synopsis . Your boyfriend reaching the avatar state when he’s close. content . afab!reader, improper use of air bending, established relationship, dirty talk, missionary, pet names, he (nervously) talks you through it, praise, implied/slight breeding kink, etc.
author's note: i’d lick the sweat off his bald head if he let me.
You should’ve known something was up when the bedroom’s lanterns began to flicker.
But with the way Aang's hips snapped down against yours in such a relentlessly missionary rhythm—plump cock smothered deep within the juicily squelching walls of your pussy—it was hard to focus on anything else outside of the way he stretched you open.
HIs breaths came in searing pants against your neck, one gripping hand braced beside your head whilst his free one occupied itself with one of your thighs, tugging your leg impossibly higher around his waist just so that he could fuck you at that pinpointingly perfect angle.
"Ohhh, that's ittt, sweet girl. T-Taking me so well," Aang murmured as his eyes locked onto yours with shimmers of honest adoration visible all over them. "Keep squeezing me like that, mmgh. F-Feels good. So good." He thrusted even harder then, his breath flying out of him along with it as the wet slap of skin on skin emulated throughout the room.
His muscles tensed and his balls felt sorely heavy with each time they came plapping down against your sweat-slicked skin. The lanterns began to flicker again, brighter this time around as they cast shadows around the bedroom.
Then he leaned all the way down to smush his soft lips into yours, capturing your breath with in a messy kiss. His tongue came out to slide against yours as his firm body rocked into yours, the bed struggling to remain in place with his every move.
When his mouth left yours, he was dazed. This should've been the second signal for you. Especially as he let out a loud groan and went whispering, "Gonna breed this pretty cunt-," Instantly catching himself after and letting those soft grey eyes of his go all the more doe-like on you, "Shit... can I say that? I-Is that okay? Do you like it when I talk to you like tht?"
His hips picked up in pace, jaw going stiff as the balmy head of his cock smudged all sloppily against your cervix. Aang glanced down to see how he was disappearing into you, gasping at the obscene sight below him and then returning his eyes to yours.
"Tell me, baby. Please, talk to me. Tell me how you want me-, how you need me. I just wanna-, ohfuck—" Mid-sentence, his steady thrusts seem to derail and your cunt soaks around him to leave a sheeny layer of aroused slick all over his dick.
You're sucking him in deeper than he expected you to, and it catches him absolutely off guard. Which you notice rather quickly, batting your fucked-out eyes up at him, "Aang? Are you okay?"
"Yeah-, yes.. You just keep—" He hunches over against you—body going taut and lean muscles constricting against one another. "You keep squeezing me like that."
Begining to like seeing him struggle, "Squeezing like what?" you asked in sync with your walls clenching around the deft base of his cock.
Air puffs right out of him as if he'd been choked and his body shudders with something powerful coursing through him. You only catch it for a split second the first time it happens—a brief flash over both his markings and his eyes as his next array of groaning stammers out of him.
Following this is the flash of something wild in his eyes as they broaden, pupils dialating a fraction. Aang's head tips to the side and the plump crown of his cock slavers itself alllll around your insides, the puffy lips of your cunt left to quiver around him.
"You're so pretty-," Your loving boyfriend chuffs out, unknowingly thrusting into you harder via a burst of controlled air slapping against his backside. "H-Have I told you that? Hm?" He's asking as if he wasn't literally air bending himself into fucking you harder.
Your head just barely manages a nod, tears coating your lash line, "Nngh-, yes, Aang."
"Say it back to me then," Aang encourages. In between his breathy words, a brush of air is felt slithering against your cunt. It was almost as if his ability to seamlessly multitask was showcasing the best of his abilities via stimulating you everywhere. "Tell me how pretty my girl is, yeah?"
The sensation brings a stutter to your speech, "A-Aang, I can’t," you cry out, nails lightly scraping at his back.
He smiles halfway before his thrusting grows erratic and his jaw slacks some, "Oh. You're gushing-, shit."
You feel the way his tip pulsates inside you, his hips struggling to pull himself back for a moment long enough to give his cock a second to breathe—not that he much cared to do so anyway.
"So wet. Wanna see you cum-, wanna feel it." Aang husks, "Can you do that? Cum for me?"
"Mhmm," You nod weakly at first but within the next few seconds, as something begins to rumble distantly, you start to second guess your agreement. Mouth falling agape, “Wait, s’too much-,” you try to warn him.
He’s lost though—lost in the feel of your greedy insides begging his dick to spill enough seed into you to repopulate a nation or two at least. Aang’s unconscious manipulation of air only gets worse too, he goes from using his bending to fuck himself deeper to using it to sprawl your puffy pussy lips ‘n legs apart even wider.
You’re a stretched out mess in mere seconds, gasping his name and crying out in pleasure as your back begins arch. Then he’s chuckling all of a sudden and you swear for a moment he’s not even the same man you knew him to be.
Aang’s head cocks back some and his eyes roll back, “You can take it,” he grunts like he knows his words to be true and no argument could convince him otherwise. “You always do. Mmgh-,” He bites his lip for a second before looking down at you once more. “Can’t you feel that? The air helpin’ me fill you up? It’s-, hah.. It’s a little something I’ve been practicing.”
You pout at first, “Aang, I don’t know if-, mmgnh! Y-Your markings!”
The room illuminates with colors of spiritual blue before he notices what you’re talking about.
“What about them?” Aang asks cluelessly, his voice having changed due to the height of pleasure and energy surging through him.
Sweat drips down his body but it doesn’t even manage to touch you or the bed because he’s bending those droplets just as he was the air—completely losing himself in the feel of you and bending all sorts of shit because of it.
“They’re glowing,” You gasp.
Then his cock buries itself all the way in, every stiff inch clamped by your sappy insides, and his body comes to a sharp stop.
You knew there were… concerns when it came to having sex with your boyfriend who just so happens to be the avatar. But, no one told you he’d enter the avatar state just from cumming too hard!!
It’s while creamy gushes of cum are flooding into your poor cunt that his body is shuddering and he’s literally entering a new state of pleasure. He could hardly manage a word out or even move, the state had taken him over entirely.
You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little worried for him because of it, but honestly you were a tad bit distracted by how fucking hot it was.
You shouldn’t let this go to your head, really.
But who else can say their pussy sent their boyfriend into the avatar state?
That’s something to brag about!
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AN; I barely proofread this shit..nor was I locked in when I wrote it! I hope yall enjoy though🩷 -DD.
warnings ; Feminization, anal, oral sex (reader receiving), degrading (just a luh bit), situationship(?), mentions of violence, among other things. And again. This is a sexually explicit fic, minors do NOT interact.
Playlist : 🎀
Been Away - Brent Faiyaz
Forever Yours - Brent Faiyaz
Right My Wrongs - Bryson Tiller
All Mine - Brent Faiyaz
Novacane - Frank Ocean
It had been three weeks. Three weeks since you had made arguably one of the most humiliating choices of your life.
“Jabber— why the FUCK DO YOU KEEEEEP POPPING UP AT MY DOOR.” You huff out in utter frustration. You’re sick of this shit. Ya’ll fucked ONCE and this nigga just won’t leave you alone.
Jabber only smirked, looking you up and down like you were an absolute treat. He licked his lips. “Cmon mama, just let me inside. You know you missed me..missed this dick..” His voice got huskier during that last part as he leaned in closer.
You backed up. Was this nigga crazy? Seriously, was he?
“I don’t miss shit, Wonger. Get the fuck away from my door, for real.” You started cursing at him again, this close to getting that pink 50k volt taser if this bitch kept playing with you. You were interrupted by the sounds of your own moans coming from Jabber’s phone.
