Crmsn.Sandi✨

Your stomach dropped and your heartbeat quickened as soon as the message came through. You quickly open the message and begin reading it.

“Who is this?” You furrow your brows as you read the message. You let out an incredulous laugh as you begin to type back.

“It’s me Jab…Y/n.”

A few moments pass by as you wait for him to respond. He’s read the message, but hasn’t even started typing yet. You begin biting your nails as you stare at your phone desperately. Finally, three bubbles pop up and you can feel your stomach twist from excitement and nervousness. And then the message pops up.

“Why are you messaging me?” You read the message and then frantically begin to type back.

“Oh I just…I’ve been thinking about you. Wondering how you’re doing lol.”

A few more moments until,

*DING*

 You quickly grab your phone again and pull up the messages.

“I’m good.”

“That’s good.” You send back. That nervous and twitchy grin is plastered on your face again. You’ve completely forgotten all about the knife and your little plan momentarily as your mind is engrossed with being able to talk with Jabber again. Your phone goes off again.

“Yeah…did you need something?” You type out response after response, trying to figure out what would keep the conversation going and not make him block you or whatever. And you finally settle on,

“Jabber, I just wanted to talk to you.”

A few moments go by with no response from him. The smile on your face never falters, but you can feel that dreading feeling in the pit of your stomach. You put your phone down and just stand there, wondering if this was the right thing to do…but you’re so far gone now to even care about that.

*DING*

You immediately grab your phone, almost dropping it in the process from how fast you grabbed it. You read the message and your heart begins to beat even more.

“I’ll come over since you wanna talk so bad.” Your smile widens and when you turn off your phone, you can see your face in the reflection. Man did you look crazy. You quickly snap out of it and begin cleaning…more like over cleaning.

“Gotta make sure this is right…and that too. I’ll hide that in the closet and I’ll set that out for him to see. One more thing, I’ll hook my phone up to the speaker…place some music at the right time,” your voice comes out in a tremble and slightly distorted as you begin cleaning areas that have already been cleaned. You look over at the knife that’s still sitting on the counter and smile widely at it.

“Mmm maybe that’ll be the first thing I have him use on me,” you let out a small nervous laugh as you begin to wipe the already clean counter. “Or I can use it on him…” you bite your lip at the thought. As you continue to make sure everything looks clean, your doorbell rings and you quickly finish what you’re doing.

“Coming!” You yell out and look at yourself in the mirror. “Make sure I look good for him,” you say, smoothing out your hair and smiling in the mirror. You’ve seen yourself look quite…let go so much that it looks normal to you. So you know he might say something about your hair or why your face looks so surprised. Another ring to the doorbell and you quickly make your way to it.

You breathe a couple of times until finally opening the door and smiling. “Heya Jabber…been a uhm…minute heh,” you let out a nervous laugh.

“Yeah it uhm…has,” he looks around the apartment before looking back at you. You smile even more and hold out your hands slightly.

“Look at you…you’re here…after an entire year of us being broken up. Come on!” You say, pulling him through the door. He stands there awkwardly, trying to figure out why he even decided to fall for the obvious trap and come over. Not like you could offer him anything anyway…well so he thought. You stand there staring at the back of his head until he finally turns around to look at you.

“How have you been Jabber?” you ask, walking closer to him. He puts his hands out and steps back slightly. “I’ve been fine…I see you still stay in the same place, huh?” he mutters and you nod.

“Yep, same apartment complex heh…come on Jabber, sit down and make yourself comfortable,” you gesture for him to sit on the couch. He nods and cautiously sits down, looking around. “So…you still the same as when I left?” you furrow your brows at his question. He turns to look at you as you stand there silently, processing his question.

“What do you mean by that exactly?” You ask him, stepping closer to the couch. He shrugs and then looks towards the ground and then back at you with that bitchass smile. “Ya know…weak, can’t take a small beating or give one for that matter. You still like that?” He lets out a small chuckle at his own question and you have to push down the urge to stab him.

“Heh…I don’t know…I feel like I’ve changed,” you mutter and sit on the arm rest of the sofa next to him. He lets out a laugh and shakes his head. “Ion know bout that…you still look and sound like the same person to me,” he mutters and turns away. Now, to Jabber, of course you don’t look any certain way because of the way he views everything. But whatever. He scrolls on his phone while you stand there taking him in.

It has been a while since Jabber has been here inside your place and it honestly makes you feel an overwhelming excitement at the sight of it. 

“Jabber?” You break the silence. He looks up with a split brow raised.

“Yes?” He answers. You smile at him a bit more and move slightly closer.

“Can we…” you bite your lip a bit, trying to figure out how to finish this sentence. He furrows his brows as he waits for you to finish. “Can we what?” he asks, putting his phone down. You look to the side and then back at him once again.

“Can we please get back together?” You finally ask, catching him completely off guard. He stares at you for a long moment before he begins laughing. “Is that why you wanted me to come over so we can “talk” about something?” Jabber laughs loudly as you stand there with a deep frown on your face.

“You really expect me to take you back when you can’t even give me exactly what I want? How’s that gonna work?”

“I can try, you just have to give me a ch-”

“I’ve given you a chance before, multiple times and you couldn’t even take it,” he sits back down on the couch and you look down. “But I can tr-”

“Girl get out my face with that…you even lucky I came over here,” he mutters under his breath. You stare at him, eye twitching slightly and then that same overwhelming excitement sparks within you. You turn away and walk towards the kitchen, leaving him to sit there and shake his head. You look at the knife that you left on the counter and grab it. He’s scrolling on his phone again, still wondering why he even decided to come over to your place in the first place.

