18+ | p in v, unprotected, edging, handjob, slapping w/ sub!jabber x dom!fem!reader part one
“trash beasts have been spotted near canvas town,” enjin informs you, a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. he takes a drag and slowly exhales the smoke.
“take care of it.”
the desert around canvas town greets you with dry heat and the familiar smell of rotting garbage. fragments protrude from the sand everywhere—old signs, broken machines, things that no one wanted anymore.
as soon as you are far enough from the town, the trash begins to stir.
“i'll take the one on the right,” says zanka, drawing his jinki, lovely assistaff.
you look up at the trash monster, crack your neck once, “then the other one is mine.”
with one swift movement, you lunge forward, your jinki firmly in your hand. metal on metal, the monster hisses, its scrappy limbs lashing out at you. you hit it with a well-aimed blow, it staggers back, and before it can recover, you follow up. sparks fly, dust swirls, and a final, ugly squeal erupts.
the final blow lands neatly. the monster falls apart into its individual parts, rusty fragments raining down onto the floor with a clatter. dust and dirt cling to your lungs.
you turn around, already half annoyed.
“are you done yet? i want to get ba—”
you fall silent. you blink. once. twice.
zanka is gone.
no fighting noises, no swearing, no movement. just emptiness where he was just a moment ago. your gaze automatically wanders further.
the second trash monster has also disappeared.
a quiet, annoyed sigh escapes you.
“at least we got that dealt with,” you mutter.
the job is done. at least the trash beasts part of it.
your footsteps crunch over broken plastic and rusted metal as you move through the dry wasteland. where is he? your gaze wanders restlessly over the surroundings, your eyes hunting for every movement and searching for the chaos that only zanka can leave behind.
your thumb finds the choker around your neck. “zanka?”
nothing. you frown and press again, a little harder this time. “zanka?”
“typical...” you sigh as your pulse quickens slightly.
then – screams.
your head snaps up. not close, but close enough. your gaze follows the sound, lingering on a cloud of smoke rising into the sky.
and there you see it. a portal.
shimmering green and blue, it flickers in the air. it hovers slightly above the ground, right next to a figure you know all too well. zanka.
your stomach flips.
“no...” flows silently through your mind.
raiders.
the smell of burning trash suddenly hangs heavier in the air, as if the world itself has held its breath. your hand unconsciously clenches into a fist. this is no coincidence. it never is.
enjin's mission echoes in your head, but it loses its meaning. trash monsters were easy. raiders are not. raiders show no mercy. raiders leave nothing but chaos—and death.
“damn it, zanka...” you mutter and start moving.
you don't hesitate.
the ground vibrates under your footsteps, trash crunches as you finally reach zanka. he's already in the middle of a fight, his back half-turned toward you, a raider in front of him, grinning. you throw yourself between them without thinking, your jinki crashing into the raider's body.
you fight side by side, so in sync that it feels almost mechanical. you cover the left, zanka the right, punches, dodges, dirt in your mouth, adrenaline in your blood. the raider staggers, he slumps back a little.
a breathless laugh escapes his throat as he raises his arm. the space behind him begins to shimmer.
“enough messing around.”
another portal opens.
your heart sinks into your stomach.
jabber.
he steps out of the green-blue crack like a predator confident of its prey. his eyes land on you immediately, widening for a brief moment. then his mouth stretches into a broad, menacing grin.
“you again?” he hisses, his voice full of smug delight. “did you miss me, pretty?”
a warm shiver rises to your face, the heat of embarrassment burning your cheeks. right in front of zanka? it's embarrassing. more than embarrassing. your mind refuses to stay still – flashbacks of old encounters flicker through your head: the dangerously close moments with Jabber. all at once.
you swallow, fighting the fluttering in your stomach and the unexpected pounding in your chest.
jabber doesn't hesitate any longer. in one fluid motion, he's by your side, claws extended, his movements as smooth as they are dangerous. you react too late.
his claw scratches your shoulder—a sharp pain shoots through you, hot and burning. then you realize: a toxin is seeping into your body through the claws. an icy shiver shoots through your veins, paralyzing your muscles for a moment, making every breath difficult.
you stagger back, stumbling over the rubbish, blood mixing with the burning poison in your skin. your head is pounding, the ground is swaying.
“fuck...!” you manage to say as you desperately try to lift your jinki, but the poison is robbing your limbs of control, your reactions slowing.
jabber is back again, quick as lightning, his eyes sparkling with mockery. every punch, every kick, every move you make is blocked. you try to hit him, but he dodges effortlessly, countering with a blow to your ribs that almost forces you to the ground.
your breath catches, panic rises, the poison burns like fire through your body, paralyzing you, weakening you. you see zanka being torn through the portal. fuck. your gaze falls back to jabber, who stands before you, unstoppable.
