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Summary: Jabber is telling his favorite girl about his latest drug- and she wants some.
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“Now- I’ma a freak but I ain’t a fool. You want summa this you’re gonna have to give me somethin’ in return, cutie.” And Jabber is laughing at her from where he sat on the other end of the over-stuffed, patchwork couch in the long-empty common area of the Raiders’ base.
The room was dimly lit, only a desk lamp glowing on a side table in the corner.
They’d been chatting, both terrible insomniacs that tended to stay up late independently of their own accord- but no cards or games had been brought out this time, just choosing to partake in each others company as some nights they were tend to do.
They got along well enough- though Jabber was more a beautiful thorn in her side lately than compatriot if she was being quite honest. These nights were nice though- when everyone else was long gone to bed floors up he seemed to chill out- no one to really put an act on for.
Except this time- the conversation had taken a slight…detour.
Jabber had been gushing to her about his latest experiments- and she knew that the masochist got off on his own supply, yeah- but this latest one he was describing? It couldn’t be anything but an actual, literal aphrodisiac. The ingredients, the way he described the way his body reacted, not his mind- it sounded devious. Salacious. Dirty.
She wanted a hit.
And she told him as much- and that twitch of his brows- the gleam in his eye- told her he knew she would- so she ponders him for a moment, legs drawn up to her chest and cheek pressed to her knees- thinking on the vibes she’d been getting from him in the year since she’d joined the Raiders.
Some banter, playful and more than a bit flirty. The pet names were pretty new though- calling her cutie and mami and doll as of late- slowly picking up in the past few months, she’d guess- and they hadn’t escaped her notice. Though she’d tried to push the fluttering in her stomach his rapt attention caused down forcefully.
She didn’t have time for masochistic little sycophants, she had her own problems. However- his attention, despite how incessant it was- had unfortunately started to melt that block in her chest she thinks might have been her heart at one point.
Jabber had also started pissing her off more. Always hovering- the pet names always paired with verbal jabs shot at her, which seemed to very much counter the way he seemed to have her back like it was a rule on the field.
She can’t remember the last time she’d gotten actually seriously injured in battle past her first four months on the Raiders- she was always paired with Jabber- and he was always practically plastered to her backside every mission.
And they moved together well- like two well oiled cogs in a delicate machine- despite Jabbers’ seemingly undammable need to always be speaking.
He seemed to delight in the way her fists would clench when he’d mock her Jinki- a pair of brass knuckles that grew into massive, spiked boxing gloves- but she also knew why he did it.
And him liking her and showing it like a middle schooler who would explode if they were genuine for even a moment- it made her like him back, more than a little.
It was endearing- once she’d figured out what it was.
So she sighed, rolling her eyes and standing.
“Hey, hey, hey- I was just playin’-“ His attempts at playing it cool were cut off by her plopping herself into his lap, straddling him and shoving his shoulders so he was laying back into the threadbare couch cushions.
“Yeah? Just playin’?” She parrots back, and she can see his tongue coming out to wet his lips as he stares up at her, eyes widening in shock.
And Jabbers’ not hiding a damn thing.
His smile is lazy but deviant, his hands coming up to grip her hips and press her down on his covered bulge that was already hard. No build up or foreplay needed for this jackass.
“Damn- do you just walk around like that? That’s sick.” She laughs at him mockingly, and he’s chuckling himself, leaning back harder to thrust up against her- his response a tight moan through his teeth.
“Ever since you joined? Yea. Now lemme know just how sick you think I am.”
His voice is a purr, and his grin somehow turns more wicked, his brows twitching as she rolls her hips down, biting her lip and giving him a coy smirk.
“But you’re gonna haveta gimme a little more, dol-“ his words are once again cut off- but this time by the loud SMACK! of her palm hitting his face without hesitation nor preamble.
The sting rings through her hand and Jabbers’ face, and his head snaps to the right as his hips twitch underneath her, a desperate whine escaping him.
She then grips his cheeks in her hand- forcing him to look at her as she grins- eyes wide like she thinks he’s an idiot and shaking her head as she speaks tauntingly.
“I know what you want, you little weirdo.”
And Jabbers eyes light up as he bites his lip, and she can only chuckle shortly through her nose as her other hand comes up to grip his- bringing his middle and ring fingers up to her mouth as she draws them in slowly, sucking them in her until Mankira touches the barrier of her lips-then past.
And his head leans back, mouth open in a shaky moan as she bites down, hard- just barely stopping herself from drawing blood before washing the pain away with her tongue and pulling his fingers out with a pop!- keeping them pressed to her lips as she murmurs.