“F-Fffuckk papi- yes! Fuck I love this dick, don’t you dare fuckin’ stop!” Is all you heard before Jabber turned the phone around so you could see your fucked out self on the screen getting dicked down in high quality.
“So this ain’t you ma? That’s not you screamin’ for this dick?”
“First of all-“ You started, immdiately changing the subject because you refuse to acknowledge…the person you were three weeks ago. “I thought I told you I’m not some damn bitch, stop calling me ma, and..mama.”
“And each time you say that bullshit I’ma remind you how you was hard as hell every time I called you it. You want me to say bitch instead?”
“Nigga how about you say my actual fucking name? It’s (…). You know that.”
Jabber rolled his eyes. He was done talking, he pushed you aside and entered your house. Surprisingly during these three weeks he hadn’t entered, deciding he just needed to ease you up. But not only were you crazy, you were stubborn as shit. He glanced around the house as you quickly followed after him.
“Jabber get the fuck out my house before I get my taser, I’m deada-“
“What’s with all the pink shit? That’s yo favorite color or somethin’?”
Before even giving you a chance to bitch back at him, he turned around and kissed you. Not some rough, heated kiss like the last time. No, this one soft, slow..sensual. Your defenses slowly melted away as he pulled away from it.
“Jabber seriously..you gotta go,” you sounded a lot softer now. To be honest this time you wanted him to stay, you wanted that dick, bad. But there were bigger fish.
The whole reason Jabber seriously couldn’t stay over today had just entered. Damn, you knew you should’ve taken that bitch’s key DAY OF the break up, now she standing there, staring at you both. Just looking dumb.
“Uhm..the fuck is this?” Kaz questions, entering further in the house. Jabber’s eyes widened and he started laughing, as if the situation was hilarious. “Ain’t no way you—“
“Jabber shut the hell up.” You snapped before sighing heavy, running a hand down your face.
“Kaz,, just go sit down on the couch, Jabber you need to go..now.” Your voice was firm. Obviously, you were running a strict program here. “What? You finna take this bitch back? After the timee we had that night?”
You punched him in the chest as he laughed. Kaz looked annoyed by the statement.
“Like Y/N said- you need to kick rocks. My man don’t even want you.”
“Man? Your man?? Nah, he stopped being your man the second he was begging for this dick to fuck up his stomach.”
You almost strangled yourself right then and there. This had to be top 10 most embarrassing moments of your life. You pressed your hands against your throat softly, you swore you were about go into a manic episode. Right here, right now in front of both of them.
“I don’t give a fuck what he was begging for. I’m the one who be havin’ him crying after head.” Kaz snapped at Jabber, getting closer all in his face. “Oh you think you some bad shit cause of that?” Jabber said nothing else, he pulled his phone back out, as soon as he opened it the video was still open. He pressed play at full volume and turned the screen to Kaz, max brightness, and a grin on his face.
“Yo man by the way??”
Kaz’s face flushes pink, you were still standing off in the side thinking about ending your shit tonight. You shake off the embarrassment, and finally step in. “Alright, that’s enough. Kaz, just leave. I don’t know why I tried to hear yo ass out anyways.” You grumble, snatching your spare key from that bitch and ushering the now very upset and yelling woman out of the door.
For the love of god, you couldn’t stand that bitch. You slam the door and turn around, pressing your back against it with a huff, finally easing. When you look up Jabber is standing right in front with that aggravating smirk. You visibly scowled.
“So you pickin’ me ma?” Jabber asked, leaning in, pressing a soft kiss against your lips. He was being oddly gentle today. You rolled your eyes, it was obvious he was just tryna get in your pants. But, you’d indulge. What else could you possibly have to lose at this point? You were humiliated beyond thinking, your stupid ex definitely sent that sex tape to her punk ass homegirls, and who the fuck knows whatever they’ll do with it. So your reputation is pretty much over!! HUZZAH!
At least you’re about to get cracked to make up for it. You lead Jabber to your bedroom. And this man had the GALL to chuckle at your room decor.
“You be bringin’ bitches in this room?” He said, looking at you and tilting your chin up with his finger, smirking down at you. “I do, and what about it? You got a problem with pink?” You raised an eyebrow, your lip quirking up into an annoyed look.
“Nah, pretty boy. Ain’t no problem with a ‘lil pink.” You roll your eyes and push Jabber down to sit on the bed. He wraps his around your hips and pulls you in. You play with his dreads a little as you feel the zipper of your jeans open. You raise an eyebrow and look down at him, he looks up at you with a mischievous grin, already pulling down your pants just enough. He hooks his fingers around the waistband of your boxers and pulls out your length. You can feel his breath against you and that alone is starting to make you harden, on top of that damn look he’s giving you. You tighten your grip on his hair, and Jabber groans, biting his lip.
“Stop fuckin’ playin’ Jabber..” You grumble, your voice slightly rasped as you tried to keep as low as possible. Jabber just chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your slightly leaking tip, dragging his tongue from base to tip. Drawing out a small moan out you. He started to stroke you slowly, and you could feel the ridges of his rings pinching and putting pressure against you. You huffed out a whimper that you desperately tried to suppress as you felt Jabber take you in his mouth, wasting no time and bottoming out. You threw your head back. You could feel the wet warmth of his mouth, the back of his throat.
Your grip on his hair tightened as you started to slowly move your hips, grinding in and out of his mouth. It was a little tricky to do so, as Jabber still had an arm around your hip and was using it to limit how much you could move your lower half. You looked down at Jabber with half lidded eyes, suppressing a smirk. He was nose deep in your bush, and you swear he was smelling you.
Jabber started bobbing his head, you must not have been moving your hips fast enough for his liking because the way he was moving his head had you hitting the back of his throat each time. “Fuck- Jabber..hah- you really that desperate for me to come in your mouth?” You panted out. He only gave you a look before bobbing his head faster than before, using his tongue to life you up slightly in his mouth so you rubbed against the ridges on the roof of his mouth. You felt a little tink go of in your head, starting to feel that tingly feeling you felt that night. Your grip tightened, starting to move Jabber’s head faster, aligning the movements to match up with the ones of your hips.
You started getting sloppy, you could feel yourself about to come, and Jabber could feel it too. See it even, the way your eyes squeezed shut, tears prickling at the corners of them. Damn, Kaz wasn’t lyin’, you really did cry when you got good head. That only encouraged Jabber to take you further, as deep as you could possibly could in his throat.
That was your final straw, your hips jerked and you let out a loud moan. “Jabber wait- fuck..” You could barely get the words out as you felt yourself coming down his throat, looking down at him as he swallowed each drop, not letting any slip, even as he pulled off and gave the your twitching tip one last kiss. His hand stroking you again at a fast past, his tongue out. He was trying to make you come a second time while you were still sensitive, “Come on ma, gimmie more of that sweet shi…” he whispered, watching as you twitched and jerked in his hand.
“Somebody..need- mm shit- to handle yo ass- seriously..fuck!” You squeezed your eyes shut. “You gon be the one to do it baby? Hm? You wanna handle me?” Jabber teased, but you couldn’t give him an answer. It didn’t take you long to come again, shooting warm, sticky ropes on his tongue. And at first, Jabber didn’t swallow. He took his hand from around your hips and put two fingers in his mouth. Using his spit and your own to lube up his fingers real good before he actually swallowed.
Jabber pulled down what was left of your boxers and started prepping you. You let out a groan, you could feel him searching for that special spot, and it didn’t take him long to find it. Your hips stuttered and Jabber giggled with a bite to his lower lip. “Don’t tell me I found it that quickly ma..”