“now it's just the two of us, huh?” he grins down at you from above. you try to look as threatening as possible, furrowing your eyebrows as much as your paralyzed muscles will allow. jabber tilts his head at your almost pitiful sight. he kneels in front of you, his hand rises, one of his claws comes closer. surprisingly, he doesn't strike, but slowly strokes your cheek with one of his claw's.
your eyes widen slightly. “what are you doing, freak?” you spit at him. the poison in your body is warm, too warm. every vein is almost burning hot. you start to gasp, desperately trying to get cold air into your lungs. you swallow the saliva that has pooled in your mouth.
“how do you like my poison, sweetheart?” coos the raider in front of you. his grin widens, enjoying your reaction to his toxin. he leans in closer, his breath hot against your skin. “feels good, doesn’t it?”
his claw trails down from your cheek to trace along your collarbone.
“shut up,” you grit out, muscles screaming as you force your hand up to push him away.
he catches your wrist effortlessly with his free hand, squeezing just enough to make you wince. “no no no…don’t push me away.”
with a burst of stubborn strength, you twist free and drive him back, pinning him against the cracked wall of a shattered building.
“stop touching me,” you snarl, ands braced against his chest.
but instead of being intimidated, he simply smiles wider, pressing close.
“make me,” he challenges with a shit-eating grin, as his hand slowly lifts your shirt.
you catch his hand mid-motion and slam it into the wall beside his head, the impact cracking loose a spray of dust.
“oh no,” you snap, crowding him back against the stone. “we are not doing this again, freak.”
he laughs softly, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he stares you up and down. “oh? And what makes you think i’m going to listen?”
he tries to pull his hand free but you hold firm. he leans in closer, voice dropping to a whisper. “last time was fun though…”
you lean in too, your gaze unflinching. “you act like a untouched whore,” you sneer
his pink eyes darken with something hungry - not embarrassment, but raw, arousal. a low moan escapes his throat as you call him that, and his struggling ceases entirely. "fuck, doll." his voice drops, laced with want. "say it again." his hips press forward against yours in response, shameless and unashamed, seeking more contact.
your hand snaps up, slapping across his cheek. “didn’t i just say don’t touch me?” you scoff. “or are you really that desperate?”
your slap leaves a faint mark across his cheek, but instead of anger, his grin only grows wider. his tongue darts out to lick his lips slowly. "yeah" he leans into your grip unapologetically. "desperate for you, pretty. every time i see you... fighting me like this..."
“you’re insane,” you pant, heat flooding your body as the poison burns through you.
"insane for you." he admits giddy, leaning in to press a rough kiss to your neck. "can't help it... you're fucking beautiful when you're angry." he bites down gently, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. "and your mouth... fuck, your sweet mouth."
your hand slides from his chest to his throat, fingers tightening as you yank him back by the hair. your other hand clamps over his mouth. “enough.”
his eyes roll back slightly at the sensation of your hand on his throat, not in pain but in pleasure. he bites down gently on your palm instead of fighting back. his hips grind against yours involuntarily as he feels your other hand tugging his hair. "mmph-"
“what the fuck,” you scoff, raking your gaze over his pathetic form. “you need my touch that badly?”
"yes" he moans the word out, eyes half-lidded and dark with need. his body arches into yours. "your hands on me... even when you're trying to hurt me... fuck, it's perfect." he tries to kiss your palm covering his mouth.
you let out a short laugh. “there’s no hope for you.” you peel your hand away from his mouth and trace your thumb along his jaw, deliberate and dismissive.
"nope. none." he admits freely, his tongue licks your thumb hungrily. "you can slap me, hit me, push me away..." his hips buck forward again. "and i'm right back to wanting you."
You step back just far enough to break the contact, a slow grin tugging at your lips. “if you really want to touch me,” you say sweetly, “you’re going to have to beg.”
he groans loudly at the loss of contact, eyes fluttering shut before snapping open to meet your gaze. his throat bobs as he swallows hard, and his hips jerk forward again, seeking out your warmth. "fuck you." he breathes out, his grin never left his face.
“you wish,” you say, head tilting slightly. “come on—use your words, freak.”