“Now won’t you give me what I want?”
And his only response is pulling his hand back slightly, that hazy fuchsia glow fading in as Mankira takes form.
It’s a smaller, daintier version- less lethal and more… seductive, the long silver talons only a few inches long instead of the massive gleaming daggers he chooses to use in battle.
“This one is the one you want, babygirl.” Jabber murmurs, waggling his pointer finger at her teasingly- and she leans in, locking her gaze with his and sticking out her tongue.
“Oh? You want it there, huh? You nearly as much of a freak as I am.” And his voice and eyes are curious as he slowly presses his hand forwards, just barely pressing the tip of Mankira against her tongue- a drop of blood welling immediately when he pulls back, and she watches the pink hues disappear from his burgundy gaze as Mankira puts herself away.
The feeling is…immediate, a sense of desire mixed with the subtle ache of an agony she’d never experienced before shooting from the tip of her tongue- to that space below her belly button and straight to her pulsing cunt.
“Now we goin’ for a ride” Jabber moans as he rushes up, capturing her tongue that still hung out of her mouth and sucking the blood and venom that seeped from the wound.
Her body was on fire. - the sound of her blood rushing through her ears and her heart feeling like it was trying to escape through her rib cage like a trapped animal desperate for release; hands shoot up and they grip his throat, a resounding groan of desire escaping the freak underneath her as she cuts off his air supply, his mouth opening greedily as she swipes her tongue inside- the metallic tang of blood mixing with the bitter taste of venom and something that was so entirely him.
All of the feelings she’d been trying to push down were rising to the surface of her skin- the lust, mixed with a swirling mixture of some she was refusing to collar- refusing to name for they were too kind and soft for who she was at her core.
The feeling to consume him- take him and break him was overtaking her, and when she finally pulls back to breathe- it’s paired with another stinging slap to his face, his hips bucking as she starts bouncing in his lap, his length pressing against her suddenly buzzing clit.
Her head is back, mouth open as a breathy gasp is forced out of her on every downwards motion, her hips rolling as she used him as a toy.
“Damn, didn’t know how good it’d affect you-“ and she’s slapping him again, before slamming her hand over his mouth as she grinds down on his cock.
“Shut the fuuuuck up you nasty little fucking psycho.” She whines, digging her nails into his cheeks and she can feel him laughing underneath her, his shit-eating grin and even cockier voice muffled behind her palm.
“Yes, mami.”
And she’s rolling her eyes, no amount of aphrodisiac could make her not want to wring his neck at that.
Wait.
Her hand comes down, away from his mouth- and he gets out a “hell, yes” right before she’s backhanding him and grinding down in one smooth motion.
Jabbers’ cheek is turning a deep shade of red where she’d hit him,, and his breathing his ragged, lids lowered as he’s watching her rise from his form like a deranged pervert.
And he stares, licking blood from his teeth as she grips the bottom of her shirt and strips it, braless for comfort which he made no complaints over.
“Strip, idiot.” She snaps, and he’s ripping at his clothes, eager as ever to get to the good stuff.
She wasn’t that patient either- a light sheen of sweat covering her skin, every nerve feeling like a live wire as the drug pumped through her system.
And she loved it.
“You gonna use that Jinki on me, or what?” He murmurs, now standing across from her nude as the day he was born- not a lick of insecurity marring his delicately beautiful features as he unashamedly strokes his considerable length in front of her.
And even his cock was pretty- long and a bit slim, the skin looking velvety soft and even the angry shade of red tinging the tip was beautiful.
She can see goosebumps forming on his skin as she takes her time observing him.
Smooth, beautiful and deeply tanned skin marred by small scars everywhere- proud medals of his own experimentation upon himself mixed with the years of being a raider she was sure.
Skin that was stretched taught over lithe muscles, an athletic but slim build that was making her rub her thighs together, eager for any kind of friction.
She ponders his words, tapping her chin with her finger, before shrugging and reaching over to her jacket long discarded before their hedonistic acts had begun- hand slipping into pocket and pulling out the brass knuckles. She slips them onto her hand and flexes her fingers- before the glow of Anima shines in her eyes and her Jinki starts to take form.
Not boxing gloves- not right now.
Long, dainty yet deadly looking spikes emerge from the brass along her knuckles- turning a punch from blunt force to four lethal puncture wounds if she were to choose to do so.
And she glances back up at him, meandering towards Jabber as his eyes light up in delight.
“I knew you were holdin’ out on me.” He practically moans as she flips her hand, just barely dragging the tips of her Jinki down his chest, and a shuddering breath is drawn from him as he tilts his head back, itty-bitty pebbles of blood rising to the surface of his skin just from the slight brush of her thorns.
