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+ your teeth in my neck - jabber w.
+ i'm fiendin' for u, tryna' see what it do - jabber w.
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Can you do a Sub!Johnny Cage x Dom! Femboy reader?: Johnny discovers he enjoys being a sub in bed after his feminine boyfriend tries to be the dom for once
hiii i don’t write for male readers i’m sorry☹️ if you have a gender neutral scenario that’s similar id happily write for it
Self-indulgent fem jabber sketch.. I love her sm..
Highkey forgot to post my stuff here bruh. Midway sketching I was considering to turn her into a Mankira gijinka design instead, but fem Jabber prevails... maybe in the near future I'm gonna attempt to design lovelykira/assistkira for real. Just not this time around yet :p
yuji wouldn’t be a smoker but the rare occasion where he’ll indulge in weed it has to be with you, no one else. he won’t even smoke with his friends, they get a little too rowdy, he just prefers the activity with you. it’s intimate and fun. he’ll even hold the blunt/preroll for you if you’d like so your nails won’t reek of it :3
megumi would be big into edibles. it’s convenient and odorless plus he can get a few things done before they actually kick in. he tries soo hard to look disinterested whenever you come over his dorm with a new pack. saying how he’ll be your “test subject” but he’ll always opens the door a smidge wider for you to slip past him. sometimes it’ll hit you harder than him, leading him to take care of you until you’re sober —3—
A JABBER PISS KINK TRUTHER?? 🥹🥹🥹 mann I'm so happy someone wrote about it!!! loved the whole alphabet with jabber honestly, but that part in particular made me happy since it does seem like he'd be the type to enjoy watersports (especially with the fact that he canonically likes getting nasty) but I never saw it written or mentioned before your post 😭
LMAOOO YES also im soooo glad you liked my post🤭🤭🤭
but like he’s a freak why wouldn’t he have some sort of piss kink yk?? but yeah might add that into a fanfic one of these days🤤
anyway IM REALLY GLAD YOU LIKED MY JABBER ALPHABETS
cw. nsfw obv, fem bodied reader, knifeplay if you squint, watersports in the kink section, probably ooc, not proofread, so like a bit of dick biting is in there...
note. that request only took this long cause i wanted to do both but HOLY FUCKING SHIT that took me a minute. but also my fucking job keeps scheduling me UGH but here you guys go :))) me hope you like lots :D
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ most times there isn't any aftercare, either you're going another round or he's knocking the fuck out. but on the rare—and i mean rare—occasion that he does decide to give you some aftercare, it's clumsy. he'll try to mimic what you do to him after you've dominated him; wipe you off with a warm cloth, massage at your sides and back as if silently asking if you're alright. though at some point he might give up and just rest all of his body weight on you as he nipped at your already bruised skin.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ when it comes to him, i don't think he'd give it much thought not gonna lie but his favorite body part would probably be his fingers—generic i know, but hear me out please. he's got his fingers all dolled up; nails done and mankira adding the finishing touches, all he needs now is to see the way your cunt greedily takes three of his fingers at once.
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ when it comes to you though, he doesn’t have one. if you ever asked him he’d beat around the bush, refusing to answer the question cause he can’t favor another part of you more than the rest. BUT he's does tend to gravitate more towards your neck and your inner thighs. he loves chewing on the skin of your neck till blood draws, lapping at the bite mark before shifting over to kiss you.
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ but your plush thighs constricting him while he's nose deep in your pussy is utterly euphoric to him. he's grasping at the pillowy soft flesh, urging you to squeeze harder all the while he's rasping out moans into your cunt as he slurps up your juices like a madman, but of course you part your thighs when you feel his body still. and he whines—claiming he was just about to cum.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ when he cums, he spurts out thick ropes—almost feels like slime—and especially so when he’s pent up. it’s bitter and sometimes salty, it might taste like battery acid or something else that tastes like it'd kill you most times because of how many toxins he injects himself with. it’s never clear, always a cloudy white hue unless you’re milking him dry, then it’s a barely opaque milky color while it now lacks its usual mucky consistency—it’s more watery.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ lowkey..... i don't think he has one, not gonna lie. cause what does this mf have to hide? :|
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ probably a hot take for some, but i don't think he's a sleaze. in terms of experience he's either been with one/two people or none at all. but he picks up on things pretty quickly so if he isn't sure of what he's doing at first, it won't take him long to get the hang of it. behind all his dirty talk, he's surveying your every twitch, the way your breath hitches when he grazes a spot on your walls, or how pathetic your whines and whimpers start to sound when he nudges your clit with his nose just right.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ he has two actually, the first one is cowgirl—whether you’re dominating him or not. he likes how it makes him feel like he’s at your mercy. that while he can take over at any moment, the way your hands wrap around his neck or leaves trail of claw marks down his chest, or when you harshly bite at him—he is right where he wants to be.