"you're evil..." he practically whines, his hands twitching at his sides like he wants to grab you. "i hate how good you look when you're being a bitch." his voice drops to a rough whisper. "please let me touch you."
a slow grin curves your mouth. “alright. since you asked so nicely.”
the moment the words leave your lips, he's on you like a starving man. one hand fists in your hair, yanking your head back while his other wraps around your waist, pressing you flush against him. "finally—" his lips crash against your throat, biting and sniffing and marking every inch of exposed skin.
your hand trails down his chest, stopping low, at his bulge. you give a light squeeze, just to remind him who’s in control.
a choked moan escapes him, his entire body shuddering at the contact. he buries his face in your neck, breathing hard. "fuck—yes- please-" his hips buck into your grip involuntarily, completely losing control. he wants you so bad it hurts. the raider who can't betamed, reduced to a whimpering mess by your touch.
you tilt your head, voice low and mocking. “so needy,” you breathe. “what do you want, hm? say it.”
"want your hands everywhere..." he pants against your skin. "want your fingers on me... fuck, want your mouth, your teeth..." his hips are grinding slow and desperate against your grip. "want you to ruin me, doll. please." the words come out raw, completely vulnerable. "i've been dreaming about this..."
your hand sneaks its way into his pants, lowering them enough to let his dick spring free. your eyes widen, heart skipping a beat, caught completely off guard. “so pretty,” you whisper, gripping him gently.
his head falls back with a loud groan as your hand wraps around him. he's thick and hard, pulsing in your grip. "yeah-fuck-just like that—" his hips start thrusting into your hand, slowly at first but quickly gaining speed.
your thumb slides to the tip, smearing his pre cum all over his dick.
"ahh fuck—dirty girl—" he groans, his voice getting higher and needier. "you gonna jerk me off like this? right here where anyone could see?" he giggles, not caring how exposed both of you are. "god, youre perfect"
you lean closer, your lips brushing his ear. “you’re so pathetic,” you whisper.
he shudders at your words, hips stuttering as he chokes on a moan. one hand grabs your waist tighter while the other claws desperate at your back. "so pathetic for you—" his voice is barely coherent, broken by gasps. "can't think straight when you touch me-fuck, i'm already so close—"
you giggle into his neck, “so good,” then pull your hand back with a sly grin.
his body freezes, his hard length twitching against your stomach as you remove your hand. a whimper escapes him, and he actually pouts. "no-youre so mean—" his pout turns into a grin, “turns me on even more though.”
“that’s for poisoning me.” your finger drifts across his jaw, a warning disguised as a caress. “wanna cum now?”
"yes, fuck yes-i'll do anything—" he's practically shaking now, his cock leaking all over your stomach. "please pretty girl... wanna cum so bad.." his voice is pitiful and needy but so fucking attractive.
“so,” you breathe, teeth brushing his lips, “where do you wanna cum, freak?”
he swallows hard, his body trembling. "wherever you want-fuck, wherever you want me to—" he crashes his smiling lips against yours. "on you, inside you, all over your pretty face-just let me—" he whimpers.
“inside me? Wanna make me feel good?”
"fuck yeah—" he's already trying to push your skirt up, his hands shaking. "want to be inside you so bad... want to feel you clamp around me... fuck, i've been fantasizing about it for weeks—" he giggles, his cock is pressed against your thigh, twitching.
“weirdo.” one last kiss, and you twist away, arching your ass against him as your cheek rubs against the wall.
"yes ma—" he drops his gaze to your ass, his eyes hungry as he pushes your skirt up higher. he doesn't bother with your panties, his fingers just slide underneath, two of them slipping inside you with no warning. "mhm, you're dripping already..." he giggles, wiggling them slow and deep.
you moan, “fuck.”
he grins against your back, his fingers curling inside you. he spreads your legs wider and adds another finger, hitting that sweet spot that makes you gasp. "you like that, pretty girl?"
“s-shut up,” you groan. “and fuck me already.”
he pulls his fingers out and licks them clean, moaning at your taste. "fucking delicious..." He steps closer to you, his hard dick pressing against your hole. "you want my cock inside you? stretching you out?" he leans over your shoulder to bite your neck.
“jabber, fuck off-” you didn’t get to finish the sentence.
"mhm, youre so fucking tight- hah-” he grabs your hips and slowly pushes his cock inside you, inch by inch. he's big and thick, stretching you wide open. you can feel every vein as he fills you up completely. "is this what you wanted, pretty?" he starts moving slowly.
“don’t stop-” you moan as you arch into his touch.
he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you back onto him harder and faster. "fuck... you're so fucking wet... taking my dick so good," he kisses and bites your neck, marking you. "you like getting fucked by a freak, pretty girl?"