His head leans back, eyes closing as he enjoys the sting- only for his eyes to snap back open as her other hand connects with his face, drawing his full attention back to her.
And the look on her face was scary. Lust and disgust swirling behind her Anima as she grips his cheeks again.
“Stop looking at me and all this is over, you sick freak.” She murmurs- and the soft coo of her voice is starkly contrasted by a harsher, deeper drag of her Jinki down his right pectoral, a gasp being ripped from him as he nods quickly.
“God just keep talkin’ to me like that and I’ll give you whatever you want dollface.” Jabber whines, and the sardonic smirk that flies to her lips has his brows twitching into a pleading look- before he’s dropping to the ground and rushing up towards her- no hesitation whatsoever as he slams his face between her legs and starts rutting his nose against her clit through her shorts.
“Please tell me what you think of me, mami.” He groans, and she shudders, his desperate nuzzling of her core causing her to bite her lip as she tangles her hands in his locs.
Just this indecent trotting against her clothed pussy has her body twitching from the stimulation- and she’s groaning.
“I think you’re a nasty fucking pervert.”
She can see his hand go to wrap around his cock, pumping it languidly as his other goes to pull the barrier of her shorts aside to start licking hot, wet stripes up her core- and she realized she was already drenched when her shorts clung to her- no panties on like some kind of pervert herself.
“Come on, more.” Jabber demands whinily, and she’s gasping as he speaks, the rumble of his voice nuzzling across her folds, hips twitching towards his devious tongue and her Jinki deactivating as she’s so distracted by his actions.
“I think you’re an impulsive asshole who doesn’t deserve the nice meal he’s getting.” She hisses, and his resulting chuckle has her hands tightening in his locs- which in turn drags a low moan from the man.
Despite her words, she’s forcing him deeper, his tongue slipping from his lips once more and pressing inside of her entrance with an urgency that’s heightened by her grip on his head.
Her head is tilted back, soft moans escaping on her breath as she rides his face, hips rolling and her hands forcing him deeper- the sounds filling the darkened common area vulgar and wet, as he’s moaning and ravaging her cunt with his lips and tongue, head pressed so tight against her she couldn’t tell or care if he could breathe as she rocks her hips against him.
The drugs pumping through her body had her aware of every flick, every touch and practically every disgusting thought that ran through his mind, her body put into absolute overdrive as she felt that pulsing begin in her lower stomach.
“Fuuuck, stick your fingers in me you fucking asshole.” She demands, and he immediately complies, his middle and ring fingers plunging until her folds were wrapped around Mankira, his tongue coming to flick desperate licks across her clit as she could feel heat building in her lower abdomen.
“Jabber, don’t you dare fucking stop you stupid piece of shit.” She hisses through her lower teeth- and she can hear him laugh against her clit, and he’s staring up at her with his tongue between her folds, a blissed-out, pussy-drunk smile on his face as he forces a third finger inside her, Jabbers’ pace increasing as he moans against her cunt.
“Yessss mami give it to me, all mine, all mine…”
The drugs have her so wet it’s slipping down his forearm, the disgusting sound of her cunt being finger-fucked by the annoying asshole who wouldn’t give her a moment to breath like a symphony of debauchery, and the way he wraps his lips around her swollen clit and starts sucking it has her falling to pieces.
And she’s quivering- knees buckling and forcing him to catch her on his shoulders as her hands come to slap over her mouth to hold back her scream of ecstasy as the most depraved, sick orgasm she’d ever had rips through her body.
It felt like her soul had gotten punched out and slammed back in.
And Jabber isn’t letting up- he’s still sucking and curling those fingers in her and he’s not stopping- lapping at her and moaning like a whore against her, and she tries to yank him away, but he’s relentless.
“Nah-nah-nah, this shits’ all mine now- you’re gonna have to make an appointment.” He slurs against her, and she’s rolling her eyes, before she laces her hands through his locs and yanking him up hard.
And finally he allows himself to be ripped away, a moan being dragged from him as she grips his face with her other hand and starts cleaning her juices off of his throat and chin.
Jabber sticks his tongue out, and she greedily sucks on it, collecting the saliva and her desire that pooled on it before pulling back, and spitting into his waiting mouth.
And a shudder rips through him as he closes his mouth and swallows, before opening his mouth wide was a triumphant “aaaaahhhhh!”
“You’re fucking disgusting.” She murmurs cooly, and she can see his cock jerk up against his stomach, his teeth biting into his lower lip as he gazes at her from lowered lashes.