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ the other one is probably missionary purely due to the fact that it's easier for you to tug at his locs or claw at his back, arms, or chest all the while he's leaning down—hips grinding disgustingly slow against you as his pierced cockhead pokes and prods at your cervix as his lips barely even hover over the ample skin of your neck before he sinks his teeth in till blood mixes with his saliva. soothing the wound with a long, wet swipe of his tongue as he fixes his mouth to utter something vile into your ear.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ rarely is he ever serious outside of the bedroom, so in the bedroom expect something similar. he's not taking anything seriously—for example, in doggy style he'd probably actively position himself in a way where whenever he pistons into you, you'd queef. and he'd laugh his ass off about it—almost coughing up a lung before doing it again. i don't think he's funny in bed—to you. he only finds himself funny.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ the carpet does match the drapes, but the carpet is a bit unkept down there sometimes. it's not wild but if he doesn't trim it after a while it can become that way. it's extremely curly and tends to get tangled quite a bit.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ i think it'd vary, but most times when you're both in the moment he's expected to be fucked stupid—to the point where he's practically in and out of consciousness. so the amount of times where you happen to "make love" is rare, but it's not impossible. though, you'd have to be the one to set that pace. he finds the warm tingly feeling of your sappiness weird, but he doesn't want it to stop. he gets dizzy when you leave tender kisses along his skin, or coo in his ear about how cute he is and how much you love him all while he's balls deep in you. he might try to hide his face in a nearby pillow. though, moments like these aren't often.
J = Jack off (masturbation)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ if you're not there, always. he just misses you and it's so much worse when you're away on a mission for extended periods of time. desperately fisting at his achingly hard, and throbbing cock with a pair of your used panties flushed against his face as he breathes in the scent with a needy whine—or he'll be shamelessly humping the sheets while harshly pinching and tugging at his nipples, choking out your name through a sloppy moan. and if you come back to the sight, he'll give you a show. a wicked grin twisting his lips as he calls for you, quickening his pace and exaggerating his moans so he knows you'll hear him.
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ and when he cums. if you're not there, he struggles a bit because nothing he does is enough to push him over the edge—he's choking himself, harshly squishing his balls, tugging his hair, just anything. but when you are, he begs you—or more so demands—you to hurt him some cause you always know how to hurt him just right, so much so that a mere harsh tug of his hair from you is enough to have him emptying himself onto the sheets.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ y'all already know one of them, but honestly what isn't he into..? that aside though, he definitely has a piss kink. it's to the point where if you're cuddling and you're trying to get up to use the bathroom, he's putting all of his weight onto you while flashing you a smug look while telling you to "go ahead". he'll purposefully fuck you right before you head to the bathroom to pee just so he can urge it out of you, whining in your ear to "c'mon... jus' let it out, f'me".
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ jabber is a switch who leans closer to his subby side in my eyes, so he for sure has a mommy dom kink—like not the usual gentle femdom stuff, no. he wants to be used by you, reduced to nothin but a toy—edge him and deny him of an orgasm later, spit in his mouth and slap him, tie him up, he wants to feel the searing sting of candle wax on his balls while you tug harshly on his brown nipples. and fuck, does he love it when you choke him till his vision starts to blur when he disobeys you. and tease him by lightly scrapping his skin with a knife, he'll squirm as his cock twitches with need all while he begs you to quit playing with him.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ anywhere. literally wherever you are, he just lives for the thrill. but if he really had to choose, it'd be the floor. solely because of how humiliating it feels when you’re smushing his face up against the concrete or tile flooring—especially when you're pegging him, god, he lives for that. just slam his head into the floor while you ruthlessly abuse his hole—hold his mouth open with a thumb as you plow into him, watching as his eyes roll to the back of his head in pure ecstasy.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ aside from pain of any kind, it doesn't take much if it's you. the mere sight of you is enough for a tent to start pitching in his boxers. like you don't even have to be naked, you literally just have to be in the same room as him.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ he's not partaking in scat play... i don't wanna elaborate further.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ while he loves receiving oral from you, he much rather prefers giving you oral. and while just eating you out gets a rise out of him, he mainly does it because he wants you to sit on his face and smother him. he's forcing you to put all your weight on him as he slurps away at your cunt like a man starved. every time you lift yourself up a bit to check on him, he's staring a hole into you face while he scoffs out a 'the hell you think you going'. he don't play bout his pussy bro...