“ah! fuck, youre so deep," you bite your bottom lip, one of your hands sneaks behind, pulling on one of his locks.
he groans loudly as you pull his hair, his hips slamming against yours. he starts pistoning in and out of you hard and fast, his big dick hitting your cervix with every thrust. "oh fuck yes... pull my hair... fucking use me.."
“ngh- such a fucking painslut,” you groan.
"ah! yes—" he whines happily, his hips never slowing down. "love being used like a fuck toy... especially by you..." he reaches around to play with your clit, making your pussy clamp down around him. "so tight... gonna make me cum, baby."
“hah- im so close-" you throw your your head back whimpering.
"cum for me baby... squeeze my dick with that pretty pussy.." he bites down on your shoulder hard enough to leave a mark as he rubs your clit faster. "gonna fill you up..." his balls slap against you with each thrust.
“god- do it freak!"
"yeah doll—" he groans loudly, his hips stuttering as he starts to cum inside you. his hot seed fills you up completely as he keeps fucking you through his orgasm. "so good... so fucking good," he kisses the mark on your shoulder gently.
the feeling of his hot seed filling you up and his unforgiving pace on your clit makes you cum around his dick, a few thrusts later.
he moans deeply as your pussy pulses around him, milking every last drop of cum from his dick. "fuck... fuck... fuck," he holds you tightly against him, still buried deep inside you as both of you ride out the waves of pleasure. "my girl.."
you fight the flutter rising in your chest, trying not to let his words get to you.
he slowly pulls out, making both of you gasp as his cum starts dripping down your thighs. he turns you around and presses his forehead against yours, breathless and grinning like an idiot. "was I good, pretty?"
“good enough,” you roll your eyes grinning.
bonus: you wake up bound to a chair, your body slick with sweat and covered in bruises. zanka glances at you, thinking it must be from a hard fight, “looks like luck wasn’t on your side this time.”
“this… this is all enjin’s fault,” you mutter.
note: i hope part two lived up to your expectations! thank you for all the love and support :)
18+ | dry humping, spitting, choking & hair pulling w/ sub!jabber x dom!fem!reader —part two
gasping for air, you stare at the raider in front of you. he, on the other hand, grins unnaturally wide, almost creepily. sweat glistens along your temple—you really should have avoided this part of the trashed city.
giggling, the madman jumps up and down in front of you, his dark locks following his fidgety movements.
“this is so fun, come on, hit me again!”
what the hell is wrong with him?
you frown, tighten your grip on your jinki and run towards him, ready to attack. “freak,” you spit at him.
he groans in response, bites his lip and giggles again.
“yeah, just like that. don't stop, pretty.”
a few steps away, you toss your jinki aside. his eyes widen, baffled.
“are you giving up already? you're no fun—”
the taunt dies on his lips as the jinki snaps back to life, coiling around his legs and yanking him hard to the ground. in a blink, you’re on top of him, wrenching the weapon free and pressing it tight against his throat.
“game over.”
his confusion twists into an even broader grin, sharp and delighted. you could swear his pink eyes shine brighter than before.
“sorry, ma, but i can’t let you go yet,” he drawls, extending his left claw with unmistakable intent.
your eyes widen. reflex sends you stumbling backward, the slash cutting through empty air where you stood a heartbeat ago.
your heel catches on a scrap of metal. your balance pitches forward, and for a split second that stretches unbearably long, you know you’ve lost it. a quiet curse slips from your lips as you reach for stability that isn’t there.
you fall.
not to the floor.
right into him.
jabbers back hits the ground with a dull thud as you come down hard on top of him. your knees land on either side of his hips, your weight settling squarely onto his lap before your mind can catch up to what just happened.
your jinki slips from your grasp and skids across the ground, clattering to a stop several meters away.
for a heartbeat, everything stills.
you can feel his breath beneath you—hot, uneven—his chest rising and falling too fast. then he laughs. a low, rumbling chuckle that vibrates straight through you.
“hah…” he murmurs. “falling for me already?”
you start to push yourself up, panic flaring, until you see it.
his hand lifts.
fuck.
his fingers spread, his claw slides out and your jinki is out of reach. instinct takes over.
before you even have time to think, you grab him, pull his hair hard and tilt his head back. his dark locks slip roughly through your fingers, tight enough to prevent him from moving.
he freezes.
then he lets out a throaty sound, somewhere between laughter and a groan.
“ah—”
his grin flickers briefly, becoming sharper, wilder. his eyes light up as if you've flipped a switch.