You walk back into the living space and look at him for a slight moment before speaking,

“You know Jab…I really thought that we could talk but…you sure didn’t make this easy for me,” your voice comes out slightly hollow, leaving a shiver to run down his spine. Jabber turns to you, noticing the slight glint in your hand. You begin walking over to him in a slow manner. He looks at you, scrunching his face slightly, wondering what you’re trying to do. He may back away slightly, but he can’t help the slight curiosity that hits in the back of his mind.

Song~ Whip Appeal by Babyface

You grab your phone and hit play, smiling a bit as you put it away. He looks around and then back at you. “Are you playi-” he stops talking when you straddle him and bring the knife close to his face.

“Shhh…lemme set the mood Jab,” you press the knife against his plump lips, smiling at the sight. He looks at you with a bit of excitement and confusion. “Now…let’s just have a good night, okay? Give me a chance to show you that I can be what you want…that I can be what you need,” you whisper in his ear as you begin to drag the knife down his body. His breathing begins to tremble and he adjusts himself underneath you, making sure you can feel how excited you made him.

You lean back to look at him and he has that smile on his face…the one that always made you go crazy. You move yourself against him, your nether regions beginning to tingle slightly.

“Y/n…” his voice is low and his breathing is heavy as he says your name. “Hm?” You hum, dragging the knife even further.

“You like that?” You ask him as you lean closer to his neck. You hear him chuckle deeply as he places his hands on your hips, guiding you.

“You gon hurt me? Use that knife on me?” He whispers in your ear, breath fanning over your ear. You shiver slightly and then giggle. You nod, digging the knife in slightly more. You gaze into his hot pink eyes, the music fading into the background. That’s when you slash his arm slightly with the knife. He sucks in sharply, making you smile a bit.

“You like that Jab?” You whisper to him. He laughs softly and nods. “I do,” he mutters. You lean down to his arm and lick the blood. He moans slightly at the feeling of your warm tongue gliding over the cut. You do it again and again and you feel his length grow underneath you.

“Seems like someone’s excited,” your voice comes out in a sultry tone. Your breath fans over the cut that you put on his collarbone which makes him shiver slightly. You put the knife to the side and begin to bite him hard on his neck. Jabber leans his neck to the side, giving you better access. He grabs the back of your head and twists his fingers in with your hair. Your teeth graze his neck causing slight tingles to go through his body. His breathing gets heavier and you rake your fingernails against his chest.

His hips begin to roll underneath you, feeling the warmth of your pussy against him. The song in the background sets the right mood and he begins to whisper the lyrics in your ear. “So work it on me…” he sings into your ear, his eyes rolling back as you continue to work on him. You drag your hand from under his shirt and then down to his pants buckle. You lean up and take a long look at him and smile.

“Stay right here…” you quietly say and stand up, walking to your room. Jabber nods and grins as he watches you walk away to the bedroom wondering what you have in store for him next. And when you come back, you’re holding a cockring. His eyebrows shoot up in interest as he looks at the item.

“Oouuu, well look at you~” Jabber’s voice comes out tinged with excitement. You grin as you walk over to him, placing the item on the couch. You grab the waistband of his pants and boxers as you begin to pull them down. He adjusts his hips to help you take them off and once they’re off, his two toned length springs out.

You grab hold of it, running your thumb over the slit as you spread his pre cum around his tip. You stroke it and then wrap your lips around it. He throws his head back slightly and bites his lip as you bob your head up and down his dick. The taste of his pre cum dances on the tip of your tongue, making you lick even more at the slit. He grips your head as the sensation of your tongue drives him wild. And then, you pull right off of him. His eyes shoot open as he looks down at you. His brows furrow as he sees your smile.

“What?” Confusion is heard in his voice and it only turns you on even more. You grab the cockring and clasp it around his length, making sure it’s secure. Jabber looks down at it with a piqued interest.

“So, how does thi-Woah!” he gasps as the cockring begins to vibrate which makes his dick jump slightly. You smile as you watch him throw his head back and suck in air. You giggle as you tap the tip and then click a button which stops the vibration. He looks at you as he breathes slightly heavy.

“Why’d you stop?” he breathlessly asks. You smile at him as you see the lust in his eyes.

“Awww did you want me to keep going?” you ask and he nods his head quickly. “Please keep going…” he pleads. You feel your clit throb at the plea and you hit the button again. It begins to vibrate again and he lets out grunts and heavy breaths which turns you on more. Jabber’s hips buck up as he tries to catch that release, but just as he’s about to finish, you stop again. He groans slightly and looks down at you.

“Don’t stop…keep going…” he whispers to you. You hit the button again and he rolls his hips again. He sticks his tongue out slightly and you turn it to the max.

“Ah fuck…mmm please let it keep going,” he moans, his grip on the couch almost tearing the fabric. You grin and stop it again. He groans and opens his mouth to say something, but then you turn it right back on. His body begins to shake from the intense pleasure, his tip is extremely red from all the blood that has rushed to it. And the sight just makes your pussy throb and soaked.

“Y/n…ugh fuck y/n…” he desperately calls your name and that causes a rush of excitement to go through you. Fuck did you love the sound of your name coming from his lips. He licks his lips and you grab hold of his thigh, digging your nails into it. He sucks in a harsh breath and smiles. You stop it once more and he lets out a whimper.

“Y/n…please Y/n…please let me cum,” he begs and you turn it on. This time, you leave it on so he can finish. Not one, not twice or three times…as many times as you’d like. And honestly, he loves every second of it. It’s a pleasurable and painful experience that he loves…maybe he will give it a chance again.

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“Don’t be fuckin scaring me like that,” he says, running a hand through his hair. You roll your eyes and put your stuff down.

“Yeah well maybe next time you won’t get all mad when I’m tryna have a conversation with you,” you calmly say and he sighs out.