You gripped onto his shoulders, trying to keep your eyes open so you could give him a good glare. “S-shut the fuck up Jay..I don’t even– shit- know how you keep fucking finding it so quick..” Your words slurred together, a mix of curses and your own overstimulation.
Jabber kept the both of you like that for a while, kissing along your happy trail and your stomach. While his fingers numbed your mind with the movement of his fingers. Until he eventually pulled his fingers out, and stood up. Jabber grabs you by the back if your neck. “The fuck are yo—” you’re interrupted as he pushes you down on the plush sheets of the bed, using his grip on your neck to keep you staying down. And it’d be a lie to say him manhandling you like this again didn’t turn you on even a little bit.
“You talk way too damn much you know that? Always bitchin’ and moanin’, but when I got you like this you don’t got shit to say.” Jabber says, pink eyes glowering down at you. He grins, bringing up a hand and landing a harsh blow on your ass. Then another.. and another… “Jabber I’m!—”
“Didn’t I tell you to shut yo ass up?” Jabber smacks your ass harder. The way his rings smack against your skin has tears welling up in your eyes. It hurts..but it hurts so good.
“Fuck! Jabber!” You try and cover yourself with your hand, but it only ends in him snatching your hand off and landing an even harsher blow, which elicits a yelp of both pain and pleasure. “You just don’t know how to stop do you? Don’t worry ma, I’ma take good care of this..” Jabber says, whispering to you as he leans down directly next to your ear. You can feel his length rubbing against you, twitching. Just aching to be in you. His hand was still gripping the back of your neck, but his grip loosened. His hand ran down your back and down to your ass, rubbing the sore flesh softly. As if trying to make him putting welts on your skin better.
You let out a sore whimper, Jabber softly kissing the tears that had rolled down your cheek. “Mmm- don’t try and act nice..” You grumble, but Jabber just hushes you. “Calm down, I said I’d take care of it didn’t I?”
Jabber glances down, lining himself up with your entrance before slowly sliding in. He groans. “Fuck..This pussy just as tight as I remember.” The very statement makes your stomach feel funny. The way he makes you feel so..girly it just does something to you. You shiver, feeling Jabber in the depths of your stomach as he starts moving. It wasn’t slow, but it wasn’t as if he was breaking your back in. He sits up, both hands holding your hips as he fucks into you. Seeing the way you swallow up his dick, how your ass bounces against his hips despite you being a guy— fuck it turns him on so bad.
He wants to ruin. The urge is almost unbearable, so much so his grip on your hips tightens at a bruising level, but he stops. He supposed to be soft on his baby tonight, so that’s what he’ll do.
“Mm..mm- fuck Jabber it feels so fuckin’ good..” You grip the sheets, you could still feel the tears in your eyes. You could feel Jabber hitting that good spot over at over, but it wasn’t rough— and that’s what made all the more pleasurable to you. Jabber leaned down and grabbed your jaw softly so you would turn your head to face him. He kissed you so softly, so tenderly, you felt your legs squeeze together. “Mm, you like how good this dick feel mama, you love it?” He whispers in your ear, kissing your tear stained cheeks. “Mhmm..I love it so much, fuck it feels so good. Don’t you dare fuckin’ stop.” You try and sound demanding but your tone is far too soft and already fucked out and sounding more pouty than firm.
Jabber lets out a satisfied hum, starting to speed up a little just so see how you gasp and tighten your grip on the sheets. “You feel so good ma, let me see them pretty eyes, hm?” His voice sounded so soft, and gentle. It was so easy for you to fall into it, especially because your brain was tweaked out. You looked up at him and he smiled, damn him and damn his pretty smile..you’re supposed to be the one with the pretty, evil smile. But maybe his wasn’t so bad.
Jabber gradually sped up, feeling his own release build up in him. He’d been holding himself back because he wanted to see all those pretty faces, listen to your soft whimpers which were like music to his fucking ears. “Hahh- fuck, princess.. I’m finna come. You want this nut? Huh?”
“Yess- fucckkk yes, please give it t’me..” You could barely get the words out, your brain all mushy. Jabber’s thrusts started getting sloppier and faster before he buried himself deep in you, finally letting himself come with a grunt. “I love you ma,” Jabber murmured in your ear as he came. You knew he probably didn’t mean it, and it wasn’t something you would be taking to heart, you just hummed and said something intelligible. Jabber pulled out, glancing around your room and grabbing a few tissues from your nightstand, chuckling because the tissue holder had little angels on it.
He wipes you off and tossed the tissues in your little waste-bin by your bed. He pulled you under the covers, laying in after you. Jabber pulls you on his chest, and you just lay there. Ear to his chest, just listening to the beat of his heart before giving into the exhaustion and falling asleep. Jabber plays with your hair, he decides you both can shower in the morning, and turns in your tv. For some background noise of course, and he ends up falling asleep too.
A/N; omg..I hoopeee yall enjoyed this bc im ngl i almost scrapped it but I’m glad I didn’t 🩷 I think it’s alr. Lmk if you guys think there should be a part three👀👀 Love yalllll and ofc props to @misshoneysplayhouse and the crew😋😋 -DD.
pairing | monkey d. luffy x jack sparrow! m! reader
summary | when a witty and drunken pirate somehow ends up in their ship, the crew are forced to deal with him and his shenanigans.
notes | i recently watched opla s1 and completely fell for the cast, so i thought it'd be fun writing smth for them.
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sanji had seen his fair share of weird things ever since he encountered a rubber boy in a straw hat and decided to go on board the going merry.
still, deadly fishmen and a chopped–up clown didn't quite compare to... this.
the first sign something was off were the muffled snores drifting from the kitchen once he headed down to start making breakfast for the crew.
sanji paused outside the door, face contorted in deep thought.
there was only one posible idiot capable of sneaking in just to eat everything in sight, then fall asleep right after—luffy.
please, lord, let there still be food left.
his brow twitched in annoyance at the thought of the inevitable mess—one he knew he'd have the task of cleaning up later.
he sighed, pushing the door open, already prepared for the upcoming headache.
all annoyance quickly dissipated onto confusion, because, instead of the classic red vest and sandals, there was a stranger.
a sleeping figure sprawled out across the table, holding an empty bottle of rum—dangling loosely from his fingers—and wearing a leather hat. smudged black eyeliner framing his eyes, looking way too comfortable for someone who had just snuck onto the ship of the highest bounty pirate in all of the east blue.
sanji stumbled back blindly, his shoulder colliding against the half-open door in mild panic. "uh—guys?!" he called out. "get in here now!"
the stranger stirred at the noise, letting out a grunt in discomfort. "mhm... just five more minutes." he mumbled, voice thick with sleep.
being deprived of his 3 hours of sleep never sat right with him, so he just rolled onto his stomach, burying his face in his arms to block out the noise.
sanji was stunned to say the least, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. "what?" he finally managed to croak out. "what are—who even are you?"
the stranger inhaled slowly, and then—like his mind finally catched up—he paused. his eyes snapped open, he shot upright from the table like he’d been struck by lightning and blinked at sanji as he tried to recall his last sober memories.
he dragged a hand down his face, glancing around the room, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings.
then his eyes landed back on the blonde. a crooked grin slowly spread across his lips.
"oh," he started, "you must be the cook, am i right?"
he hopped down from the table, miraculously landing on his feet since the effects of the liquor had yet to worn off.
"the name's [m/n]."
he stretched lazily, joints popping. one hand slipped into the front pocket of his worn out shorts and pulled out a small compass.
"i came here looking for someone."
[m/n] spun on his heel and made a tipsy beeline straight for the cook.