“oh fuck,” he breathes. “again...”
“weirdo,” you snarl, without taking your eyes off him. your fingers are still buried in his hair, your grip firm, more a warning than a caress.
for a split second, he just stares at you.
then he laughs.
a bright, honest laugh that doesn't seem to fit the situation at all. his head leans a little further against your grip, as if he wants to increase the pain.
“weirdo?” he repeats, almost delighted. “oh, that's new.”
his shoulders tremble slightly as he makes that deep, satisfied sound again.
his shoulders shake with that low, satisfied sound again.
“most people scream when they see me,” he says lazily. “or curse. or beg.”
his gaze drags slowly over your face, lingering on your eyes in a way that makes your skin prickle.
you feel it before your mind can process it.
a sudden, hard tension beneath you, clearly out of place and far too present to be a coincidence. your breath hitches subconsciously as you realize what your body is registering.
he shifts beneath you, sitting up just slightly, and his grin turns knowing.
“say that again.”
your stomach flips. “you’re sick,” you mutter. “completely insane.”
“mmh,” he breathes, a soft, broken sound. “yeah. just like that.”
his hips jerk up slightly, just enough to make the pressure beneath you impossible to ignore. your breath hitches as he continues to grind against you, even increasing the pressure, clearly testing how you’ll react.
a quiet sound slips from him—a low grunt.
“oh,” he murmurs. “you feel so good, doll.”
he moves again, more deliberately this time. a stronger, intentional grind that crosses the line on purpose. his gaze never wavers, tracking every twitch, every hitch of your breath. you knit your brows, jaw tightening as you force your expression into something harder, refusing to let him see how flustered you are.
you snap, grabbing him and hauling him closer, forcing his head back. your fingers thread into his hair, grip tight; your knees lock him in place. his breathing turns quick and uneven.
“pathetic,” you sneer, your grip on his hair tightening, almost merciless. despite the venom in your words, your body betrays you, pressing closer as your hips rock forward.
“hah—ngh—yes, ma,” he moans, his hips jerking up in response.
“you’re so disgusting.” you lean in, lips brushing his ear. “your enemy degrading you gets you hard, huh?”
he nods helplessly, licking his lips, looking up at you through half lidded eyes with that infuriating grin.
you roll your hips again, drawing a deep moan from his throat. “fuck.”
“if i help you with your little problem,” your free hand wanders to his throat, fingers tightening as you pull him closer by his hair until your breath ghosts over his lips, “will you let me go, hm?”
giggling, his hand, now without claws, grabs your thigh. “so you do like it after all? seems like i'm not the only freak, ma.”
his other hand grabs your waist, pressing you closer to him, “just this once,” he grins.
immediately, both of his hands grab your hips and move them in circles. a few curse words leave his mouth.
you use the hand on his throat to pull him closer and crash your lips onto his. his bulge continues to grind against your crotch, desperately seeking friction. “fuck, jabber...” you whimper against his lips.
“feel good, pretty?” he laughs against your jaw, his nose brushing your cheek as he begins to plant wet kisses from your neck to your collarbone. the feeling of his soft lips on your skin makes you shiver. he nips at the skin on your neck, soothing the area with a warm tongue.
his teeth graze your collarbone, sharp and unforgiving. you gasp, a sound he swallows immediately with another deep kiss, his tongue pushing past your lips like he owns them. your hand on his throat tightens, squeezing harder as his hips buck up, grinding that thick, trapped length against you in frantic little circles.
“feels even better than my- hah- toxins.”
“ngh — shut up,” you gasp against his lips, teeth grazing his bottom lip before you bite down, punctuating the words.
he lets out a broken moan, still grinning, and fuck, and it’s like something inside him sparks. his breathing grows ragged, panting against your mouth and his hips thrust up harder, needier. bulge grinding against your soaked core.
you laugh at him, “close already? you really are pathetic.”
he lets out a choked laugh, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “there’s that sweet mouth,” he retorts, sucking at your sensitive skin.
your hand grips his jaw, forcing his mouth open, “then go on, cum for me freak,” you mumble against his lips before your spit lands on his tongue.
his eyes roll to the back of his head as he swallows up your salvia greedily.
“gonna- mhm-,” his hips jerk violently as he cums in his pants, the wet spot instantly spreading and soaking though the fabric. he collapses forward onto your chest, panting heavily.
“hah…you’re fucking insane, pretty,” he grins with a flushed face.
bonus: zanka narrows his eyes, “how the hell did you escape jabber?” he asks.
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