“Listen…I’m sorry for blowing up at you last night, but it felt like you wasn’t seeing my side of things,” he tries to defend himself.

“I was seeing your side of things, but you weren’t seeing mine,” you explain to him. He groans, rolling his eyes.

“Man why can’t we just put it behind us?”

“Because we ain’t even get to the solution part like what?” You run your hand over your face and just shake your head.

“I get it Levi…you’re always so “busy” but I am as well. I had auditions, I now have dance classes and shit. But I always try to make time for you, but you never do it for me,” you try to get through to him and his eyes narrow slightly.

“My busyness causes me to not be able to take off time. Why can’t you understand that? Besides…” he grabs an apple from the fridge before going over to the sink to rinse it off. “Do we always have to hang out or what?” And what did he wanna ask that shit for? The face you made had to have been inhuman the way he had you all sorts of fucked up.

“Now I know you fuckin lying…that dumbass fuckin question,” you start off. “We barely hangout is the damn point Levi! We don’t cause you don’t ever have the time and you don’t ever try to make time for me when you clearly can! On your off days, you’re with ya boys,” you yell at him as he looks at you with widened eyes.

“Like literally last week you cancelled on me to go do some kind of “business” with this other woman from the heart of the city. And when I kept asking you what it was and what time you’d be back, you’d just be like “oh don’t worry bout it, I’ll come back when I need to” like huh?!” Your chest begins to feel a bit lighter as you finally get that out. He’s silent until he lets out a mocking laugh.

“You think I want you to know where I am all the time?” You scrunch up your face at his question.

“I only ask so I know your location just in case something happens,” you retort. “But if it’s such a damn problem, then I’ll leave it alone,” you turn away from him.

“Good cause I don’t need that negativity from your stupid ass questions to ruin my day,” you freeze at his fuckass words and groan slightly. You turn back around and begin to full blown argue with him about this entire thing cause who the fuck he thought he was? Both of your voices become loud and raised in an instant, trying to get your points across. He draws his arm back, ready to strike you until his phone begins to ring.

“You lucky my phone ringin,” he says and answers his phone. You scrunch up your face at his words and can’t believe this idiot. Like this bastard was really bout to hit you. Anyways, he puts it on speaker phone as he leans against the counter tryna calm himself down. You roll your eyes and just go upstairs, wanting to calm yourself down. You lay on the bed and scroll on your phone and then decide to hit up Jabber.

“Hey Jab,” you send the message and wait for his response.

“Heya ma, what’s up? Miss me already?” he sends back, making you roll your eyes and smile.

“No. Anyways, nun really goin on, just wanted to talk,” you respond. A few moments go by until he finally messages back.

“Nah what happened?” he asks.

“Nothing, you readin way too much into it,” you send back and put your phone down. Not even a second later, your phone is ringing with his name flashing and your personalized ringtone that you put for him. You hesitate and then answer.

“Hel-”

“Talk to me ma,” he cuts you off, his smooth voice caressing your ears.

“Ain’t nun wrong boy,”

“Y/n…” his warning tone was enough for you to straighten up and then begin to tell him everything. He hums and processes everything that you’re saying and then pauses on the part where you tell him about Levi drawing his arm back getting ready to hit you.

“He tryna put his hands on you?”

“He didn’t get t-”

“Yeah Ion care bout that, that ain’t what’s important. He tried to hit you, that's not right,” he cuts you off and you can hear him moving around.

“What you doin Jab?” you ask.

“Fuck you mean, I’m coming to beat the shit out of him,” your eyes widen slightly and you quickly try to talk him out of it. You don’t want more trouble to be brought to the doorstep right now. There's already too much going on.

“Y/n…don’t try to talk me out of this,”

“Jabber, please don’t. There’s already so much going on right now and you beating up this bastard is the last thing I need right now,” you explain. For a moment, he’s silent until he finally just sighs.

“Fine,” he responds and you let out a breath of relief. Just then, Levi comes in and you quickly hang up the phone.

“Hey…listen, I’m finna head on out. You want anything?” he asks, clearly not caring if you really do just tryna get on your good side. You quickly shake your head and he nods, leaving out.

“Fucking asshole,” you mutter and then your phone rings again with Jabber’s name and you quickly answer it.

“Don’t be hanging up on me like that. You is not no damn celebrity,” his voice comes through and you just let out a small laugh.

“Shut up,”

~

The days go on and the arguments between you and Levi aren’t getting any better and you’re always at Jabber’s confiding in him. And on top of that, you have a live dance performance for this competition coming up soon. How great. 

One day, you’re in the dance studio doing some stretches while talking to Mina until the door opens and Jabber walks in with a bag of food. Some of the other girls that were also in the dance studio with you all look at him, giggling and whispering to themselves. It makes your stomach churn slightly.

Should you be getting jealous? No because y’all ain’t together. But does that matter after the time you guys have spent together? Nope. Anyways, he walks over to you and sits next to you, matching your pose.

“So what stretches we doin today?” he asks, making you and Mina laugh.

“This one,” you say, doing a middle split as a stretching position. His eyes widen slightly and he just crosses his legs.

“Yeah fuck nah,” he responds, flicking his hand and grabbing the bag of food.

“I’m flexible, but Ion think I want a broken back and shit,” he mutters, handing you your chicken sandwich.

“Jabber, I can’t eat this right now. I still have to dance,” he looks over at you and places it back in the bag.

“Well here, eat a fry,” he hands you a waffle fry and you take it, munching on it. He eats his food, talks with you and invites you over to his place later which of course you accept the invitation.

“Come on Y/n, let’s start this practice,” Mina grabs your hand and begins to pull you up.