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ same goes for when he's eating you out while your laying on your back. he wants your thighs to suffocate him—he honestly just wants to die a happy man. can you blame him? and don't you dare deny him sustenance, he'll practically bite a chunk out of your thigh if you so much as think of parting them. and don't get me wrong he loves when you go down on him; loves the sound of you choking on his cock, or when you lick from the base of his cock all the way up to his sensitive tip. but that's not enough for him and you know that. what he wants you to do most of the time is bite down on his shaft. (WHO GETS THE REFERNCE, ok sorry lemme lock in) the feeling of your sharp molars sinking into the soft, squishy skin of his cock almost has him cumming on the spot.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ he tends to have a fast and rough pace whenever he's fucking you. his thrusts are desperate most of the time, like if he takes too long you'll run away from him. though, most of the time he maintains this pace when the two of you are having a quickie (which is too damn often). he can be slow and sensual but that's either because you're demanding him to be while you edge him... or it's because he feeling particularly needy that day—which isn't a rare occurrence. his hips gently coming into contact with your ass with each staggeringly slow thrust, his arms wrapped around your middle while he buries his face in your neck. drool oozing from his lips as he gnaws at your skin, faintly whimpering a 'missed ya' before his breath hitches a bit.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ loves them—he's typically the one to initiate them in the first place and boy does it happen often. he'll fuck you just about anywhere—or have you fuck him just about anywhere. it used to happen after every successful mission, but zodyl notices something was off and tried to refrain from pairing the two of you together. he'll beg you to let him put it in for a 'teeny tiny bit' in a public bathroom or hell, even in an alleyway since you won't let him fuck you on the sidewalk.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ i really don't think y'all know how freaked out this mf is. if allowed, he probably would fuck you either in front of someone or in the boss' quarters—one, hoping to piss zodyl off to the point where he gets a particularly painful punishment and two, literally just for the hell of it. so yes, he'll always take a risk.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ as long as you can—actually no, he can probably continue after all that. he wouldn't last long if you're actively feeding into his masochistic tendencies, so if you are then he'd probably last—at most—a minute. okay maybe like two minutes. if you're not then he can last up to probably ten-fifteen minutes tops. not to mention, if he poked himself with a toxin of some kind the result will either lengthen the duration or shorten it.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ duh. he's not completely decked out but he has a few; some fleshlights, dildos, nipple clamps, and a cock ring. most of his toys are bought with the intention of using them all on him, but if you bought some for him to try out on you then he's happy to do so. he'll use them to the point where he feels like he's missing out—and while that's not that long, he can hold out for about five or so minutes longer till he's whining that it's his turn to get in on the fun.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ all the fucking time. he's so annoying with it too. it's more evident on days where he's dominating you. he'll slap his cock on your cunt and nudge the tip against your clit just to watch the way you squirm in desperation all while he's cooing the dirtiest phrases at you. or he'll slide all the way out after being balls deep in you just to put only the tip back in.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ loud asf. even if you try to get him to be quiet, it's no use. his moans are borderline pornographic and loud to the point where the next day, your teammates throw you two grossed out looks. his whines are typically choked out and oh so needy and usually come out when you're not giving him the attention he so desperately needs. like if you're not tugging hard enough on his hair or you're not pressing hard enough on his windpipe. low groans and wet moans are usually what ooze from his lips a majority of the time and they vary in volume.
W = Wild card (something, idk)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ he's fucked you in your sleep before. and not just like the usual dih in vih, no. he's fucked every part of you that he possibly could in the short amount of time that you'd been sleeping—your pussy, ass, tits, thighs, maybe even your mouth and then your feet too, and you know what... your armpits aren't off limits either. he's fucking it all. and for context, he had been trying out this new toxin he'd been cooking up and who knew he'd be experiencing such side effects. when you wake up to just the slimy feeling of his cum all over—and in—your every crevice, you can't help but look at him sideways. cause what the fuck happened? and he's just laying next to you in bed kicking his feet and peering at you with puppy eyes as he giggles a little, almost as if he did nothing wrong.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ he's got a bit of girth but only a bit, but he makes up for what he's lacking in width with the sheer length of it. flaccid, he's probably standing at about... like 6 1/2 inches. but when he's erect, he might be pushing 9 inches. he's got a prince albert piercing and a guiche piercing just a little past his ball sack. speaking of balls, his aren't as defined—if that makes sense. like it kind of looks like one sack instead of two balls.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ honestly his sex drive can either be an in-between—medium—or it can be pretty high. but there will be days where his sex drive can be at it's lowest.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ if he isn't still desperately rutting into you, then he might be sleep—that typically isn't the case though. he's still buzzing with energy waiting to be used, he can literally have a full-blown conversation with himself that's how hyper he still is. so on a daily basis either he'll start to drift off to sleep at odd hours or he'll knock out immediately when he cuddles up into you. there will never be an in-between.
nsfw alphabet w jabber?? wouldn’t mind a sfw either ✌🏽
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⋆.˚♡⸝⸝ jabber sfw alphabet
cw. i think i lowkey gave jabber attachment anxiety, probably ooc, gender neutral reader, not proofread
note. hmmm i might've done both🤔but i split them into two posts cause it was way too long
anyway i lowkey made this a little tooooo long you probably should've asked someone else cause i yappp (sometimes) sowwey guys i just had a lot on my mind and ...heh, by a lot.... well, i mean jabber🤤
A = Affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ extremely. but the difference in intent and tenderness really shows prior to the two of you dating to when you are dating. before, his embraces always rugged—launching at you when going in for a hug, or how he'd sometimes sling an arm around your neck whenever he'd be fixing his lips to piss you off. but sometimes he'd slither his arm around your shoulders, or poke crudely with a finger when you’re giving him the silent treatment, maybe even almost biting a chunk out of your arm.
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ but when you start dating, it never fully changes—just now there's this added layer of delicacy he's unconsciously let plague how he handles you. the embraces never lose their jaggedness, but now two of you sway slightly as he buries his face into the crook of your neck, sighing into your skin like it's home. the bites are far more frequent, but the harshness varies; when he's laying on you while listening to you talk, they waver—faltering in between gnawing and an occasional soft pinch—and instead of being woken up by kisses in the morning, you're woken up by jabber's morning bites that feels like playful pinches.
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ prior to dating, he'd mainly spent time with you during missions, spars, or just to get on your last nerve. and those moments still remain, but now there's a new one: just reveling in your presence. at first the safe feeling he'd get whenever you were near confused him, used to the indifference—always slightly on guard. then the comfortable silence swathed him, warm. he cherishes it on days where he just wants to melt into you, savoring the way you make his skin flutter with each peck you litter on his skin, leaning into your touch like a cat getting rubbed.