She glances down, and her brows twitch- a smirk ghosting past her lips as she reaches out- and flicks the head of his cock, his hips jerking back as a gasp is torn from his throat.
“Shit- warn a gu-“
SMACK!
She had a habit of shutting him up this way- though he wasn’t complaining.
“You’re gonna take any touch I give you happily- and you’re going to thank me for it.” She hisses- and his eyes widen, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows harshly before nodding.
“Yes, mami.”
And his obedience is rewarded by her hand- and the glow of her Anima returning- dragging the back of her spiked hand down the other side of his chest, a warbled cry softly leaving his lips as he reaches for her- only for his hands to be slapped away.
“What makes you think I want those hands all over me?” She sneers, and she can see a tremble start across his skin, and he’s dropping back down to his knees, hands dropping to his own lap as he starts begging her.
“Please, mami- I’m dyin’ here! Please let me inside that pretty pussy- it tastes so good I just know it’s gonna hug my cock so much nicer than you talk to me- please?” Jabber is gripping her thighs, looking up at her with glassy eyes and a pleading look that had her domineering attitude cracking.
She pinches his chin between her fingers and leans down, brushing their noses together in the first semblance of gentleness the whole night.
“Do you think you deserve it? You’ve been very annoying lately.” She murmurs, and she saw something snap behind his eyes- the gentleness giving him a go-ahead she hadn’t meant to give him, and he was rushing up and capturing her lips in a kiss that felt far too loving for the behavior they’d been partaking in.
His hands go to wrap around the back of her neck, and he’s rising, walking her backwards until her calves hit the couch and she’s forced to fall backwards, with him atop her.
“Please, please, I’ll be a good boy, I’ll be such a good boy for you….” Jabber is slurring against her lips, his hips rutting his cock against the curve of her hip against his will as he desperately hunts for any kind of relief for his aching length.
Her hands grip the locs at the base of his neck and pull his head back- gazing at his lust-drunk face with a soft, kind on of her own.
“You promise?” She murmurs, and he nods eagerly, dipping his head in to press loving kisses to the places his blood had smeared across her body when he’d pressed their chests together- the friction reopening the wounds and causing them to weep again.
“Mmm… okay.” And the permission she granted had him moaning in excitement, pulling back and gripping her hips- yanking her ass towards his upper legs and pressing her thighs up against her stomach.
The middle of her shorts is torn open with his hands as he desperately ruts his cock against her, the head of it running against her drug- stimulated clit and forcing her to writhe underneath him, the hot, firm weight of his body on her zapping all the live wires attached to her skin with an erotic heat.
“Thank you, thank you thank you thank you.” He’s moaning against her throat, as his hips pull back and his cock presses inside of her tight cunt, matching shivers running down their bodies as he makes his way home.
“Fuck, I was so right, I knew taking all that bitching was gonna be worth it.” He’s breathing against her, and she lets out a short bark of laughter, pulling his head away from her throat so she could look at his face.
“You’re so lucky you’re beautiful.” She murmurs, before bringing him in for another aching kiss- one too soft, too intimate than what they’d been giving each other.
And her loving words seemed to short-circuit him for a second, eyes going wide, body stilling- then a breathy, pathetic moan into their kiss he starts rolling his hips into hers.
“Ohhh fuck, new thing unlocked.” Jabber pants, and he’s staring her dead in the eyes as he leans back, pulling her ankles to rest on his shoulders.
Gone was the begging, pleading boy who was desperate for a taste of her- and here was a man who had figured out what else he wanted on his plate.
His hips are suddenly snapping against her, the couch inching across the floor with every thrust as he leans in to growl in her ear, in a mating press that had her eyes rolling into the back of her head in something other than exasperation.
It’s crazy how since racísts have lost the whole “Jabber isn’t black, he’s ____” debate, they’re now trying to say that he’s dumb and that he SA’d Amo when he took her vital instrument. Like is yall coo? 💀
Like it was just supposed to be a one night stand so he would leave you the fuck alone and you could stop feeling guilty about him being so pathetic, but then a week later you're the one crawling to him to do that thing where he had your back arching and hands gripping whatever they could hold while you gasped and cried out until your lost your breath.
Hey! People who are refusing to acknowledge that Gachiakuta is heavily influenced by black/African american culture and that the characters use AAVE! You're the most annoying fucking group of people in the Gachiakuta fandom.
