#jabber

[soaked-doors]

the b in birthday stands for breaking and entering

[kurtiness]

JABBER IS A CHEM MAJOR BECAUSE *I* AM A STEM MAJOR AND I SAID SO

[lookmiik]

freaks!!!! i love them

[beatrizshy]

Janka for bedtime, I have an exam tomorrow wish me luck!!!

[seraphfy]

his ass is NOOOTTT listening

[somedeimi1]

Pride

[miniaturekeytar]

i'll have whatever he's having

[fre4krena]

JABBER'S an annoying little shit… until he’s covered in blood and making out with you. then he gets even worse.

"let's make out, come on, comeoncome—" jabber had been pestering you for the past hour, his voice a relentless, teasing hum in the back of your mind. normally, his stupid overboard antics didn’t get under your skin. but today was different. today, you were on your last nerve.

you were trying to fix a gadget, carefully navigating the tiny maze of wires and cogs with your pliers. precision required quiet, focus, and patience. quiet was something you had cherished long before this leech decided you were his favorite person.

he leaned close, his shoulder brushing yours, his warm breath teasing the side of your face. “you’re so boring… c’mon, kiss me— kissmekissme—”

that was it.

you needed to shut him up.

you dropped your tools with a clank, seizing him by the collar and yanking him toward you with deliberate force. your lips smashed into his, hard enough to sting, and then your tongue slid into his mouth, claiming it with sheer dominance. he hummed low, muffled against you, eyes rolling back and fluttering shut as your hand cupped his jaw, teeth grazing his bottom lip, drawing a thin line of blood. the metallic tang mixed with the heat of his mouth, setting your own pulse racing.

jabber moaned into you, caught under your control, his hands tangling in your hair as your tongues tangled together in a fierce, messy rhythm. each press of your mouth was sharp, demanding, your frustration pouring through every bite, every press. you could taste him; salty, slightly sweet, spiked with the copper of his blood and it made you want more.

another guttural moan slipped from him just as you pulled back, a thick string of saliva and blood stretching between you, snapping with a wet pop! his lips were swollen, glistening crimson, while yours bore a faint tint, like a devilish, bloody lipstick.

“holy shit… " he stared at you, dazed for a moment, then grinned wide, eyes dark with hunger. "that was so fucking hot. i’m hard. let’s do it again—”

so much for shutting him up.

★ i wanna make out with him diaudbahiudad looooord