B = Best friend (would they make a good best friend? what would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start?)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ yes! am i saying that cause i'm a jabber dick rider? yes... but guys let me cook. at first, no. he's a horrible friend at first—so much so that you guys were nearly enemies, but when his feelings for you began to fester he still pesters you, just now he doesn't prod you as much if he genuinely irritated you. he distances himself a little, scared if he pushed too far you'd leave forever.
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ that aside though, y'all still bicker—that's never going away, trust. the two of you would just yap each other's ears off—or maybe just he would. i see the two of you becoming friends a lot easier if you're lively, but that doesn't mean y'all wouldn't be friends if you weren't—y'all would, it might just take a bit more time and effort. if you're a wicked fighter, you just can't get away from him—even more so if you beat his ass, once. y'all are just locked in at that point.
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ if not with fighting, then maybe he's a regular at the infirmary—because of course he is. the friendship probably starts because his antics concern you, which is when you start to ask him "what do you do that fucks you up this bad?" and he tells you with a crazed giggle. that turns into unexpected trips to your room in the middle of the night, asking if you could "fix me up real quick? 's alrigh' if ya can't, feels nice like this anyway." you fix him up, albeit very weirded out.
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ but as friends, he listens—a lot. if he hears that someone had been bothering you, well... let’s just say you don't have to worry about them no more. he'd gift you little trinkets he's made out of the trash he's collected. cute things, right? the cost is either an annoyingly long sparring match or try one of his poison—c'mon, just this once!
C = Cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ he loves cuddling. it's almost like a remedy to all of his problems. when a poison he's trying out has him a little overwhelmed to the point where he's just greening out, he's whining to be little spoon—claiming you always know how to hold him, as he burrows his face in your chest, wrapping an arm tightly around your middle as if scared you'd leave if he didn't hold on tight enough.
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ and that fear bleeds into how he usually cuddles with you when he's the big spoon; his body curls into yours—legs basically wrapped around your hips, arms snug around your shoulders while his face is veiled by his locs as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, on the edge of sleep from your scent and warmth alone. he constricts your movement with his entire body—almost like a snake—and if you just happen to need to pee, it's hell trying to get him off of you. but when you do he's trailing closely behind you like a puppy, pouting as he watches you use the bathroom. if he didn't follow you to the bathroom, he's sitting on the edge of the bed, harshly clenching onto the sheets with darkened eyes boring holes into you as he utters an eerily ominous "why'd ya leave" when you return.
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ he loves holding you because it gives him a sense of security—like having you in his arms means you can't leave—but he likes it when you hold him, or when you rest your body weight on him. he enjoys the weighed feeling because it's grounding and when you're the one to initiate it, he gets all warm—skin tingling, butterflies in his stomach aflutter. it makes him feel as though his love for you is reciprocated to a degree and eases his mind and he likes wrapping a leg around you.
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ i think his favorite way to cuddle is when your on your back, his arms encasing your middle while his face is snug against your chest, his body either resting between your legs or beside them. sometimes resting his head against your tummy while his fingers lightly caress your skin. he falls asleep like this most times, even more so when you wrap your arms around him—it makes him feel safe.
D = Domestic (do they want to settle down? how's life with them? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ i don't think he'd want to completely settle down, that doesn't mean he can't be persuaded. i think he needs some type of constant excitement in his life, but he love the indescribable feeling your shared tender moments grant him. so, i think he'd be content with a balance.
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ life with jabber is honestly like a constant gamble. every kiss has the chance of turning into him nibbling on your bottom lip till blood draws, or every silent cuddle sesh can quickly turn into a cacophony of his giggles that border cackles and your yelps and hysterical laughter as he whelms you in a relentless tickle attack. your routines mesh together, mainly because he wants to feel included in all that you do and because there's rarely a time where he isn't clinging to you. you're not allowed to shower alone anymore. if you're doing your makeup, he'll be all up in your face till you do his eyeliner.
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ cleaning? good luck... he's not messy, but he's not exactly organized either. and if he's running around here stanky?? he's not gonna be the best help… i mean, does he smell like he is? cooking though, he's a surprisingly good cook—when supervised. but if the food doesn't taste weird, it'll taste suspiciously good and if you ask him what he put in it, he's just flashing you a close-eyed smile (like that one panel of him just sitting there w released mankira).
E = Ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ he wouldn't be the one to do, it'd most likely be you. he would sense it coming though and would start to visibly put distance between you two—both physically and in his actions. his voice lacking its usual sing-songy tone or the giddy lilt you've grown accustomed to, or how blank his eyes are when they peer at you. touches never lingering—if he even grazes you. kisses lacking their usual sloppiness, instead hollow pecks that barely last a second.
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ while he'll try to convince himself that he's already mentally checked out of the relationship, he's not. he's trying to do everything in his power to lessen the blow because he knows your absence would gnaw at him. so when you finally bring the topic up, he wants to mask his mental anguish with a curt 'kay' and turn away—get numb on toxins or a fight of some kind, just get away from you. but instead, the feelings he thought he'd quelled within him leak out; that blank look in his eyes darkening, body stiffening as he croaks out a haunting 'no'.
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ if you're fine with that then y'all are chilling i guess. if not, he's not exactly quiet about it. you're paired together on mission? his tone carries one of disdain whenever he's talking to you—if he ever has to. his usual teasing is cruder, almost painful. and originally, he was willing to do whatever it took to get you back, anything. but with each passing day, the resentment settled and ate at him—growing harder and harder to ignore, it made him restless. craving your warm embrace as he curled in on himself as he tries to sleep every night.