All shade… why are people drawing Jabber white??😀 he talks like a nigga, acts like a nigga, has swagger like a nigga, and acts like a nigga. Hence, he a nigga. “Oh, but it's based in Japan-” my dear dunce of full-grown sperm sack. Just because it got a subversion and the creator is Japanese, and it's an anime doesn't mean the events take place in Japan. If we got by that logic y'all would know that Aot is based in Medieval Germany. Hell, he could clearly and body say “Nigga” and people would say “Oh but he's an asian man with dreads (Jump into this slap. JUMP INTO IT), " but I don't hear any of y'all saying that. Nor do I hear anybody talk bout Corvis (don't even get me started on the comments on his hair) and Semiu, only with the crazy light skin 👀 Racism is too normalised in the anime community, especially when it comes to a popular character. So many fanfics have depicted Jabber as being a rough, aggressive, sadistic and nothing more than an “evil light skin” , “yn” ,”He would fail all his classes” (Hello? Get down. GET DOWN!!) despite him being insanely smartest man in the show is generally gonna make me crash out... 😀😀 the “I wanna buy him”/”hell make a good slave” .. Are you people mental????
Read a Enjin fanfic, made the universal mistake of going into the comments and saw “Get king Von outta here✌️🏽😂”/”Jabber would beat his partner.”/ “[insert him being watered down to a feral black stereotype]” Do you see me fucking laughing my nigga?! This fandom is HELL to even BREATHE on!! With the “oh Jabber r@ped Amo cause she screamed.”… a brother can't steal J’s anymore??? Yes he's evil, not THAT levels evil or are y'all just too comfortable accusing black men with rape ?😁
As much as I genuinely rather chew a crack heads asscheeks through a rusty coke needle and be his single baby mother with hiv, I fear this anime's fandom becoming like My Hero Academia😭😔 (As much as I love the show) all them rasicts and pedophiles, I saw them eri fanarts [insert Cardi b side eye]from there are spreading like a virus. And it's honestly horrifying to see.
In conclusion, Jabber is black just light-skinned. That's my nigga. Fuck racist. Fuck Period pains. Fuck pedophiles. And fuck Donald Trump. ✌️🏽😘
Warnings: Black fem reader, use of the n word (don’t come in my notifications with no stupid shit.), reader beats mira’s ass (unapologetic), drinking, besides the fighting this one is pretty tame lmao
WC: 1k
Tag list: @kokonoooi
“There’s something in this liquor. The air is getting thicker.”
“All I want is you.”
“All wanna do is drink and fuck, drink, drink and fuck.”
“…that color looks good on you.” The pink haired man spoke as he guided Y/n to the V.I.P section. The man with eyes as dark as the night, short white hair with an undercut stared at you. A neutral expression on his face. There was another white haired man with a side cut, dyed with black lines. His cat-like eyes had y/n in a trance. “Well, aren’t you pretty?” The man with the cat eyes purred, his lips drawing up into a smirk as he sipped on his Rosé. Beside him sat two men with a tattoo on their Adam’s apple. They wore lazy smirks as they stared y/n down. The one with the lavender and black mullet eyes lingered on y/n legs. Licking his lips as he stared at her oiled up thighs. “Damn…”
The one with the shorter lavender and black hair, spoke up next. “You picked a pretty one, boss.” Then there was the calm, quiet one…with blue hair. His mysteriousness drew y/n to him.”
“C’mere, princess.” The shirt white haired man spoke up. Sanzu led you to his leader, Mikey’s hand reaching out. Pulling you on top of his lap. “Have a few drinks with us.” It wasn’t a question, it was a demand. “Sure, why not.” Y/n shrugged and held her glass up. So did everyone else. She took a sip of her cocktail. Starting to feel tipsy.
“You smell good, princess.” The man y/n now knew as Mikey whispered into her ear. The scent of her vanilla lotion and body oil filling his nose. His hands gripped her hips. Pulling her back, pulling her closer so that she could feel what she was doing to him. “You smell good enough to eat, Princess.”
His words sent shivers down y/n spine. The feeling of his hard cock pressing into y/n lower back pulled a small whimper out of y/n. Her phone kept buzzing. Multiple texts from her now ex. She sighed and turned off her phone. “What’s wrong, doll?” Rindou was the first to break the moment of silence.
“Oh, nothing. I broke up with my ex-boyfriend and he won’t leave me alone cause I kicked him out my shit.” She rolled her eyes. Ran chuckled and finished off his drink, pouring him another. “What did he do to make you kick him out then come to a club? And called me a slut.”
“His bitch ass cheated on me with my ex-best friend.” Y/n huffed, taking another shot. “I wanna forget about him.”