"cute guy, captain—ring any bells?"
sanji's eyes narrowed, huffing in disbelief.
"i don't know anyone like that."
he wouldn't hand his captain over to some random pirate who walked in like he owned the place.
he opened his mouth again to retort, but was quickly cut short when the soft creak of floorboards echoed from behind him.
the door slid open.
nami stood at the front, eyes half-lidded with sleep. "oi sanji, what's with all the screaming—" she stopped dead in her tracks.
usopp, who was trailing close behind her—crashed face first into her back.
"ow–nami!" he yelped, rubbing his nose hoping to aliviate the pain. he peeked over her shoulder, his face went pale.
if he didn’t know any better, he'd say the stranger's eyes were completely dark—like staring into a void.
zoro entered next.
his hand dropped to his swords without hesitation. "you've got five seconds to explain why you're on this ship." he said coldly.
[m/n] only smirked playfully, gazing at each of them up and down.
"oh, you know... your friend here really knows how to keep me company." he nodded toward sanji. "shame, really. you're quite the sight, but not exactly who i came here for."
at last, as if summoned, luffy stepped forward from behind zoro, all bright eyes and bubbly energy.
[m/n]'s gaze drifted past the others, his eyes landing on him.
he flipped his compass open, glancing down—the needle was unwavering, fixed on luffy. he tilted the compass—just to be sure—but the stubborn needle kept snapping back.
"...there you are." he muttered under his breath.
his gaze flickered briefly toward the cook, expression unreadable. "still so sure you don't know him, blondie?"
he stepped forward, steady.
the entire crew tensed instantly. zoro moved almost on instinct, stepping directly infront of luffy. a human shield.
the drunken pirate only chuckled. as if the unspoken threat was just child's play.
"relax, big guy." he said. "and how rude of me," he bowed his head slightly in feigned courtesy. "to no introduce myself."
he raised his head.
"i'm [m/n], and you're obstructing my view."
zoro didn't budge. if anything his glare hardened. "what do you want with luffy?"
behind him luffy tilted his head, confusion creeping in—though the smile never left his face.
"... oh. hi," he said, completely unfazed by the situation. "do i know you? you seem really cool."
he leaned forward, curiosity taking over. "are those tattoos real? oh! and your hat is so cool!"
[m/n]'s grin widened slightly at that, amused by his complete lack of self preservation.
"yeah?" he hummed, tilting his head as he looked at luffy more carefully, eyes glinting with mischief. "you're a friendly one, aren’t you?"
nami's jaw tightened at the complete disregard. "answer zoro's question."
"ah—right," the boy sighed, almost irritated at the interruption. like admiring the captain was far more important than their questioning.
he raised his compass again, flipping it open and tilting it so they could all see. "that answer your question?"
usopp squinted at it, brows furrowing. "...not really. no."
he leaned in closer, tilting his head. "wait—that's not even pointing north. right, nami?"
the redhead was already thinking the same thing. there was something about this boy—something that screamed trouble.
the pirate chuckled, his gaze never leaving luffy's.
"doesn't point north. my compass points to what i want most." his grin could put even the cheshire cat to shame. "for some reason it led me straight to you."
luffy pointed at himself, unsure.
"me?"
zoro scoffed. "that's nonsense. how'd you even get here?"
"oh," the boy shrugged lightly. "i walked."
"...walked?" sanji repeated, "onto a moving ship. in the middle of the ocean."
[m/n] tilted his head, considering his excuse.
"guess rum makes people do weird things."
he took a step forward—only to be blocked by the mosshead pirate again.
"do you mind?" he slurred, mildly annoyed. "i can't see him through you."
"you're not getting any closer" zoro shot back.
"it's okay, zoro."
luffy's voice cut in, easygoing.
"he doesn't look like a bad guy."
zoro gave him a look. "of course you'd trust the guy with a pistol in his belt."
"not to worry." [m/n] cut in lightly, calm.
"had i wanted you dead... you already would be." he revealed what he'd been hiding behind his back—nami's baton.
nami's eyes widened, she patted herself down frantically.
"when did you—?!"
he twirled it once before tossing it back to her.
"i have my tricks."
he tilted his head, mocking smirk on his lips. "you, of all people, should recognize a thief when you see one."
his gaze drifted back to luffy, lingering. "like i said, just wanna know what led me to this pretty thing."
that caught luffy's attention.
he moved forward, brushing zoro's hand away without a second thought.
"your compass." he said, eyes lighting up with curiosity. "does it really points to what you want most?"
"it does, love." [m/n] teased. "cool, isn't it?
luffy giggled, arms flaling slightly with excitement. "that's awesome! can i try?"
[m/n] leaned in, lowering his voice like it was only meant for him.
"only if you let me join."
a playful wink.
and luffy beamed—the personification of the sun, really.
"yeah, obviously! i was gonna ask you anyway!"
sanji immediately grabbed the back of luffy's vest, dragging him back by the collar.
"you are not touching any weird, dark magic, compass."
"and you," he pointed sharply at [m/n]. "are not staying."
"i am, actually." he replied, unfazed. "don't be jealous. not trying to steal your captain from ya'."
"oh, fuck off—"
luffy still had that same stubborn grin.
and everyone knew once he made up his mind, it was final. no room for discussion.
"he's staying. i like him."
nami groaned. "luffy, not again."
"he's interesting, nami," he continued. "and he blindly trusted his compass all the way here, that's so cool!"
zoro exhaled resigned, done with arguing.
"...fine." he paused. "but if he tries something, i'm throwing him overboard."
[m/n] laughed. "i'd pay to see you try."
zoro just shot him a look.
keep talking and you'll be drowning before you finish your sentence.
luffy leaned even closer, like he couldn't help it—like you were pulling him in. "you're staying, that's final."
[m/n] wondered if his cheeks ever hurt from smiling so much.
"seems like it, captain."
his fingers brushed the cord of his hat, tugging just enough to tighten it. his gaze flickered down to the others lips.
"the king of the pirates," he whispered almost against him, eyes locking on his again. "definitely suits you."
luffy's heart did a strange, unfamiliar flip. gone as quick as it came.
before he could even process it, [m/n] walked past him to explore the rest of the ship, acting oblivious to the wind of emotions he had just caused in the other boy.
usopp leaned toward his friends, "he's gonna be a pain in the ass."
the other three replied in unison. "tell us about it."
it was settled. now the cook had one more mouth to feed. sanji clicked his tongue, hand running through his hair. he really needed a cigarette.
"unfortunately," he mumbled, already turning back to the kitchen. "that's the captain we chose, usopp."
despite everything—the chaos, the tension.
they all knew, no matter how complicated things were about to get, they wouldn't have it any other way.
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endnotes | thanks for reading, english is not my first language so comments and feedback are very much appreciated.
🍺🦐: Deadpool becomes weirdly obsessed with Spider Man(you) after seeing him on the news and starts quietly tracking his patrols, sometimes stirring up small trouble just to watch him show up.
But a late-night patrol takes an unexpected turn when you run into someone who definitely wasn’t supposed to be there. He’s loud, unpredictable, and somehow already acting like he knows you.
This oneshot was originally published by me on Wattpad. (Yes ik stupid Wattpad. My writing is just not advanced enough for Ao3 or Tumblr.)
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Deadpool aka Wade Wilson, first saw SpiderMan on a grainy news clip playing in a dirty diner. He was waiting for his order of chimichangas when it came on. Some guy in red and blue was webbing up a bunch of armed robbers to a streetlight, making some dumb joke about their get-away car having a flat.
The newscaster called him a "Troublemaker" in that serious voice they always use, but you could see people in the background cheering. One little kid was waving like SpiderMan could see him.