“Alright alright…wish me luck,” you tap his nose and he laughs a bit. So, the practice goes by smoothly as he watches and records your dancing, loving every second of it. He loves watching you in your element. When practice is over, he stands up with your food in his hand.

“Ima go get the car warmed up Y/n,” he calls out and you nod your head, turning back to the dressing room. In the dressing room, you and Mina are getting dressed to leave the dance studio until she speaks up.

“So,” Mina’s voice hits your ear as you’re putting on your sweater.

“Don’t start,” you immediately say.

“Nah it’s just that…it seems like you two are getting close,” she smiles widely and winks, making you blush slightly.

“Shut up it ain’t even like that,”

“Well if it’s not, then why you blushing?” you freeze knowing you’re caught and can’t deny it. You roll your eyes and put your boots on, standing up.

“It’s a long story. It’s just…you ever felt something for someone but you knew you couldn’t be with them because of the other person in your life?” you suddenly ask her. She hums slightly and then nods.

“I definitely get that, but he’s a much better option than what Levi is. Besides…” She moves closer. “He seems to care for you a lot,” she finishes and your mind goes back to that night you both shared. Fuck…you quickly grab your bag and rush out the dressing room, her laughing making you smile softly. You head out the building and towards Jabber’s car, the music spilling out of it. He moves his stuff from the passenger seat and throws it in the back.

“Uhm, I think ima buy you another sandwich cause I know that shit gon be nasty as hell when you reheat it in the microwave,” he says as you get in. You nod and close the door. He begins pulling out the parking lot, one hand on the steering wheel, the other grabbing your thigh. You both sit there, just enjoying the music and the ride until he speaks.

“Okay, before we get to my place, we got some stuff to do,” he reaches in the middle console.

“Like what?”

“We finna hit up an old boy of mine,” he responds, grabbing a baggie full of acid tabs. Your eyes widen slightly at the sight of him holding LSD. What the…

“Jabber wha-” you’re cut off when you get a call. You groan slightly and Jabber turns the music down.

“Hello?”

“Where you at?” Levi’s voice comes through. You scrunch up your face and draw back a bit at the bass in his tone.

“Uhm…I just left the dance studio,” you respond.

“Oh okay, that’s nice and all, but how about you come home,” you furrow your brows.

“I’m tryna hang with my friend right now,” he groans slightly at your response.

“I don’t care bout that, come home,”

“Boy I am not coming home right now,” you retort. Jabber groans slightly and then takes the phone.

“Aye Levi, this ya boy Jabber,”

“Jabber? Why you got my girl phone?” Levi asks, his tone confused and slightly angry.

“She hanging with me today. I decided to pick her up from practice and we finna hit up some places,” he explains in a calm, rather amused tone.

“Man Jabber, you tryna get comfy with my girl or sum?”

“Is that a problem?” Jabber’s tone becomes slightly more sharper and it sends a slight electric jolt to your nether regions at the tone of his voice.

“Yeah it’s a pr-”

“Great. Glad we got that solved. Anyways, she’ll be seeing you later and will be seeing me now,” he hangs up the phone and hands it back to you.

“Controlling ass bastard,” he says, hitting a right.

“Tell me about it,” you mutter and he lets out a small chuckle.

“Welp, good news is…you ain’t gotta worry bout him for a hot minute. Isn’t that nice?” he grins that signature grin, his silver grill showing with the letter ‘J’ encrusted into the bottom fang. Whew shit that does a lot to a woman.

“Heh yeah…anyways, where are we going?” you ask him.

“We’re going to the upper district to meet up with my old boy. So, just sit back and relax,” he smiles and continues to drive. You’ve never actually been to the upper district area before…mostly because Levi always said “Nah it’s too dangerous” or whatever. Anyways, the city blurs by as he drives and you grab his hand that he has on your thigh. 

The scenery begins to change and you begin to realize you’re in new territory. As you look around, you realize that the upper district isn’t exactly what Levi described it to be. It’s actually a beautiful area with nice looking places.

“How much further Jab?” You ask him and he smiles slightly.

“Not too much further ma…we almost there,” He grabs the baggie once again and pulls his phone out, calling the guy. When the guy answers, a smooth deep voice comes through.

“Yo?”

“Aye I’m outside with ya shit,”

“Alright,” the phone call ends and then a tall guy with cornrows walks out. You’re looking at the guy, taking in his appearance until Jabber snaps you out of it.

“He look good or sum to ya ma?”

“What? No,”

“You sure? You lookin mad hard right now,” he laughs a bit, but there’s an edge to it. You quickly shake your head and laugh.

“Aight aight,” he rolls down the window and hands the man the baggie of LSD. The man hands him the money and then looks right at you.

“Who this pretty little thang is Jab?”

“Oh this Levi girl, she ridin with me cause I picked her up from the dance studio,” Jabber answers.

“Levi? You mean like Levi Robinson?”

“Yep, that’s him,” you mutter. He looks at you with a strange expression and just shakes his head.

“Whew girl,” he looks at you again. “He really likes the color red I can tell you that much,” you furrow your brows even more in confusion. What that mean?

“What you mean by that?”

“Listen, I’m just sayin,” he shrugs slightly. “He like the color red. Always over here with that damn color,” he finishes his explanation and you just scrunch up your face and look to the side tryna figure out what he means. Jabber glances at you until the guy cuts him out of his thoughts.

“Anyway Jab, Ima let yall go. Ima hit ya up next time,” he daps Jabber up and Jabber rolls his window up. He pulls out of the man’s driveway and as he’s driving, he glances at you briefly and then turns the music down.

“What’s on ya mind ma?” he asks. You shrug and then turn to him.