“Damn, he ain’t shit.” Kokonoi huffed, sipping on his cocktail. “We’ll help get him off your mind, kitten. That’s if you want us to..” it was Sanzu’s turn to speak. A smirk on his scarred face. “That would be amazing.” Y/n leaned back against Mikey’s shoulder. Absent-mindedly tracing shapes on his chest. Mikey silently looked at his men with a smirk on his face. Their scheme is going according to plan.
“Let’s go dance, doll.” Rindou stood, holding his hand out to her. She grinned and happily took his hand in hers. Following him to the dance floor, Ran followed close behind. The three of them had a ball on the floor, grinding against each other. Her arm wrapped around Ran as Rindou gripped her waist. Y/n grinds against the younger Haitani as she finds herself getting lost in the music. Though the once enjoyable moment was soon lost as the voice she dreaded the most called her name.
“Y/n? What the fuck?!” Hanma’s voice sounded over the music. Her eyes shot towards him to see him standing there with Mira. Y/n rolled her eyes in disgust and did her best to ignore him. Continuing to dance with the Haitani brothers, until she was yanked away from their warmth by a cold hand.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing? You really are a slut, huh?” Hanma gripped y/n wrist tight causing her to wince. “All I’m doing is dancing and stop acting like I’m your bitch. News flash. I’m not.” Y/n hissed. Ran and Rindou found themselves by Y/n’s side once more. Followed by Kokonoi, Kakucho, Sanzu and Mikey. They all stood defensively around y/n. Their aura is threatening.
“I advise you to let go of her and watch your tone.” Mikey’s arm wrapped around her waist. Pulling Y/n flush against his chest. “She’s mine.” He spoke in an all too calm tone, it was almost scary. But, it sent shocks straight to Y/N’s cunt. “Yours? She’s my gi-“ Hanma started only to hear a click behind his head followed by something hard and cold against the back of his head. “You heard the boss. Fuck off.” Sanzu had his Glock pressed against Hanma’s head. Finger on the trigger.
“Y/n, is this the guy that you were talking about?” Kokonoi asked, looking at Hanma with slitted eyes. “Yeah, it is. And *his bitch*, Mira.” Y/n frowned. “Where is security?” Ran huffed. “Y/n stop playing and let’s go. I’m sor-“ Hanma got cut off by y/n. “I don’t wanna fucking hear it, nigga. Fuck out my face.” She walked away, only to be blocked by Mira. In an instant, y/n felt a stinging pain against her cheek. Did this hoe just…y/n laughed before her fist connected with Mira’s nose. A nasty ‘crack’ sounding through the air, knocking Mira on her ass.
“Bitch, I told you that I’ll beat your ass next time I see you. First, you fuck my man, then you put your hands on me?” Y/n sent blow after blow to her face. Mira cried out as y/n swung. Mikey and his men stood, watching the scene with amusement in their eyes. Kakucho and Rindou hold Hanma back from interfering as y/n beats Mira’s ass. Everyone stood around in shock, some even filming the scene. Y/n dealt one final blow, and stood over her. “Get lost and take Hanma with you.” she scowled. Hanma ran over to Mira and picked her up. With one final look to Y/n, the two left.
“Damn, doll…you are something else.” Rindou chuckled. Y/n looked at him then to the bar, shaking her head. “I need a fucking drink.”
unpopular opinion, but I kind of cringe when I see Jabber being portrayed as some daddy dom top, to me, he looks the type to let you peg him with a collar and leash, and that's exactly what I want to do to him, I want to hear him moan and wail as I fuck his prostate with my 9 inch strap while I pull his hair so far back he could look up at the ceiling.
unpopular opinion, but I kind of cringe when I see Jabber being portrayed as some daddy dom top, to me, he looks the type to let you peg him with a collar and leash, and that's exactly what I want to do to him, I want to hear him moan and wail as I fuck his prostate with my 9 inch strap while I pull his hair so far back he could look up at the ceiling.
ׂ╰┈➤ Warnings: fem reader, p in v intercourse, fox hybrid!kita, KNOTTING, praise, (switch?) kita, (dom?) reader, biting, light choking, breeding mention, that's all, I believe.
ׂ╰┈➤ WC: 1,898
Owning a hybrid was difficult for most people, except you. You had the sweetest, kindest little fox known to man. Always so good and obedient. You came home from work to find him as good as ever. Sitting on the sofa waiting patiently for you to return. As soon as you walked through the threshold of the door, he perked up. Ears going straight, tail swaying back and forth slowly. He was ready. Needy, hot…overwhelmed.
The one thing about owning a hybrid…the ruts. He was *aching*, cock throbbing within its confines. You took off your coat and shoes at the door. Setting your purse down on the coffee table before walking over to him. Your poor boy. He needed you, and you knew exactly what he needed. “Hey, Shinsuke. Have you been a good boy today?”