This was something new. A superhero who didn't look like he marched out of a military parade, no giant metal suit thing or a cape. This guy moved like it was fun. He talked to people. He helped with directions. He webbed up a lady's groceries when the bag broke. It was weird. It was kind of nice.
Wade started paying attention. He'd grab newspapers left on subway seats just to look for the Hero section. He'd flip channels hoping to catch a glimpse. He saw SpiderMan stop a runaway bus, carry a bunch of cats out of a tree for an old lady, and genuinely helped a tourist find a good pizza place. The guy was like a really helpful, really sticky golden retriever.
It became a thing. A hobby, really. Wade, who usually only kept track of things like ammo prices and which mob bosses had bounties on his head, now had a mental file on SpiderMan's patrol routes. He knew the guy favored Queens, but swung through Manhattan pretty regular after dark. Wade found himself on rooftops along those routes, not for a job but for stalking, or, how he likes to call it 'admiring'.
He'd see that flash of red and blue swing past, and a weird, quiet feeling would settle in Wade's chest. It wasn't the usual itch for chaos and crime. It was different. It was like seeing a movie you really loved, but in real life.
Sometimes, if the city was too quiet and Spide-Man hadn't shown up, Wade would...help. He'd find a low-level punk, start a loud but mostly harmless fight in an alley, maybe "accidentally" tripping a silent alarm. He'd then duck behind a chimney or a big air vent, peeking out.
Nine times out of ten, within minutes SpiderMan would swing down, looking alert and ready. Wade would watch him handle the situation, hand pressed over his mouth to stop the giggles. His idol, right there! Because of him! It was the best show in town, and he had a front-row seat.
It was his secret. A weird, personal little ritual in the middle of his messy, violent life. He never planned to introduce himself. What would he even say? 'Hi, I'm the guy who murders people for money and sometimes sets stuff on fire because I'm bored. Big fan!' Yeah no. SpiderMan was for watching from afar. A nice thing you don't touch.
Then came the mission.
The air on the rooftop was cool, carrying the usual New York soundtrack of distant sirens. You landed with a soft thwip, your Spider-Sense a quiet hum in the back of your skull. It had been a long night. Maybe you could actually call it-
"Hiiii!"
The voice came from right behind you. High-pitched and weirdly thrilled.
You spun around, lenses wide. A guy in a red and black suit was standing there, waving with both hands. He hadn't been there a second ago. Your Spider-Sense hadn't screamed, it had just sort of coughed.
"Oh man, oh man, ok. Game face on, Wilson," the guy muttered to himself, slapping his own cheeks. You saw him quickly shove a small, beat-up notebook into a pouch on his belt. "Play it cool. You've rehearsed this. Do the cool, epic, respectful nod."
He gave you a sharp, serious nod. It lasted half a second before he broke into what looked like a full-body shiver of excitement.
"Oh my god, It's you!" he breathed, voice muffled by the mask but dripping with awe. "HIIIII."
"Uh," you said. You straightened up slowly, keeping every muscle ready to move. "Hi buddy, I don't know who you are, but this is an active-"
"-crime scene, yeah, yeah, barrels of illegal tech, bad guys inside, alarms about to go off," Deadpool said, waving him off. "You're about to web the door, I crashed the party, three guys run and one guy cries, and someone definitely loses a tooth."
You paused. "...Have we met?"
Deadpool froze for half a second. Not long enough to be obvious, but long enough to be suspicious for your spidy senses.
"Nope," he said. "But I feel like we've emotionally met."
You tilted your head, lenses narrowing. "You...know an awful lot about that for a guy I've never emotionally, physically, or otherwise-met," you said, your voice light.
You took a careful step to the side, putting a ventilation unit between you and the strange chatty figure. "And why are you dressed like that."
"Dressed like what?" he asked,
You scratched the back of your head, then gestured vaguely up and down at his ensemble, a smirk playing under your mask. "You know..."
"Hey!" he squawked, indignant. He jabbed a finger at you. "Look who's talking, Mr. 'I-Stole-My-Suit-From-A-Dance-Gymnastics-Fusion-Recital'! At least mine doesn't look like someone sewed a wrestler into a pair of footie pajamas!"
You crossed your arms. "My suit is very aerodynamic. anddd I'm a spider, which automatically makes me cooler."
"Aerodynamic? Cool?" Deadpool scoffed, putting his hands on his hips. "You know what's aerodynamic? A brick. You know what's cool? Literally anything else. I, on the other hand, am wearing a tactical suit."
You let out a short laugh before you could stop yourself. "Tactical? Dude, you've got pouches. Why do you need so many pouches? What's in there, a collection of slightly different shades of red spandex?"
"First of all, rude," he said, patting one of the pouches protectively. "These contain essential gear. Snacks. Bombs. More snacks. A guy's gotta be prepared." He leaned forward conspiratorially. "You ever get hungry mid-swing? Bet you wish you had a chimichanga pouch."
"I've never had that problem," you said, though your stomach chose that moment to let out a little grumble. Patrol had been long...
Deadpool's head snapped toward you so fast it was almost impressive. "...Was that-"
"No," you said immediately.
He pointed at your stomach. "Your stomach betrayed you."
"It did not."
"It growled."
"Must've been the wind..."
Deadpool slowly reached into one of his pouches like he was diffusing a bomb. "Okay. I'm going to do something very generous right now."
"I don't like that sentence."
He pulled out a slightly squished, foil-wrapped chimichanga and held it up between two fingers. "Peace offering," he said. "Or bribery. Depends how you feel about it."
You stared at it. "You just...pulled that out of a pouch that also holds explosives."
"Correction," he said. "Different pouch. I have a system."
"You don't look a person who would do that."
"I color-coded them."
"They're all red!"
"Details."
Down below, in the alley behind the warehouse, one of the trucks roared to life. You both looked over the edge at the same time.
You shot a web, yanked a fleeing guy back by the ankle, and stuck him to a streetlight without even looking. Deadpool watched that like it was a live concert. "You do that every time?" he asked.
"Do what."
"The casual physics violation."
You shrugged. "You're the one with swords."
A bullet clipped your shoulder. It didn't pierce through you, but it shoved you back a step. Before you could recover, Deadpool had already jumped down, two quick shots, one disarm, one loud complaint from the guy who tried it.
"Hey," Deadpool called out, "aim lower. That's a national treasure."
You blinked at him. "What?"
He waved it off. "Workshopping."
You fired a web and swung down, joining the fight, heat building under the suit. Adrenaline, hunger, the fact that this man was somehow both a disaster and weirdly in sync with you.
A guy rushed you from the side. Deadpool hooked him with an arm and dragged him off you like it was nothing.
"I had that," you said.
"I know," he said easily. "Still fun to help." he shrugged.
Another crate clanged open across the room. You both turned at the same time. "Big one?" Deadpool asked.
"Yeah Looks like it." you sighed, preparing yourself.
"Race you-"
You shot a web and swung up before he finished the word.
Deadpool groaned. "That's unfair!"
You landed on top of the crate just as the last of the crew scrambled for the exit. You webbed the lid shut and dropped down in front of them, blocking the door.
Deadpool slid in beside you, slightly out of breath, pretending he wasn't. "You absolutely cheated," he muttered.
You ignored him and started glancing around. The rooftop was a mess. A busted crate, a couple of guys webbed up like modern art, the night air cutting through the smoke drifting up from below. Sirens were getting closer. Blue and red lights flashed against brick walls across the street.
Deadpool bent over slightly, hands on his knees.
You tilted your head. "Out of breath already?"
He shot upright immediately. "No. I was just...appreciating oxygen."
"Uh-huh..."