“Just that guy’s words…like what does he even mean by that? Levi don’t like the color red…” you mutter softly and he lets out a small hum.

“Mmm maybe it’s nothing…” you look out the window as he says that. “Or it could mean something, but no reason for you to worry that pretty little head about it,” he places his hand on your thigh and squeezes it and you just keep looking out the window. The drive is silent except for the music playing in the background. And then he breaks the silence.

“We finna hit up this small cafe I know of. Finna get whatever you want and then hand the barista some stuff,” he mentions, a small grin on his face as he drives. You look at him and then smile, nodding your head. Finally, he pulls up to the place and he gets out, running to your side and opening the door for you. You get out and then you both walk inside, heading straight up to the counter.

“Heya, welcome to Tams Refreshers. What can I get for you?” The man behind the counter smiles widely and asks. Jabber orders for the both of you after you tell him what you want and then pays the man.

“Alright, it’s gonna be at that end when it’s finished,” he says and hands the receipt to Jabber. You both walk to the other end and sit down, waiting. As you wait, he has his hand on your thigh squeezing it. When your order comes up, he goes and grabs it and the man steps from behind the counter.

“Come on,” Jabber says and gestures to the man to follow. The man nods and then Jabber grabs your arm, pulling you with him. Once outside, Jabber pulls out a baggie and begins exchanging with the man. 

You stand there, looking around and then back at him watching him handle his business. You can’t help but to admire how smooth he is and how good he looks with the sunlight bouncing right off his skin. You feel a tingling sensation down below and you press your thighs together.

“Ight bruh, that’s everything,” he daps the man up and the man walks back inside. Jabber turns to you with a smirk and then pulls you along with him. You both make it to the car and you get in first.

“Okay, one last place,” you nod and look down. As he drives through the bustling streets, your mind instantly drifts back to that man from earlier and his words. Now, you know that Levi doesn’t like the color red…but that man said that he does. 

Every time you question it, your mind always drifts back to the worst possible answer. He’s cheating with women that have either red hair or wear the color red. You gon figure it out though. You try to focus more on other stuff, but you can’t help but to think about it. Jabber steals glances at you and places his hand on your thigh again, squeezing it but not even that can snap you out your thoughts.

Now…you already did your thing with Jabber, but there've been times you’ve suspected Levi of doing shit before you even met Jabber, so of course you gon feel some typa way. Whatever. Anyways, Jabber pulls up to the place and reaches in the back.

“Okay, I know the area seems…awful, but bear with me,” you furrow your brows looking at the run down area and then back at him.

“What you f-“ you stop talking when he pulls out an M16. Your eyes widen and you point at it.

“Jab why you got that?”

“Hm? Oh this? I’m finna sell it. Now stay here, this shouldn’t take too long,” he kisses your forehead and gets out the car, walking up to the door. You look around everywhere and just shake your head. What the hell is going on?

As you sit there, your phone begins to ring. You furrow your brows slightly and look to see who it is. Your stomach does that weird flip butterfly effect as you see the name. Levi. Ugh why he callin again?

“Hello?” You answer. He sounds quite pissed on the other side when he answers.

“Why are you still with him?” You roll your eyes at his question.

“Cause he actually picked me up from the dance hall unlike someone else I know,” you hint at him. He lets out an incredulous laugh.

“Y/n…you ain’t even ask me,”

“Well because when I do, you tell me that you always doin some bullshit and can’t or sometimes you don’t even answer,” you retort. He rolls his eyes and then you hear him say something to somebody in the background.

“I said hol on,” his voice is muffled and then you hear a slight giggle. The fuck?

“This a good red?,” you hear a woman ask. He lets out a small chuckle and your stomach churns.

“Turn around…lemme see the back,” his voice is slightly muffled, but you can still make out what he’s saying. You furrow your brows as he continues talking and the woman lets out a series of giggles. You can’t take it anymore and ask,

“Who is that Levi?”

“Huh?”

“Boy if you can “huh” you can hear, don’t play with me. Who the fuck is that?” Your voice rises slightly in the car. There’s a moment of silence, only sound being the car engine and him shuffling on the other side.

“It’s just a friend, why you getting so worked up?”

“Beca-“ you stop talking when you hear that guy’s voice from earlier again.

“He really likes the color red…” begins to echo in your mind.

“He like the color red…he always over here with that damn color,” your face scrunches as you finally realize.

“Goodbye Levi,”

“Wh-“

“Good and the fuck bye,” you finally say and hang up. Stupid bastard. You look out the window as you wait on Jabber to get back, twiddling your fingers. Finally, Jabber comes back and gets in the car all happy about his sale.

“Whew look at this shit ma, I got a-“ he looks at you and notices your expression and silence. “What’s wrong?” He asks. You look at him and shake your head.

“Nothing wrong,”

“Nah sum wrong, what happened?” He places his hand on your thigh, squeezing it slightly.

“Jab, I’m really not in the mood to talk about it,”

“Well ima get it out of you one way or the other,” he mutters, squeezing your thigh again. He puts the car in drive and pulls off from the curb. Jabber glances at you from time to time, wondering what’s going through your mind.

“We’re finna head back to my place since everything’s done with. I can make you something to eat if you’d like,” he offers. You shrug slightly and he grunts softly. The drive back to his place is silent except for the music playing in the background. And when you finally get there, you both go inside and he grabs your hand.

“Tell me what the fuck is wrong,”

“It’s nothing Jabber co-“

“You look very bothered and you're silent. That’s not at all like you…what is wrong Y/n?” His voice comes out firm and gentle at the same time. You look down and finally just tell him.

“Jabber, Levi called me and I heard a woman’s voice in the background. And…” he looks at you, watching you struggle to find the rest of your words. He pulls you into a hug and kisses the top of your head.