F = Fiancé (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ at first, he might think it'd weigh him down—thinking it might hinder him from living his life as he usually does or that it'd keep him constrained in a box. but once you two basically start living together is where that doubt truly ebbs. and he doesn't really think about marriage, sure he'd tease you about how boring your finger looks without a ring on it, or how he wants to keep you all to himself but there's not that much weight to it, until you bring it up. asking him if he'd actually want to get married and you’re caught off guard by how quickly he blurts out a "hell yeah!"
G = Gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ it varies, but he's capable of being physically gentle. i think in the start of the relationship he might tiptoe around that type of behavior since he's not used to the sentimentality that comes with exuding it cause it used to irk him. but when he gets a taste of how carefully you treat him at times, he tries to imitate it—gingerly ghosting his fingers along your skin, thumbing at your cheek while you lay on him, but each motion staggers with an inexperience he can't quite hide. though as time passes, he's already put his own spin on it; thumbing your cheek before tugging at the fat with a chuckle, nails lightly raking your skin as he traces patterns along it.
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ emotionally... i think is where it's a bit rocky. i think he tends to be more outspoken if anything happens to bother him which is good, the problem arises from how he speaks before thinks sometimes. i don't think he just blurts out whatever is on his mind and i don't think he can't read a room—he very much can. his mind—if not empty—is running a million miles per minute and if a thought happens to be loud enough to the point of irritation, he'll air it out. only really thinking about it once he's in the midst of the aftermath. but i think he'll try to change that if it ever becomes a real threat to your relationship.
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ in terms of how frequently he shows his emotions, at first he tries to conceal them. if he needs to cry at some point, he's going somewhere you won't look to do so. if he's upset, he's choosing to fight it out instead of talking to you about it. he's scared of you seeing him when he's at his most vulnerable because something in him tells him you'll find it gross, but that view changes when he witnesses you cry in his arms for the first time—he's distraught, magenta hues blown wide, flitting around to find the culprit while his curls into you, arms dangerously tight around you, hands lightly digging into your back. the moment paves the way for him to feel comfortable enough to do the same and be a little more transparent.
H = Hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ he loves them. if he's not kissing or biting the hell out of you, then he's squeezing you to death. you cannot go an hour without one unless he's away on a mission, even then you're gonna get tackled when he gets back just you wait. he's hugging you in his sleep. most of the time he clings to you eventually turns into a hug at some point. his hugs alternate between tight bear hugs that squeeze all the air out of your lungs and tender embraces that he melts further into when you reciprocate.
I = I love you (how fast do they say the L-word?)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ takes him a little bit and the intent behind it matters. he might throw around 'love ya' sparingly whenever he's annoyed you in someway or is attempting to, but there's nothing really behind those words other than a taunt. when he officially says it, it's almost quiet. the two of you were cuddling on the couch—he's laying on his back while you lay on top of him, leaving tender kisses on his tummy as he playfully pinched at your exposed earlobe.
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ you got him all dizzy from the kisses that are doused sheer love, it's weird—feeling all mushy under your delicate touch. when he utters it, it's almost smooth—like his usual taunts—but he staggers. overwhelmed by the airy feeling in his chest as his insides began to flutter, words stuck in his throat until you whisper it along his marred skin. "love ya too" he coos, voice low in tone and volume. you nearly miss it, but the words replay in your head for a moment before you lift your head properly gaze at him, utterly dumbfounded. he can't help but cackle at your dopey stupor.
J = Jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they’re jealous?)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ i think he'd get very jealous, but cause he doesn't want anyone else stealing you away from him. he always lingers nearby, sauntering over to you when the other person gets too closer for his liking, snaking an arm comfortably around your shoulders or waist before whispering something into your skin while glaring daggers into the other person.
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ rarely is that jealousy ever targeted at you—which is good because if pushed far enough can escalate into a bloody brawl. he observes quietly at first as the envy festers when someone talks to you for longer than he'd like, or they're being awfully touchy with you—or worse, he spots a scratch, bruise, or any other injury on you after a fight with someone else, he's livid. seeking out whoever left you with that.
K = Kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ his kisses are bites most of the time, or end up as such. once he's on you, good luck catching your breath. his kisses are sloppy as slob drips from his lips—it's messy but it's him. his love for you isn't neat and uniform, it's raw—unbridled to the point where even he can't keep it all bottled within him, so it pours into you—seeping into you through kisses. lazily grabbing at you while he loses himself in you, drunk off of a mere kiss—urgency and vigor melding into on when you tug him back by his locs to catch your breath, but you only manage to deepen the kiss.
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ if he isn't kissing your lips, then he's literally kissing you everywhere while nipping and chomping at your skin. face, neck, shoulders, arms, all of your torso and back, and everything from the waist downward. him, on the other hand, likes it when you kiss at his neck and bite it a little till it stings, but he likes the tingly sensation that floods through him when you kiss at the crook of his neck. the other spot is his hands—front or back, it don't matter—drives him crazy whenever you do it. he's not sure why, but keep doing it.