He pointed at you. "You swung early. Such shady behavior."
"You talk too much. Such consistent behavior." You rolled your eyes.
A couple of the webbed guys groaned behind you. Deadpool leaned closer, lowering his voice. "So. Hypothetically. If this were a buddy-cop movie, this is where we'd do the slow nod and walk away from the explosion."
"But there's no explosion."
A second later, something below popped loudly and a puff of smoke rolled up past the ledge. Deadpool froze. "Okay, that one wasn't me."
You stared at him.
"...Mostly."
You shook your head and shot a web to the water tower, pulling yourself up onto the higher part of the roof. He followed, landing a little harder than you did. For a second, it was quiet. Just wind, sirens and distant traffic.
You looked over at him. "You do this for fun?"
He shrugged. "Elaborate further."
"You know, running into active crime scenes. Announcing yourself like a cartoon character."
He rocked back on his heels. "Well I get paid to do missions. But sometimes I'm bored. Sometimes I'm conducting very important personal research."
You tilted your head. "On what?"
Deadpool hesitate just for a second before answering. "Urban pigeon migration patterns."
You stared at him. "Huh?"
He gestured vaguely at the skyline. "You think those guys just know where to go? No there's a system. A hierarchy. A feathery government."
"...You're studying pigeons?"
"Among other things."
"Like?"
Deadpool tapped his chin like he was flipping through a mental slideshow. "Urban wind patterns. Very important for...kite enthusiasts."
"I don't think you even fly kites."
"You don't know that."
"I think I do."
He pointed at a random building across the street. "Also rooftop garden theft. Big problem. Tomatoes go missing all the time."
You stared at him. "You're investigating stolen tomatoes?"
"Crime comes in many forms."
"You carry dual katanas, and like several guns"
"For agricultural justice."
You sighed, scratching the back of your head. "Yeah. Sure man."
Deadpool nodded like he'd just won a debate. "Thank you. Finally, someone respects the craft."
"I don't," you said. "Like, at all."
He leaned back against the water tower railing, looking way too comfortable for someone who had definitely started half the chaos tonight.
You squinted down at the street, catching the flash of approaching police sirens. "Alright," you said, tucking a strand of hair back under your mask, "are you coming, or are you just gonna stand there and keep an eye on some tomatoes?"
Deadpool froze for a second, like he'd just been called out for not doing his job properly. Then he muttered under his breath. "The tomatoes can defend themselves."
He was already sprinting after you, leaping off the edge of the roof with that ridiculous flourish he somehow made look like style instead of pure chaos.
"Wait," you called, swinging ahead, "this isn't a race!"
"Shhh," he yelled midair, flipping over a fire escape railing, "This is tactical tomato protection!"
And just like that, he was back in your orbit, grinning under the mask like the disaster you hadn't asked for. But maybe you didn't mind after all.
Sukuna sat back on his couch after getting your morning after pill from Walmart. Maybe his pull out game was weak You were sitting next to him with your new installed honey blonde wig with xl lashes that you could only afford from sleeping around and stripping. “Kuna I’m hungry up in this bitch you never got nun in this mother fuckin crib.” He let out scoff at your ghetto mouth, of course this bitch was hungry she don’t never not eat, he thought to himself.
“Hungry ass hoe. The fuck you wanna eat? I’ll pay since yo ass always thinking I’m using you for your Ebt.” You let out a loud Megan thee stallion “Ahhhh” sticking out your tongue. “I knew my nigga was finna finally spend sum money on me, and you know I’m getting a seafood boil.” He rolled his eyes as he started getting up off the couch. “You ain’t never want nothin cheap. You’ll get your seafood but I’m smoking a blunt, getting a retwist, and then I’ll go pick that expensive shi up. Best believe he getting sum pussy too
After Sukuna had finished taking care of his business, as promised he got your seafood boil and made sure to get the cheapest amount so he only had to pay 13 dollars. He made his way back to his crib with his fresh retwist, and of course he saw you drinking all the grape kool aid you got at Walmart. “Shawty yo food here, and after yo ass eat best get to eating this dick ya mean.” You rolled your eyes annoyed but not surprised by his demand of sex. “Whateva nigga just let me eat my seafood boil in peace and maybe tonight I’ll let you put it up my ass.”
I need someone to put my sweet summer child Denji into the Gachiakuta universe so he can have some sort of childhood with adults WHO ACTUALLY GIVE A FUCK ABOUT HIM(not aki)
SYNOPSIS ; It’s been a few weeks. You gave yourself a break from Jabber, to protect your peace and just give yourself a break and maybe start something new.. but you should’ve known Jabber not ready to let you go.
INCLUDED CHARACTERS ; Jabber Wonger, August Stilza (briefly/mentioned).
WARNINGS ; Vulgar language. Mentions of violence, drug, and alcohol use. Jealous Jabber. Anal, oral (reader giving), mirror sex, overstim/mind break, degrading (jus a luh), dubcon (i thinkk..), among other things. As always, MDNI.
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D/N ; part three as promised🎀 on his birthday too oouugh im tewww goated . anyways enjoy my sweets ! ts kinda compact thoo 🐶wtv
It had been three weeks. And within those three weeks you managed to get Jabber to finally leave you alone— which wasn’t easy. Jabber would pop up at your job, texting you off different numbers, stalking your insta stories on alt accounts, the works. He just kept bothering you and bothering you until he finally found something new and pretty to satisfy himself. It kind of hurt how fast he dipped after all that “i love you” bullshit (even though you told him to). But you knew better, and you didn’t let it get to you. Niggas will say anything in bed, and then some to try and get in it again. It only further proved your point he was no good for you..or your rep. What mattered now was that he was gone (allegedly).
So, you decided to go out. To treat yourself! You were off from work, it was a Friday, and you didn’t have shit to do. And with that in mind, you put on a cute lil fit. A pink, sleeveless comp shirt that was cropped to show off your waist and your pierced belly button, with a cropped jacket that hung off your shoulders. Your glasses with the bigger black frames and black, baggy jeans that had big designs of stars and the words “PRETTY BOY” on the ass. Sagged just enough to show off the brand name of your boxers, DIOR, obviously. Your hair moved from in front of your face with a pink headband- one slipping out but you didn’t bother putting it back. You checked yourself out in the full body mirror you had in front of your bed just by your dresser. You had just got your nails painted this nice cats-eye pink too? Oh yeah, you were boutta show the fuck out.
Your pants weren’t wrong, you were a pretty boy. Something you prided yourself in, honestly. Like, yeah you’re a guy who likes pink and primarily feminine stuff, who cares? Nobody was gonna beat your ass about it so you didn’t care— you got bitches regardless. Man or woman, it didn’t matter. You knew how to use that pretty smile of yours to lure ‘em in. Plus you switch up your style pretty often, you don’t always wear feminine stuff like this, you jus’ do what you want.
So you hit up your homegirl Sade and asked if she wanted to come out with you. You two had been friends since the 6th grade- together through thick and thin! When that trifling bitch Kaz leaked your sex tape, it was Sade who whooped her ass for it (her wretched friends caught a fade too, guilty by association). She supported you cutting off Jabber because she said he was “crazier than you” which was a stretch because you’re not even that crazy, even if during a moment of weakness you may or may not have found Jabber’s full government name and you may or may not have sent one of your friends to jump him (it did not work out, Jabber unfortunately upped the switch on they ass), but all of that was completely reasonable, totally. So obviously Sade said yes. You two met up outside the club and entered together.
