but still, you end up underneath my skin 🩸
jabber wonger x dom gn raider reader—he’s ticked you off.
-coworkers(?) to… something, fast burn, masochism, fade to black, suggestive
You knew that Jabber was trouble.
You really did.
So why did you ever agree to go on a mission with him?
You found yourself repeating regretful questions in your mind, struggling to come up with an answer. The tang of blood on your tongue, the sharp pain blooming in your ribs.
You look away from the Cleaners in front of you and glance at Jabber, standing next to you.
He’s overjoyed. Who would’ve guessed.
“If we wouldn’t have followed your crappy sense of direction, we wouldn’t have run into them.” You wince at how much it hurts your chest to just breathe.
“Good thing we did, right?”
“Fuck you, Jabber.” You return, wiping some blood off of your mouth. Both of you are suffering injuries that will probably immobilize you if you leave it for too long. The only thing that could probably save you now was Jabber’s toxins.
And you definitely don’t want any of that shit.
Quite unfortunately for you, though, your batshit crazy teammate seemed to have the same idea.
He turned to you, smiling like he had just uncovered treasure—“Hey…. you don’t mind if I….”
“No. Hell no, don’t even think about it,” You protested, pointing your jinki at him.
“Are you two just going to argue or actually come at us? We don’t have all day,” The Cleaners cut in, rolling their eyes. Smug bastards.
You tsked, “Shut that fat mouth of yours for a second and—“ Wait.
Who the hell was laughing down your neck?
You felt a prick on your nape; metal sinking into your skin, drawing out blood. Your consciousness quickly started to fade, muscles going stiff—Jabber, you sick fuck-!
The only thing you see before your world goes dark are the Cleaners’ faces going pale and a glimpse of Jabber’s feral smile.
You walk around the raiders’ base with heavy steps. You’d been feeling sick to the bone ever since taking Jabber’s drugs in your system.
“Where is he when I actually need to find him, this motherfucker…” You murmured to yourself, rubbing your temples. “Jabber!”
No response.
He must know he’s pissed you off.
You eventually find him in one of the rooms, sitting in some ratchety couch. “…Yo,” He greets you when you first see him.
Your eyes sharpen with pure venom.
You immediately walk up to him, standing in front of his spot on the couch. “That’s all you have to say?”
Jabber stays put, raising his hands in a lazy defense. “Hey, don’t crash out on me, alright? If you wouldn’t have gone berserk with my toxin, we’d have both been dead right then and there.”
“Why couldn’t you have used it on yourself?” You answer with a snarl.
“It works longer on you.”
You sigh and pinch your nosebridge. “Not a good enough reason.”
“That’s too damn bad.”
You click your tongue and suddenly pull his locs with your hand by the scalp. “Watch your tone.”
Honestly, you don’t know what to expect from this maniac anymore—because he full-on groans. He groans when you pull his hair, like it’s instinct. He groans like something you’d hear in porn.
“…Really?” He says, smirk sly. “You trying to sway me like this?”
You wish you could bash his head in right now. Well, you probably could.
But, unexpectedly… you also wanted to play this game for a little longer.
You retort, “It’s working a little too well, don’t you think?”
“What’chu you want out of me anyways, pretty?” He bites his lip, looking up at you with hooded eyes—you have to admit, it makes your mouth water.
“An apology.” And maybe some more of those delightful sounds.
“Ah, I dunno… don’t feel like I owe you one.”
You tug on his hair again and he whimpers this time. Like a pathetic dog, you think.
“Pathetic and stubborn… what an awful combination,” You tut. “Just apologize. That’s all I want.”
His smirk doesn’t waver. Oh, he’s definitely dragging this out.
“Make me,” He replies, as you bend down to nuzzle in the crook of his neck. “What’re you-?”
You bite down on the supple skin of his pulse point. Hard.
He gasps and bites his own lip hard enough to draw blood. “Ow! God, ffffuck, that hurts!”
Soothing the bitten spot with light kisses, you hum, “You ready to give me a heartfelt ‘sorry’ yet?”
For a moment, as Jabber swallows thickly, you wonder if that’s really all it takes to bend him. To be honest, if it is, you’d be very disappointed. You were just getting started, after all.
“Mm—no,” He grunts, eyelids heavy. “Not yet. Do it again.”
…Nevermind.
This should be plenty enough to keep you entertained.
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