“Yeah…I know,” he mutters, voice muffled slightly. You can’t cry cause you’ve already fucked Jabber, but deep down it still hurts cause you did love Levi. You did start to heavily dislike him after everything that’s been going on, but you still held some sort of love for him. Whatever now.

~

The days go by and after you picked up your stuff from Levi’s place, you haven’t heard from him, haven’t heard anything about him and you’ve been staying with Jabber since he let you stay at his place. Jabber has been taking his time with you, offering support whenever and just being how he usually is.

And your feelings for him have grown a lot stronger ever since. One night, you’re riding him real good until he gets a call. Levi.

“Man what this fool want,” he mutters and you slow down, looking at him. He looks at you and smirks.

“Nah don’t stop…keep going,” you nod and pick up your pace once again as he answers, putting it on speaker.

“Yo Jab,” Jabber quickly grabs your hips as he feels your hips beginning to still at the sound of Levi’s voice.

“What’s up man?” He asks as he moves you up and down his thick shaft, biting his lip in the process.

“Man I just need to talk to you…is it cool if I could come over?”

“Mmmm,” he hums and then flips you both to where you’re on your stomach while he’s on top.

“Ion know man, lowkey kinda busy…but you can go ahead and tell me what’s up over the phone,” Jabber says as he aligns himself with your leaking cunt. As he does so, your mind goes back to that night he did something like this after your big fight with Levi. And it lowkey turns you on.

“I just…I miss Y/n man,” Levi speaks into the phone. Jabber holds in his laugh and puts his phone down on the bed. Levi continues talking while Jabber moves inside of you, his length hitting your lower abdomen. You bite your lip, trying to stifle any noise that could escape your mouth.

“So, what I’m hearing is that you’ve been…” he pauses and inhales slightly, his mouth hanging open and then he snaps out of it.

“A real fucking dick and basically had other women around you thinking she wouldn’t find out about it…” he leans down and bites your neck causing a slight gasp to escape your pretty lips. He smirks and continues,

“And when she did, she packed her shit…left and here you are now calling me…talking bout you miss her,”

“Well…yeah…I messed up and I just…I’m a wreck without her,” Levi mutters and Jabber holds in an evil chuckle and shakes his head. He grins as he looks at you and thrusts slightly deeper making you let out a small noise that’s still audible to Levi.

“What was that Jab?” Levi asks.

“Nun bruh…just continue talking,” he wraps his hand in your hair and pulls your head up, thrusting into your sopping pussy even more.

“Don’t worry…we gon give him a show soon,” he whispers in your ear and you furrow your brows slightly in confusion. He reaches under you, placing his finger on your swollen clit which causes you to gasp a bit and your mouth hangs open, your tongue beginning to roll out your mouth.

Levi’s voice continues to fill your ears as a muffled sound as you’re more focused on the pleasure being emitted in your lower region. Jabber’s length hits that part inside you that basically hurts so good and your eyes roll back and you let out a weak whimper.

“Jabber, bruh…fuck is that noise?”

“It’s the tv chill,” he responds and continues thrusting. He then shifts, pulling your hips into the air, placing one hand on your right hip and sliding two fingers in your mouth with the other. You suck on his fingers, coating them with your saliva as it trails out the sides of your mouth and onto the bed sheets.

“Yeah just like that…” he whispered, his voice making it all the better. His thrust become slightly more aggressive, his balls hitting your clit real good to cause a nasty white ring to form around his shaft.

“Fuck Jabber,” your voice comes out slightly muffled around his fingers and Levi goes silent.

“Aye wait a minute…that sounded like y/-“

“That ain’t her, that’s the tv like I said,” Jabber’s brows furrow in concentration.

“That is definitely her bruh, I know her voice,”

“Why you tryna…fuck baby…read so much into it bruh?”

“Cause it sound like you…matter of fact, fuck what you doin, I’m coming over,” Levi says and hangs up. Now, anybody would feel a certain way in this situation. Scared. Like you sort of were…but that ain’t faze Jabber. He was hoping for that idiot to finally show up. Not like Levi gon do anything about it anyway. Levi has always been scared of Jabber. Just cause he know Jabber crazy as fuck. 

“Shiii whatever…he got a key to my place anyway,” he mutters and removes his fingers from your mouth, grabbing your other hip and begins pounding into you roughly making you cry out in pleasure. He spanks your cheeks until they feel like they’re on fire.

“Uh huh…you like that shit ma?” He pants heavily as he looks down at your arched back.

“Fuck yes baby…” you moan out, your tongue hanging out your mouth, saliva creating a puddle beneath your face on the bed. He grins widely at the sight and pounds into you even more, hitting that spot just right inside you.

You grab hold of the sheets as your body begins to shift downwards. He immediately brings you back up, holding you in place.

“Nah don’t run now…stay just like that,” your eyes roll to the back of your head, loving the way he talks. You begin throwing it back on him and his eyes roll back in pure bliss, your ass slapping against his lower abdomen. He hears a car pull up outside, knowing exactly who it is.

“Ya hear that ma?”

“Huh?” You hum out incoherently.

“Our little friend is outside,” he grins that toothy grin at you. “This gon be fun,” he thrusts inside you hard once. Your mind tries to process what he’s saying to you, making you more confused and making your bouncing slow down.

“Wait huh?”

“You gon figure it out,” he mutters as he wraps his hand around your neck and takes over, his hips slapping against yours from behind. Your sensitive cunt throbs around his dick, making his breathing stutter slightly.

“Fuck you squeezing me so good baby,” he lets out a shaky laugh. That’s when you hear loud footsteps running around downstairs and then up the stairs. Jabber leans over, grabbing his gun just in case Levi tries to pull some shit.