L = Little ones (how are they around children?)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ honestly.... if ever you guys have kids, i'd say he's a fun dad. i see him as more of a girl dad but personally i don't think he'd care or favor one gender over the other. and i'm saying that cause i know he'd rough house with his kids every chance he gets, and he's always waiting around the corner to scare them too—those kids are gonna go about life paranoid as fuck because of him.
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ if ever his kids ask him to play dolls, he'll play but it always ends up in a doll fight or something—like it quickly goes from a doll tea party to the dolls trying to rip each other's hair out and you always stumble into the room to tell him to quit that. i think he is the type of dad that if he wants something, he'll get his kids to beg you for it.
M = Morning (how are mornings spent with them?)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ they're always so sweet. if he's not curled around you while big spoon, then he's managed to lay himself on top of you. if he isn't still knocked out, then he's waking you up with nibbles all over your skin—or whatever part of you is exposed right now—causing you to stir, groggily massaging at his scalp as you gaze at him lethargically.
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ if he's still sleep and you're not... you're just gonna have to stay there until he wakes up. his face nudges further into the warmth of your chest as he tightens his arms around you. hushed whimpers exude from him when you try to stir him awake.
N = Night (how are nights spent with them?)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ a little chaotic, but that because the remainder of the energy he has left for the day is still in his system. so, he'll nip at you wherever he deems fit, maybe even try to lick the entirety of your face, giggling as your squeal and try to push him away. but a nice bubble bath with you manages to lull him a little, especially when you lather soap along his scored skin, lightly biting the button of his nose before soothing it with a soft peck when you help him dry off.
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ if he had a long day, he wants you flat on your back while he rests his head on your chest or tummy, arms wrapped snug around your middle, or he'll wanna be little spoon. surprisingly, it doesn't take him long to fall asleep when he's all cuddled up with you, so the minute he gets comfortable, he's out like a light.
O = Open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ i think it'd happen gradually. while he'd want to just air everything out, he might not be able to fully do so—i feel like he might harbor the type of trauma that leaves him not remembering all of it, just my conclusion though. so i feel like it'd take time, but he'd probably start revealing things about him and his past further into the relationship, when he feels certain that you won't up and leave him.
P = Patience (are they patient? how easily angered are they?)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ when it comes to patience.... no. he's not patient at all. if he wants something, he wants it now and i'm pretty sure you're no exception. while other might try to give you a grace period, he's not going to give you such a luxury and that's typically how most of his tantrums start. though, in terms of him getting angry, i think that'd depend. he doesn't seem like the type to get easily angered. don't get me wrong, it's definitely possible but you'd have to push a lot of buttons. even so, most of his anger isn't even directed at you. if you're trying to get him angry on purpose, he'd be able to tell and just piss you off by acting happy as shit.
Q = Quizzes (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ it varies. i think he tends to be pretty forgetful if he’s only heard about it in passing, but if you tell him something or he learns something about you while he’s actively doing or experiencing something then he’s more likely to remember. so no, he might not remember every little detail about you in passing but i also don’t think he’d forget everything.
R = Remember (what is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ while he'll claim it was you're very first sparring match together, it's actually when he'd gotten sick for the first time in your relationship. he insisted he'd be fine by tomorrow, but you just rolled your eyes as you gently guided his weakened state to the bed, pampering him until he was finally feeling better. he enjoyed the coolness of your hands against his seemingly scorching skin, he'd bite back a whine whenever you had to pull away.
S = Security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ he's extremely protective. while he'd try to be subtle about it, claiming that you can handle yourself, he'd always be watching your surroundings or your fights with an added layer of precaution, taking action when he doesn't like where things are headed. so like... he'd be willing to kill someone if they tried anything... while the intentions are good—and honestly, depending on the circumstances, you don't even bat an eye—if happens to be a civilian or just a coworker not really instigating anything, then you'll try to hinder him. though, when it comes to you protecting him, the added layer of care is appreciated but most times he doesn't want it.
T = Try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ he'd surprise you with little trinkets he's made sporadically when it comes to everyday, while on anniversaries he might try to make something a bit more intricate. he'll try to put effort into dates but a majority of the time it's things he wants to do, so it might feel like you're just doing jabber-things and you're an after thought. if you genuinely don't enjoy whatever he's got planned, he'll be a little sad about it—giving you a little pout while he tries to think of something you might like. everyday tasks? eh.. depends on what you're doing, but most times he's giving 50 percent or less.
U = Ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ he has a few... but the first couple are picking at newly formed scabs and forgetting important dates. the first one, he purposefully tells whoever's tending to his wounds not to heal them all the way because he likes doing that, though sometimes it's a bit of a nervous tick if he's scratching at it absentmindedly. and regarding him forgetting days... he's forgotten your birthday before—multiple times. if it makes you feel better he forgets about his birthday as well.
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ the last one i think he'd have is he kind of disregards physical pain as a symptom. i think this one is the most destructive, he's too caught up in relishing the pain that if something happened to be a health risk of some kind, he'll just be like "mmm hurt so good' like bro. be so fr.
V = Vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ he doesn't seem like the type to be overly concerned with his appearance, to be honest. maybe the most he's worried about is his hair and nails but that might be it. (or just all i can think of)
W = Whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ yes. he'd be a bit in denial about it though and claim he didn't need you before so why does he need you now. but his body will involuntarily straighten and his gaze always softens when you enter the room, he has to snap himself out of his constant state of longing because he doesn't want you to see him like that. you don't deserve to.