Your voice was soft and smooth, a set of fingers treading through his hair in a slow motion. Nails tenderly scratching at his scalp. Something he came to love. Your touch comforted the amorous fox. He leaned into your palm as if it would disappear. Your free hand came down and slowly caressed his cheek. Feeling how warm, no…hot he was. He was burning up, whimpering soft pleas into your shirt. He needed to be buried in something. In *you*.
“My my, darling you’re burning up. What do you need, hm?” Your voice made his ears twitch. That sultry tone that made him let out a small groan. Squeezing his eyes shut, imagining your cunt squeezing his cock. Precum leaked through the fabric of his pants. “Use your words.” Your voice was a little firmer this time around. Wanting to hear him tell you what he wanted.
“You…I need you please.” His voice was soft and shaky. His hands are clutching at your sides. Nails slowly become claws, digging into your skin. “It hurts…” he whimpered out and that broke you. Leading him up to the bedroom. You had to take care of your poor fox. You couldn’t leave him in such a predicament. You guided him down onto the bed. Straddling his hips, leaning down to press your lips against his. Capturing his lips in a soft kiss. It only made him grasp for you with need.
Soft pleas being mumbled and whined for you to do something. He needed friction, anything to take the pressure off his cock. Your hips rocked against his, soft gasps filling the air. He gripped your hips as his back arched off the bed slightly. Hips bucking up into yours. It wasn’t enough, he needed more, *wanted* more. His hands started messily fumbling with your clothes, tugging at the fabric to let you know he wanted it removed. You granted it to him. His wish is your command after all. Removing your clothes, never taking your eyes off his. You worked on his next. Slowly removing pieces of clothing from his body. You got down to his underwear, precum had stained the front of the dark grey boxers. Twitching greedily.
You coo’d softly and hooked your fingers in the waistband, pulling them down until his cock bounced out, hitting his stomach. He whined, the sound rang through your ears. You wrapped a hand around his throbbing base. Pumping his shaft in a fluid motion, thumb swiping over the leaky tip. You slowly sink to your knees, lips wrapping around the weeping head slowly. A shaky moan fell from his lips as the feeling of your soft, feathery ones made their way around his dick. You took him further, sinking down and taking him inch by inch until he hit the back of your throat. A moan of delight left your lips. The sound vibrated against his cock, making him keen.
Hips bucking, forcing himself further down the tight, wet canal. The force caused you to gag and pull back slightly before taking him down once more. It became a repetitive motion. Up and down, up and down. The sound of his moans, mixed with the slick mixture of spit and his fluids filled the air. Kita’s fists clenched at the sheets, balling them within his palm. Something to ground him, to keep him from floating away as he experienced the feeling of your mouth encasing him. Trapping him in a blissful experience. Slow and messy, slurping and sucking sounds bounced off the walls. He twitched once, twice– he was close. So close to filling your throat with cum, but you just wouldn’t give him that sweet release. Not yet, you climbed back on top of him and encased his body under yours. Hands beside his head, staring him in the eyes until yours trailed down, leaning down to capture his pale skin between your teeth. Nipping gently at the skin. Immediately finding that pulse point that sent pleasure shooting straight for his brain.
Your hips rocked back and forth, your juices mixing with the spit and precum covering his shaft. Skin slicking together with delicious friction. You let out a soft moan as his tip caught the tip of your clit. A small hiss leaving them when it happens for a second time. “Tell me what you need, baby. I’ll give it to you, anything you want.” You purred in his pointed ear. Tempting and alluring. Like a siren calling out to him. It made his pelvis stutter against yours, desperately. “Inside–I want to be inside.” It was a soft growl that left his lips, that left no more room for discussion. Letting you know just how much he needed you. You grasp his cock in your hand, lining him up with your entrance as you sit down. Both well lubricated, it was an easy slide down. Seating yourself on his cock, adjusting to the size as he took up the space in your walls.
A broken moan left his lips, finally feeling your walls clamp down around his cock was like *Heaven* to him. Shinsuke’s hands shot from the sheets to your hips, grasping them tightly. Trying his best to keep himself from rutting inside you like a complete animal. The way you fluttered around him was too much. Gummy walls sucking him in as you slowly started a steady bounce on top of him, palms moving to rest on his chest as you stood on the balls of your feet. Your cunt opened a little wider for him with the new position, allowing him to slide in deeper causing a sharp moan to fall from your lips. He was so deep. Leaking tip protruding your cervix and making itself at home as if it lived there. “Y-y/n!” he cried out, thighs already quivering from trying to hold his composure. Your pace quickened as your hips slammed against his over and over. Your manicured nails digging into his pecs, your eyes rolling back in tandem as his cock brushed against that sweet spot in you and your walls fluttered around him in response, soaking him a little more.