Just then, the bedroom door slams open and there stands a heavy breathing figure…with an angry and surprised expression on his face. Jabber grins and bites his lip as he looks at his friend who watches him pound into his ex girl.

“What’s up man?” Jabber says so casually.

“Man what the fuck you doin?!” Levi’s voice booms through the room. Jabber continues thrusting, the nasty squelching noises is like an insult to injury to Levi.

“What you mean bruh?”

“Fuck you mean what I mean, you fucking my girl!”

“Uh uh, ex girl…don’t try to take claim over her when I’m the one painting her walls,” You can feel your adrenaline spike slightly, but…the more you look at this situation, the more turned on you are. And you can’t help but let out a small giggle.

“Man it don’t matter and yo ass giggling and shit,” Jabber laughs at his friend’s outburst and leans down, kissing you. You kiss him back, panting heavily into his mouth.

“Oh yall think this shit a fucking game huh?” He pulls the slide back, ready to shoot but Jabber is faster. He shoots Levi in the foot, making the man yell out and fall to the ground.

“Oh come on now…ya don’t wanna bleed all over ya homeboy carpet do ya?” Jabber’s cunning ass voice comes out smooth which makes Levi pant and narrow his eyes at him.

“Listen, I don’t think anybody here want ya ass on a T-shirt, so put the gun down and watch…relax,” he lets out a chuckle, grabbing your left hip with his left hand while his other is still aiming at Levi. “I don’t think I’d wanna put another bullet in another area,” he finishes with a wide smile. 

Now, to be honest, this would scare someone right? Well…it mostly turned you on. And you wanted more. You thrusted back on him, making him stop and bite his lip harder. He’s careful not to pull that trigger, but his grip does tighten around the handle.

Levi can’t help, but to watch in horror as he’s scared to make any sudden move.

“Ah Jabber…fuck baby, just like that,” you moan out, your juices coating his dick even more. He grabs your shoulder and meets your bouncing, making sure you feel it hitting that part in your lower abdomen.

“Ah fuck baby…I’m finna fucking cum,” his voice comes out low and your body feels like ecstasy is running through it. You look at Levi as he watches, his face contorting in pain and anger.

“Man fuck this bullshit,” he groans and limps out, hitting the doorframe. He’s still clutching his foot as he stumbles down the stairs.

“Good…don’t need your stupid ass,” Jabber whispers, not even caring.

“Don’t worry bout him Jab…just focus on me,” you manage to get out, your heartbeat quickening. He lets out a breathy chuckle and thrusts one more time inside you, painting your walls white. You can feel him stutter slightly against you, trying to catch his breath while making sure you get every drop.

He then pulls out, falling to the side of you as he pants heavily.

“Man damn…” he looks over at you and smiles widely while you smile at him.

“You are somethin else,” you mutter as you lay there. He reaches over, wrapping his arm around you.

“Yeah heh…now it’s time to finish you off…”

“What?” You furrow your brows. He grins widely.

“Ima show you exactly how I can love you better than him,” he flips you over on your back and dips his head right between your legs, licking a long stripe up your sensitive cunt all the way to your swollen clit. 

He flicks his tongue over it a couple of times and then wraps his lips around the bud, focusing his tongue on that one specific area that makes your legs shake. You grab the back of his head, your nails digging into his scalp.

“Ah fuck Jabber…” your voice comes out shaky. He unwraps his lips for a second and then does it again, his tongue focusing on that spot. Your legs begin to shake even more, making you wrap them around his head. Your body squirms and your back arches slightly off the bed. You try to push his head away slightly cause of the overwhelming sensation, but he stays rooted to his spot.

“J-J-ahhh fuck!” You can’t even finish his name, his tongue making you see stars. He looks up at you, loving the way you’re going crazy just from his tongue. As his tongue continues to flick and hit that sensitive part on your clit, you feel like you’re about to cum so easily.

Your hips begin to move on their own against his face, trying to build up friction against his tongue. You furrow your brows in concentration, trying to focus on that pleasurable sensation. Your mouth hangs slightly open as small moans and pants leave your mouth.

“Fuck Jab…please don’t stop,” you plead with him as you continue to move your hips a bit faster. Your juices coat his face and by the way he looking at you, he not finna stop. He doesn’t change his pace or anything, he just continues going just like you want him to. He hums against your soaking pussy, making your eyes roll back.

You bite your lip and you can feel the knot forming in your stomach. You move your hips even faster, your heart rate picking up as you come closer to finishing on his face. He flicks his tongue even more against the swollen bud until you come undone on his face, coating it even more. 

He licks even more, prolonging your orgasm. Finally, after a few moments, he pulls his face away and looks at you with a huge smile. You’re panting slightly as you look at him and smile a bit.

“What’s with that face?”

“Told you I can love you better than he can,” you roll your eyes and smile, falling back against the pillows with a wide smile on your face. This man…

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“I saw it and thought it was cute. It made me think of you,” you say to him, rubbing your fingers together. He furrows his brows even more, but just puts it in his hair anyway.

“Okay, well thanks,” he mutters and goes back to shooting the arrow from the bow he was holding. That was basically the start of everything. He helped you with something one day, a first act of kindness from anyone in that school other than your friend Lulu. You began to grow feelings for him, heavy feelings. And every week, you’d gift him something whether it be a letter, a flower you found out on the sports field, or something in the store that made you think of him.

He’d always accept it until it started to become a problem.

“Y/N, why do you continue to gift me things?” he looks at you with a frustrated expression.

“I just…I really like you, I wanna show that to you,”

“Well stop, it’s not gonna make me change anything for you. You’re just a classmate and teammate that’s on the archery team with me. Just find somebody else,” he mumbles the last bit and walks away. You frown at his words, but of course it doesn’t deter you. If anything, it pushes you to keep advancing on him. You wanted him to like you back so bad. No matter what it took.