“Sooo, that crazy ass nigga finally leavin’ you alone?” Sade asked as you two made your way to the bar, the music was bouncing and the vibe in the air was just..so refreshing to you. You missed giving yourself the freedom of having fun. “Yeah, yeah I finally got rid of em. Supposedly some other bitch caught his eye and he was on his merry way.” Sade raised an eyebrow. “Jus like that??” “Jus like that.” You sighed, not wanting to dwell on it for much longer. She noticed and gave you a tough but loving pat on the back. “Awwh you poor baby, don’ttt worry love– what matters now is that he’s gone and you’re here! So have some fun!” She was right, you needed to let loose. Sade bought four black russian shots, two for you and two for herself.
You downed the two shots quickly, wincing as the burn hit the very back of your throat. Sade laughed, “Damn boy, slow down! Them shits not goin nowhere!” You just chuckled and waved your hand. “I can’t be happy to get drunk?” Your eyebrow raised as one of your favorite songs started playing, you look over at the dj booth. Long blonde hair, goofy smile, lean figure but you could see some muscle peak through every time his arm flexed to work the music. Oh yeah, you were gonna get in that, immediately.
The night carried on, you find yourself at the DJ booth, with August (the dj), occasionally he would wrap his arm around your waist when he wasn’t working the music. His hand sliding over the expanse of your stomach, his fingers brushing against your pierced naval. Of course, as the night continued you posted a few stories on your insta to show you were having a good time. A smile on your face in each video as you were either taking shots, dancing with Sade, or at the booth with August. And in one particular video you can see August’s arm wrapped around you, just barely in the frame. By the time you were stumbling out of the club with Sade, you had a new number in your phone, and you were most definitely white-girl wasted. Sade had to help you to her car, you couldn’t drive like this.
“Dammit Y/N! When I said have fun and let loose I didn’t mean get wasted!” She fussed, but helped you into the care nonetheless. You giggled, murmuring some drunken gibberish. Leaning your head against the window as she started up the car and started to drive you home. You’d just have to come pick up your car in the morning.
It was a good fifteen minute drive, but with how out of it you were, it only felt like a few seconds before you were at your door. Two in the damn morning and Sade is helping you up the stairs to your room, you flop down on your bed and she takes off your shoes for you before wishing you a goodnight, and leaving the house, making sure to lock BOTH locks behind her as she does so. You wake up around 2:45AM, sitting up in bed– still feeling a little more than tipsy, but you dont have any energy to walk down stairs and drink some water, the glass on your nightstand is..unusually empty. Whatever, you stand up, wobbling slightly but you regain your balance. “Damn my fuckin head..” you grumble to yourself as you take off the clothes you were to the club and slipping on a comfortable sweater.
Your phone dinged and you plopped down on your bed, picking it up. A text from an unknown number, it took you a minute for your eyes to adjust to the brightness of your screen. The text read, “You thought shit was over?” ..What the fuck? You were almost too drunk to process what the fuck you just read, but the more you thought about it the more it sobered you up. Though your mind was still scattered, you blocked the number. You knew it was Jabber, back on his bullshit. Seems his lil plaything dropped him or vice versa. Whatever, you didn’t care nothin bout that nigga OR his games. You open your contacts and scroll down to August’s number.
“You finna text that blonde nigga from the club, ma?” You scrambled off your bed immediately and grabbed your taser off your nightstand at the sound of Jabber’s voice. He stands at the other side of your bed. in front of the window. “THE FUCK— JABBER HOW DID YOU GET IN MY HOUSE??” Jabber kissed his teeth. “Mmmcht..Cmon ma, you knew I was gon pull up after that shit you posted on ya story.” He slowly steps around the bed. Your face felt hot from frustration and also embarrassment, like this man just broke into your house over an insta story! And on top of it, you still feel tipsy, as if this isn’t an extremely sobering experience.
“Jabber- BACK the fuck up— GET OUT OF MY HOUSE?” You yell, incredulous. Holding up your taser, thumb on the button just ready to put him down if he got close enough. “You just let anybody touch up on ya waist like that?” Jabber walks slowly, his voice was low and he didn’t have that usual playful grin, mixed with the bad lighting of the moon seeping in through your curtains, it unnerved you more than a little. He stops just two feet away from you. Your head started to hurt, this was distressing. “And put that fuckin taser down, that shit ain’t gon hurt me none.” That got a scoff out of you. You turned on the taser, with the intention of using it on him of course- but he grabs your wrist as you reach out to tase him. Now, usually, Jabber would’ve just let it happen, probably even smiled about it..but he wasn’t on that bullshit tonight.
He wrestled the taser out of your hand, and you two end up toppling down on your bed with you being under him. You attempt to push him off, but Jabber holds your wrists in one hand, and uses the other to grab your face, covering your mouth. “Listen..I tried to give you some freedom, but you jus’ gettin reckless. And ion wanna hear none of that bitchin’ and whinin’ you be doin’, aight?” You tried to yell something back at him, but his hand was gripped tightly over your mouth. You thrashed out, though it was no use, jabber was putting his full weight on you to hold you down. He moved his hand down from your mouth. “JAB—” Your fussing is interrupted by Jabber pressing his lips against yours in a heated kiss. His tongue immediately invading your mouth. You let out a soft whine, still squirming, but you end melting into the kiss.
You can’t deny the feeling of missing him, just a little bit. Something about him was just so addictive, like a drug you just couldn’t quit. He pulls away from the kiss, and stands up straight to get a good look at you under him. You squirm around— then you feel Jabber let go of your wrists and your jaw and grab onto your ankles. One, so you stop trying to kick him, and two, he drags you down and pulls you off the bed. You hit the floor with a rough thud. “The fuck is your problem bro!?” You say from where you are on the floor in front of him, rubbing your hip. Before you have the chance to say something else Jabber grips your hair tightly, yanking your head back.
“Didn’t I tell yo ass to shut the fuck up wit all that whining?” He emphasized his words by yanking your hair one more time, getting a wince out of you but you didn’t say anything back this time. You look up at him, that pathetic dazed look on your face, gives him this funny feeling in the pit of his stomach. A feeling you can clearly see through his sweatpants. He pushes your face against the print in his pants, and you hold onto his thighs with one hand is already pulling them down. It was like your hands were moving before you even had time to really think about it. You run your lips along his hardened length with a little sigh. Jabber lets out a small grunt, his dick twitching in anticipation. His grip on your hair doesn’t let up either. He holds up his shirt a little so that it doesn’t get in the way.
The second you put him in your mouth, just the tip, Jabber pushes your head down, making you take every inch of him down your throat despite your gagging. You smack your hand against his thigh repeatedly but he doesn’t let up. Moving your head up and down and then matching that pace with the movement of his hips. “Mm..Yeah, this how you supposed to be all the fuckin’ time. On your knees with that pretty mouth full of my dick.” The feeling of him hitting the back of your throat over and over hurt, but it felt good at the same time. You could even feel yourself getting hard, your length pressing up against your boxers leaking a small amount of precum. Something about him being so rough with you, it was kind of foreign- but not unwelcome.
The only sound in the room was the sound of you choking on Jabber’s dick and his heavy breathing, his curses on his breath. “Fuuckk, I missed this throat..” He grunted, finally pulling you off so you can catch your breath. You cough, spit dribbling down your chin and the sides of your mouth as you try and catch your breath. The moment is short lived though as he pushes your head back down. Tears stinging the corners of your eyes as you gripped on his thighs for some kind of purchase. Just looking at you with your mouth stuffed full of his dick made him feel giddy, that usual grin pulling at his lips. As hard as he tried, he couldn’t stay mad at his princess for long. But even then, that didn’t make him ease up for even a second.