Wet sounds filled the air once more, your moans mixing together in a symphony. You were taking everything he had to give you. Tight cunt milking him for all that he’s worth. It didn’t take long for you to feel him twitch inside you, signaling the impending release. His moans turned to whimpers and pleas the closer he got, breaths turning into small huffs, hands tightening that hold on your waist. Holding you so tight that it would possibly leave the indents of his fingers pressed into your skin. “You’re going so good for me, Shin. Fuck– filling me up, taking everything I give you, and using your manners.” You smiled sweetly at your fox below you, hips still rocking against his as you hooked two fingers in his mouth, pressing down on his tongue. His hips stuttered, he almost busted right then and there. No no, he couldn’t not yet– he didn’t even ask permission yet. A sharp whine fell from his lips until they wrapped around your digits, sucking on them as you bounced prettily on top of him. God, it was a sight to see. You looked like a goddess above him.
It wasn’t long before you felt your own climax near, thighs starting to burn with each movement. That’s when you spoke once more. In a voice that set off alarms in Kita’s head. “C’mon baby, tell me what you want. Let me hear it.” your voice rang. ‘Breed. Breed. Breed.” is all it kept repeating. Repeating the urge to fill up the tight, gushing hole nice and deep until it stuck. “Fuckfuckfuck!” he lost control, couldn’t hold back anymore. He grasped your hips, pulling out until the tip remained the only thing nestled in your warm confines. His eyes became predatory, looking at you as if you were prey in that very moment. Heels of his feet pressed into the mattress, readying himself. “Talk to m-” you got cut off with the sound of your own scream filling your ears as he slammed you back down on his cock. His hips thrusted up half way to meet yours. Skin smacking together, bodies sweating. “You, you, you! I-I want you. Wanna… wanna fill you up. Mine! You’re mine!” his canines became pointed fangs poking from the corner of his mouth, digging into his bottom lip.
The words made you short circuit, lost in a daze that you didn’t feel as his cock started growing harder and harder. Becoming more sensitive, more precum leaking from his slit. Coating the insides of your gooey walls. You, on the other hand, left a white sticky ring around his cock from your bouncing. Both of your thighs were quivering, but it didn’t stop him. Nothing could, as he runs into you quick and rough. Your tits bounced in his face, whimpers and moans leaving your throat as he brought y'all to your highs. Breathing quick and uneven, hands greedily grabbing at one another until he pulled you flush against his chest. Hands tangled in your hair, growling and biting into your shoulder, his thrusts got slower. Not stopping but they got harder, rougher with each one. Impaling you on the thick base. You arched into him, cunt greedily sucking in his cock.
One, two–three more thrusts was all it took. One final *deep* thrust onto your quivering hole was all it took for him to fill you up. His bulbous head swelling up in the opening of your cervix, planting his knot there. A long groan left his lips at the suffocating squeeze. “So tight–fuck…” he gasped. When you came down from your high, you tried to move but immediately stopped when you felt a pressure filled tug in your abdomen. He was still hard and stuck deep inside you. He looked at you apologetically, holding your hips steady so you wouldn’t hurt yourself. “Sorry, I lost control.” His soft voice came back. A little hoarse from what transpired moments before.
“It’s okay, Shinsuke. You did so well for me. So good, my sweet boy.” the praise shot straight to his dick, causing it to twitch within its confines. You giggled at the feeling and brushed some of the hair off his sweaty forehead, and pressed a kiss to his head. It was gonna be a long night.
Hey! It’s that time again yall. Spooky Szn is amongst us! This is a collab I’m doing with my wonderful friend @bleach-your-panties for this 2025 kinktober.
This Freak Fest will include: ghouls, demons, incubus/succubus, masked psycho killers, and all! There will be inappropriate themes AS WELL as dark content and triggering themes. All minors and ageless blogs, GO ABOUT YA BUSINESS, thank you.
Anyways, without further a due, lets get into it!! Below the cut is the schedule for this Freak Fest and please remember, you MUST BE 18+ to enter! Have fun gals and ghouls.
WEEK ONE
Oct 5.- UNBEARABLE NEED- Kita S. (@ranspuppy)
WARNINGS: fem reader, p in v intercourse, fox hybrid!kita, KNOTTING, praise, (switch?) kita, (dom?) reader, biting, light choking, breeding mention, that's all, I believe.