X = Xtra (something random abt them.)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ he likes touching you with cold feet. i lowkey don't wanna elaborate further cause i think that statement alone speaks volumes.
Y = Yuck (what are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ i don't think he'd enjoy silent treatment from you, it makes him anxious because he'll start to spiral and assume you're starting drifting away from him.
Z = Zzz (what is a sleep habits of theirs?)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ oh his sleep schedule is so fucked. he definitely pulls all nighters from time to time—like, have y'all seen his eyebags? you'll have to drag him into bed sometimes if he hasn't already flopped on top of you. and once he knocks out, he's not waking up till late afternoon—maybe evening, unless he's summoned for a mission, then he might need a hand waking up.
oh girl im good but life and work has given me such little free time😞
i think last week i work like 4-5 days straight and then i was helping my bf move into his new place but now i finally have a day off🤤 (i called out of work)
bro i was tryna like a jabber drabble i was reading and was like wtf? why won’t it let me like the post🙎🏽♀️ but then i realized… i already liked the post 💀
"This has to be the last time, we can't keep doing this" and it's fwb Enjin whose peppering a trail of sweet, tender kisses up along the slope of your neck to the juncture of your jawline, followed by a heavy, silent sigh against the warmth and softness of your smooth skin. swears this was the last time that you both would hook up, that things were getting too deep (he was inevitably falling hard for you, but never admits it to you or to himself).
but he just can't help but to crawl back to you whenever he feels that vast empty void in his chest gnaw irritatingly away at his every instinct to steer away, where your presence, your warmth - your love, vacates in his most dire need of connection and safety. to have you fill that grating emptiness that he chose to inflict on himself, with your lulling adore and supple benevolence.
“enjin! you’re s’ biggg,” you gasped out, fingers digging into the firm muscles of enjin. you could feel every vein of enjin cock as it throbbed inside you.
your breath hitched as you felt the girth of enjin’s cock, thicker and harder than the last time you both were together.
his hands slid down to grip your hips, thumbs digging into the soft flesh as he pulled them closer, burying himself to the hilt in your heat.
he could feel the difference in his own body, the added weight and bulk making his thrusts more powerful, more intense.
“mmm, and you’re tighter than i remember,” he growled, voice low and rough with arousal.
he growled, voice low and rough with arousal. his lips brushed your ear as he spoke, breath hot against your skin.
he punctuated his words with a sharp thrust, hips snapping forward as he hit that spot deep inside that made you see stars.
one hand slid up on your side, palming the curve of your breast, fingers sinking into the soft swell. he could feel your heart pounding against his palm, matching the rhythm of his own racing pulse.
“that’s it, baby,” he purred, voice a low rumble in his chest. “take it, just like that. fuck, you’re so perfect, so fuckin’ s-sexy,”
his words trailed off into a groan as your walls clenched around him. your body was responding to his touch like it was made for him.
“gonna fill this sweet cunt so full of my cum, mark you up from the inside..”
“y-yes! please enjin,”
enjin’s grin widened, eyes flashing with hunger as he heard your breathless plea.
he loved seeing you like this—lost in pleasure, begging for him, as your body trembling and slick with sweat, taking him hard and deep.
“that’s my good girl,” he praised, voice a low, approving rumble. his grip tightened on your hips, fingers sinking into the flesh, as the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the room.
he could feel his climax building, but he held back, determined to bring you to the edge first, to make you fall apart on his cock before he let go.
he wanted to feel their release, to hear his name torn from your lips in ecstasy as he flooded your insides with his seed.
“come on, baby,” he urged, one hand sliding down to circle your clit.
you whimper, trembling against your words before falling apart during your orgasm. “e-enjin..!”
he felt your body go rigid beneath him, as your back was arching.
the sound of his name falling from your lips pushed him over. and with a harsh groan, he buried himself inside of you.
he growled, as thick ropes of his hot seed painted your insides. his grip on your hips was bruising, fingers sinking into the flesh as he ground against them, working his climax deeper with each shuddering thrust.
his breathing was raggedly, as he collapsed forward, bringing a blanket in between his sweat-slick body with his own bulkier frame and yours.
enjin’s hand slid up on your side, palming the curve of your breast before tangling in your damp hair.
he captured your lips in a searing kiss, tongue delving deep to taste them, claiming your mouth as thoroughly as he had claimed your body.
he rolled to the side, pulling you with him so that you can lay draped across his larger frame.he brushed a few damp strands of hair from your face, thumb tracing your cheekbone.
“that’s my good girl,” he murmured, voice a low, satisfied rumble. he pressed another soft kiss to your lips, more tenderness than passion this time.
you smiled and laid against him for the whole night. making sure you were well taken care of the whole night and the coming up morning.
HAI I literally love ur writing so much! i was wondering if you can do a virgin follo x reader smut fic where he’s hella timid at first when reader brings up a fwb with him, and then when their trying it out he realizes he’s a natural at it and a has a whole personality switch where he becomes RABIDDDD and gets all cocky
Never Felt so Alive ⭑.ᐟ
Follo Tunito x Fem!reader
WC: 1,073k
a/n: FIRST OF ALL THANK U SO MUCH!! IM GLAD YOU LIKE MY WRITING 🥹 second, I’ve finally decided to post again😛 !! i lowkey just forced myself to gain the motivation because I have a fifty page assignment coming up, so either way i’d have to gain my motivation to write and i thought i’d start by posting a new fic👀 I've also been thinking about writing a tamsy smut even I don't really care for him.. although I do love his nose though would sit on it if I had the chance
You and Follo have been friends for a while now. It was always nice having him by your side, with him listening to you and interacting with you in a way no one else could match. The two of you were currently in his room, talking about anything that came to mind. It felt peaceful, a simple way to clear both your minds of the stress you carried from missions.