You reached down and took your own length out of your boxers, stroking yourself slowly as Jabber continued moving your head. He let out a rasped chuckle. “Oough- shitt I’m finna cum in this throat ma..and you better swallow every fuckin drop.” He pushes your head all the way down, and holds you still while his cum spills down your throat. And like you were instructed, you swallowed it despite some struggle. He let go of your head and you pulled off while he stroked himself a few more times to cum again on your face. Hot, sticky white webs shooting on you, some of it even getting in your hair.
You coughed, leaning back against your bed as you struggled to catch your breath. “You should see how pretty you look right now, fuck..” Jabber grabs your arm and forces you to stand up and he manhandles you onto the bed, even though you would’ve just got up there if he asked..You end up in the middle of your bed, with Jabber behind you, holding you hips and forcing your back into an arch while he looks at you through the reflection of your full body mirror. “Mngh..hah- J-Jabber calm—” You catch a slap to your ass before you can even finish that sentence. You yelp, feeling the stinging sensation. “I am calm baby, jus’ shut that fuckin mouth ‘nd take what I give you aigh?” As he talks he slides down your boxers and slaps his tip against your ass with a devious giggle. Then he just- slides in without the decency to even prep you properly.
You choke out a gasp- a sharp, punched out one. Your fingers dig into the sheets as you take every unbearable inch. You try to hold in the pathetic sound threatening to leave your lips but it ends up sounding like a quiet mewl. Your head drops between your shoulders as you try and adjust, to the size and also the pain. But even despite this, you don’t pull away, you don’t tell him to stop. You just take it like he told you to. “F-fuck Jabber— shitt,” you grit out through clenched teeth “you— hah..you..” The words die on your lips as Jabber starts moving his hips. “I what, pretty boy? You strugglin’?”
And you were, you tried to come out your mouth with some slick shit to say back but the words just wouldn’t leave your lips the way you wanted them to, it was like you couldn’t think straight with the way he was pounding into you. Deep, paced movements. Hitting that one spot dead one each time. Every thrust punches out a wrecked sound from your throat. “Auggh!— Shhitt Jabber–” A whine tears itself from your lips as the tears in your eyes start to fall down your cheek. You try and pull away but Jabber grips onto your hair again and pulls your head back, making you bare your neck and look at how fucked out you look in the mirror. “Mmmhm, you see that shit ma? See how good I make you feel? Ain’t no other nigga doin this shit for you, jussst me.” You stutter, your hips jerk back against him involuntarily. “J-just you— FUCK!— only youu..” Your neglected cock twitches, leaking and hard. But with the way Jabber is fucking you into this mattress you don’t even need to touch yourself. “See how pretty you look baby? Say you pretty.”, “I’m— i..pretty— I’m pretty..”, “Thatss right baby, my pretty boy, all mine.”
Jabber lets go of your hair and leans down, his chest against your back as he fucks into you harder, and faster. He wraps his arm around your neck, putting you in a full ass headlock. “Mmm-hah fuck ma, missed this fuckin’ pussy..” You let out a choked sound that was a mix between a yelp and a moan. “Mm’sorryy..” You mumble out, your words sounding slurred and whiny. Your thighs clenched together but Jabber didn’t care if you were close. Ya’ll weren’t done until HE said so. “I knoww you sorry baby, but sorry ain’t enough..fffuckk, gotta fuck some sense into this pretty pussy.”
Jabber suddenly pulls out, tearing a whine and gasp from you as your hips jerk back trying to chase it. You squirm from the feeling of absence. “W-what the fuck!?” Jabber giggles, pulling back from you, and rubbing your hips. “Yeah you want this dick bad, I know baby, but you gon hafta work for this nut. Sluts don’t get my shi for free.” He says with a teasing smirk, one that irritates you to no end, but you move back anyway. You reach behind you and line up Jabber’s length, sliding him back in with a low groan. Your thighs squeeze tighter together, and your hips move back against him. He giggles ass he watches your ass smack and recoil against his abdomen. “Jusst like that mama, mmhmm..”
Your dick twitches and your back arches even deeper as you spill out onto the sheets with a loud whine. “MMmm— f-fuckk..” Your grip on the sheets tighten, but you keep moving back against him.
Jabber lets out a quiet sigh, the way you almost mindlessly work yourself back on his dick even after you’ve came just gets his dick twitching in all the right ways. “Dick drunk ass bitch..” He murmurs, giggling as he slaps your ass. He looks down at the. “Ack!–” you glare back at him but it’s hard to look serious when you’re trying to stop your eyes from crossing because of how good his dick feels deep in your stomach. “Shh’soo fuckin meann..mmngh it’s not– fair—” Jabber scoffs and slaps your ass again. “I’m mean ma?” He says while leaning down to kiss down your arched back, his fingers brushing against your belly piercing. “You the one lettin’ niggas touch what ain’t theirs.”
“Not..y-yours either..” You grumble, trying to hold some semblance of pride. But thats quickly shut down when you feel Jabber’s teeth sink down into the spot between your neck and shoulder. You squeak and squirm from the pain. You swear can feel some blood dribbling down too. “HA-AAH JAY FFUCK!—” You sob out in something w mix of pain and utter arousal. Jabber bite’s harder, as hard as he can before pulling away and licking at the bloody bite mark. “Mine now, been mine. Don’t fuckin play wit me Y/N.” His voice is back in that low cold tone it was in before, his grin gone. You sob, crying through your moans and whines, it was overwhelming and so good at the same time. “Look at you, cryin like a fuckin bitch..But you gon take this shit, ion care bout no damn tears.”
He grips onto the back your neck, forcing you to stay put as he goes back to pounding into you. This time the force of his thrusts are way more brutal, like all mercy he had just snapped away in an instant. “No one beatin this pussy up better than I do. Ain’t that fuckin right ma?” You whimper and nod pathetically. He kisses against the side of your face as he speeds up, just getting sloppy with it, “Fffuck I’m bout to cum,, you want this nut baby? Hm?”, “Yess Jay- gimmie dat shit..”
“Cum with me ma, gimmie one more aight?” He grins and slams into you one last time, emptying out in you. And following up you cum right after him. He pulls out and cums some more along your back. “Fuckin’ beautiful..” Jabber whispers to himself, taking in the sight. You fucked out and full of his cum. He looked at you like this was the most beautiful shit he done seen in his entire life. He leans down and kisses your cheek and then your lips. “You love me bae?” He asks, and you, with a fogged mind nod. “Mhm..” Your breath is ragged and you feel exhausted, your face was still stained with tears. It didn’t take long for the exhaustion to take you, and you fall asleep right there.
Jabber smiles, as if he’s accomplished something. He kisses your forehead. “I love you too, and I ain’t lettin’ you push me away no more..” He whispers, more to himself than to you honestly. He pulls you up into his arms and lays back against your pink pillows with a small grunt. He stays up for a while, going through your phone (which you did NOT give him the password to..) and blocking August’s contact, along with deleting it. He takes a picture of you asleep in his arms and posts it to your story with the caption; “He know where home is😼‼️”. He sighs happily— actually giggling to himself, like he’s living his best life in this very moment. Then he finally puts your phone down and goes to sleep with you.
WHEN I TYPE IN “what tf ever male reader or x male reader” YOIR DUMBASS SHOULD GIVE ME MALE READER CONTENT THAT EITHER TAGS THEMSELVES AS MALE READER OR HAVE MALE READER THROUGHOUT THE TEXT
SO WHY TF AM I GET ALL FEM READERS
TECHNOLOGY IS EVOLVING EVERYDAY AND YOU STILL CAN FILTER YOUR BS HOLY FUCK
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Im working on the first chapter of the fic and i’d like to give you some content in the meantime :]
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