl Typhon
Has quite the high view of himself. But one of these days he'll stop swallowing random garbage and learn to swallow his pride because you are making this whole thing way too difficult for him.
“You should prioritize your safety.” He reprimands you after a reckless attempt of trying to engage the cleaners. It wasn't your station and Cthoni had to exert more effort trying to find you with her manholes.
“I'm aware, but—”
“No buts.”
You're over here thinking he's just really protective of his employees but he’s gripping his already greying hairs thinking he's being way too obvious and almost lost his cool entirely.
Don't let his cold stoic demeanor and expression fool you, there's a reason as to why he looks rough for a 23 year old.
I was gonna put crush by tweens of pop (the chorus) but like idkkk
I also accidentally kept writing deuce instead of follo (I'm writing ts at night, sleep deprived and they're both awkward to me don't make me explain myself) cus I rlly wanted to write this prompt for twst and I felt like I was on my Katy perry "cause when I'm with him I am thinking of u" timing like ffs big dawg 😢😢😢
something something ranting your bsf jabber about the weird set of break ins you've had recently.
sure he's comforting you in his own way but he can't help how his cock twitches at the thought of you Finally catching onto his surprise visits
no cus he's LITERALLY LIKE THIS AS U START TO PUT THE PIECES TOGETHER IN FRONT OF HIM UUGH HES SO FUCKING WEIRDDDD
cw: stalking, breaking and entering, jabber being a fucking freak, dubcon(?), perverse behavior, idk jabber is ur bsf who is absolutely in love with you but instead of being normal, he likes breaking into ur house and jerking off in ur underwear, cumming in your food, watching you sleep, and drawing hearts on ur window and mirrors using his cum, but reader is also lowkey kinda weird cus they're lowkey into it even before they realize its him
you're literally there at the kitchen table, hands messing up your hair as you start to put the pieces together after weeks and weeks of this shit, on the brink of what feels like insanity.
"i just, i don't get it, jay, they aren't taking anything valuable, they aren't hurting me, they're just...being weird and perverted! i can't tell you how many times i've woken up with my underwear drawer opened and stuff thrown all over the place, and ugh, sometimes they jerk off in my shit and then just throw it on the pillow next to me!"
his leg starts to jump up and down, his head resting on his hand as he stares as you unblinkingly, nodding as he listens to you go on. "mmm, crazy shit, maybe they don' gotta steal anything that's expensive, maybe it's somethin' else they're after, babe."
with another groan, you wipe your hands down your face. "i just don't get it! they always know when i'm home, when i'm gone, everything, it's like they learned everything about me over several years! hell, they went into my kitchen and knew what my favorite fucking ice cream was, jay, but i was not eating that shit, who knows what they did to it!"
the movement of his leg is getting worse, his eyes getting wider as a manic grin breaks out on his face. you don't notice it as you try to think, your head still in your hands as you struggle to understand why someone would want to do this, torment you like this.
"that's teeeerrible" he says, drawing out the word as he tries his hardest not to break out into giggles. "this guy really must be crazy into you to spend all that time doin' shit like this, huh? breaking in, learning your schedule, going through your underwear like a pervert, drawing hearts with his cum on your mirrors, putting gifts around, ..."
you sigh, nodding in agreement. "literally, jabbs! i just don't under....stand...."
...you realize something.
and he knows you noticed, drool dripping down his chin as he trembles, his cock throbbing so fucking hard in his pants as it soaks his boxers with precum. he doesn't think he's ever been this fucking hard, this fucking close to cumming untouched, he just needs you to say it, to fucking confirm that you know.
"jay...i never said anything about the mirror."
you get to see it all happen, his eyes fluttering back before he's hunching over the table, strangled mix of a whimper, groan, and laugh escaping him after a pathetic little 'f-fuck, m' cumming' falls from his lips.
he's expecting you to look at him in disgust, in horror, something, and either way, he knows he'll still be twitching from you looking down at him. but if anything, you just look...shocked, surprised, and yeah, still kinda grossed out...but you aren't angry...?
"what the fuck is wrong with you, jay, that's so gross, on my mirrors?! uugh, you know how many times i had to clean that shit up? you could've at least did it on something else!"
"h-hahahaaa...i-i've never been more turned on in my life, i think my dick is gonna explode, so s-stop fuckin' talking...please."
"you're so fucking weird, dude. you could just be normal and ask, you know..freak..."
specifically, planted right in the middle, nose brushing against the fabric of your pants and adjusting to every little movement you make. all the while shaking his head at your protests for him to quit squirming.
in any moment he finds you sitting down, he crawls over to you already grinning with anticipation. sometimes you smile back, sometimes you roll your eyes, but always you welcome him in.
and it’s perfect that way! hearing you breathe out a “not again” when he’s coming your way makes it a hundred times better when his head ends up in your lap anyways. your space was his to share, as vice versa.
after a while he’ll turn and look up at you, admiring his view even as you reach down to cup his own face, fingers either circling his jaw or flicking at his features.
the look he gives you when you peer down is enough to make your heart flip. he’s so lost in the moment that his eyes express all types of devotion for you.
and if you have to go to the bathroom? he keeps you down as long as he can with his weight, giggling until you shove him off.
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