Well, that peacefulness lasted until you suddenly brought up the topic of sex. Follo knew you constantly talked about anything and everything, but the topics you’d bring up nonetheless threw him off once in a while.
“You are still a virgin, aren’t you?” You asked curiously, an interested expression upon your face as your eyes skimmed him up and down. He wasn’t even sure how he could reply to that, as it's not exactly often that someone asks him those types of questions. The truth is, he absolutely was. He didn't want to admit it. Not around you, at least. His face flushed lightly as he thought of a response.
“Um.. Well, I’ve— I.. Yeah. I am..” What the hell was that? He could hardly speak or maintain eye contact with you now, too overwhelmed with embarrassment and shame. His eyes darted around the room in hopes of thinking of a new topic to bring up, but before he could say anything, you spoke again.
“Thought so, but no worries! Cause I’ve got an idea!” Your cheerful reply makes Follo’s eyes widen, and the once-embarrassed emotion he felt was quickly replaced with both curiosity and maybe just a small amount of apprehension.
“You’re not gonna try and pair me with someone new, right?..” His eyes finally meet yours, the emotion held within them made it seem as if they were silently begging you to have a good idea for once..
“What? No, of course not!” You replied harshly, the jealousy in your tone present. Follo raised an eyebrow in confusion at your response, now at a loss for what you were trying to get at. He could feel his face redden when you suddenly got close to him, your head resting on his shoulder while you focused your gaze on his lips.
“I was gonna ask if you wanted to have your first time with me.” That one sentence from you alone has Follo’s cock half hard already. The thought of having sex with you; It was too much for his mind to comprehend. He moves his head just enough to see you, your head softly resting on his shoulder.
“..Do you mean, like.. Friends with—”
“—Benefits? Yes, I do. You up for it, or not?” You finally pull your head away from his shoulder and look him right in the eyes for just a beat before you briefly glance down at his pants, a soft smile forming on your face when you notice the hard-on he now has.
“I mean.. Yeah, if you want to.” He responded with an anxious tone. He totally wanted his first time with you; he just wasn’t entirely sure how to express it. Although, he didn't have to. The way his cock strained against his boxers said enough.
His eyebrows raised in surprise when you pushed him down against the bed, having him now lying on his back and his eyes looking directly into yours. A soft whimper elicits from his lips when you finally get rid of your clothes, revealing your bare body to him. He could literally cum in his pants at the sight of you, but he holds back the whim when you signal for him to remove his own clothes.
When the two of you are completely undressed, Follo’s gaze almost instantly goes to your tits, looking all nice and pretty as you lie beside him.
“Can I—”
“Yes, go ahead.” You cut off his sentence, already knowing what he’d been thinking of doing. His hand hesitantly went up to grab your tit, the delicate flesh being squished by the pressure of his grasp. A soft moan falls from your lips, the sound going straight to his already-hard cock. His face flushed from awkwardness, unsure of what to do next. However, the feeling fades once you pull him into a kiss. Another whimper leaves his mouth when your lips press against his, and his hands wrap around your waist, pulling you closer until you're on his lap, your thighs positioned on either side of him.
When his cock is finally buried within the walls of your tight, warm pussy, a faint gasp is drawn from you while you adjust to his size.
“O-oh fuck.. Follo!-” You accidentally moan out too loud, your hand instantly going over your mouth while Follo thrusts up deeper into you. His warm hands rested nicely on your hips, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before he tossed his head back in pleasure, letting out moans of his own.
“F-fuckkk.. Don’t—.. Don't do that, baby.. I wanna hear your pretty moans.. C’mon..” He spoke in a tone that seemed doting, yet held such obvious hints of his underlying cockiness. It was a tone you've never heard from him before.
When you both came, that was it. Or at least, that’s what you had thought. Your eyes widened when Follo suddenly repositioned you, pressing your back into a mean arch. When you felt the thickness of his length sliding back into the warmth of your pussy, your eyes rolled to the back of your head all while letting out a moan.
“Pussy’s gripping my cock so fucking well, angel.. oh my god..” The pace of his thrusts was relentless as he spoke, and when you came again he pulled you into a messy, but loving kiss. You didn’t understand how he even had such a high stamina for this being his first time. While the thought puzzled you, you didn’t really care enough to ask.
You were completely fucked out by now, having gushed on Follo’s pretty cock one too many times. Based on what you’d observed from Follo’s state, you could assume he was done now too. He lay against the bed, softly panting, cock softening, (finally), and his eyes shut. You were beside him, exhausted and with his milky cum slowly dripping from your pretty pussy.
His stamina might have been insane, but you weren’t complaining. If that's how sex with Follo was then you surely wouldn’t mind doing it again.
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I hope this was somewhat good enough for what u wanted 🥹✌️ like i said in the note from earlier im still working to gain my motivation for writing back so my fics might be ass rn..💔