“Lulu…I don’t know what to do,” you say to her, fiddling with your hair.

“What do you mean?” she asks, filing her nails.

“I mean, I’m trying so hard to get his attention and no matter what I do, he just brushes it off. It’s making me feel sad,” you mutter as she frowns.

“Well, you gotta accept that everybody won’t like you Y/N…that’s just how life is. We can’t force people to like us,” she responds, trying to make you understand. You nod, but it doesn’t do anything to your lovestruck heart. Why couldn’t he just like you back? The time went on and each time, you’d keep giving him things, following him around, stealing some of his stuff. But, that’s as far as it went.

One day, you’re on the archery field, getting into your pose to make sure you can hit the target. As you draw back the arrow, something catches out the corner of your eye. That one new member of the archery team. You put the bow and arrow down as you watch her talk with Cyrus and then you realize who she is. She’s a girl from the tech department. Delaney.

It makes your blood simmer as you watch him basically smiling at her as they talk. Something he’s never done with you before. You avert your gaze as you continue to try and shoot the arrow, but you’re so off that you can’t even perform correctly. You decide to just come back later for late night practice. 

And then, that continues on for days and each time, it pisses you off. When the competition happened, you ended up winning for your team, but he didn’t congratulate you. Nobody did. They just went to her when she got the lowest scores.

It pissed you off mad heavily, but couldn’t do nothing right? Yeah…and then one day, as you’re drawing it back, your anger and jealousy boils over, consuming you and you aim right at her. You shoot the arrow, but she moves out the way just in time. Everybody looks towards the arrow and then to where it came from…and of course, he got mad with you.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” he yells out, glaring at you. You’re snapped out of your anger and jealousy and everything is back to you being on the archery field.

“Huh?” you look at him surprised. What happened? Did…

“Why would you shoot the arrow at Delaney?” he asks you, anger etched in his voice. You furrow your brows and then it hits you.

“I-I didn’t…mean to…sh..” you look between his and her glaring looks. If looks could kill, then you’d be dead.

“You just can’t handle me talking to another woman can you?”

“What…I-”

He continues to argue with you, his anger becoming more and more present as he begins to spew everything to everyone.

“And stop taking my shit…you creepy fucking bitch. I will never fucking like you,” he spat harshly, taking the hair pin out of his hair and throwing it to the ground in front of you. As you stare at the ground, you can hear everyone’s murmurs, feel every stare and hateful glare on you and it makes you feel terrible.

“Imagine getting so jealous that you almost kill someone,”

“She’s fucking insane…”

“Damn bitch,”

All the words hit you and you pick up the hairpin, staring at it. Everyone begins to walk away until there’s nobody left on the field, just you and the tears beginning to stream down your face.

“He…ca…wh…” you can’t even make sense as everything begins to process in your brain. And then, a broken smile decorates your face as you fiddle with the hair pin.

“He didn’t…mean it. Right?” you mumble to yourself.

It continues for the next few days until one day, you finally get him alone and pin him to the ground. He struggles to pry you off, but you use all your strength to keep him to the ground.

“Get the fuck off of me bruh, fuck is your problem?!” he yells out at you as tears fall down your face and onto his.

“No…why do you hate me Cyrus?” you ask him as he looks at you with frustration and fearfulness on his face.

“What-”

“Why do you hate me so much when I’ve tried so hard…I will do anything for you Cy…” you whisper, holding him tighter as he winces slightly.

“You’re fucking insane-man help!” He screams out, hoping someone could help him. You continue to ask him over and over, hoping for an answer that never comes. It only brings a crowd of the people from your school to watch you straddle and pin this guy to the ground, asking him the same stupid question over and over.

“Fuck is her problem,” one whispers loud enough to hear.

“I don’t know, but she has serious fucking problems,”

“He stupid bitch, get off of him!”

“Fucking weirdo…go the fuck away,” but you ignore every single insult, every ill word that was thrown your way. Lulu comes up behind you, pulling you off of him.

“Y/N, come on girl…we gotta get out of here,” she calmly says to you, but you’re so lost in everything else, everything else blurs around you…everything is hazy to your ears.

“Why do you hate me?”

~

“Why do you hate me…” the words echo around in your mind, the past beginning to haunt you. You sit on the couch, fiddling with the hair pin as the dim light of the tv casts a glow on your face and the living room. That day, your classmates called the hellguard to come and suppress you, but you ran away just in time with Lulu. Right into Reyan City. She housed you and when you got a job, you immediately went right into therapy. Then, you saved enough to buy your own place.

You take the hair pin out, looking at it. He wore it until that day you almost shot the girl with that arrow. A tear runs down your cheek as memories flood in. Was the tear from the hurt or do you still have feelings for this guy?

“Why…” you mumble and then you sit up, remembering Jabber. You quickly go to the room you locked him in to see him tugging slightly at the chains. Hoping he can take your mind off of it.

“Jabber…” you whisper his name and he looks at you.

“Oh, it seems like you’re back…” his pink eyes lock onto yours. You look at him, no sign of the lovestruck idiot anymore. He furrows his brows in confusion at your expression.

“Sum wrong restaurant girl?” he asks you, his grin widening a bit. You come closer to him and then his grin falters a bit when he sees your tear stained cheek.

“Why…” your voice comes out slightly broken. He scrunches his face a bit as he stares at you. You cup his face as you take in every detail of him. His face somewhat resembles Cyrus’s. The more you look at him, the more you see Cyrus’s face. And it infuriates you. You narrow your eyes, grit your teeth and then punch him. His head snaps to the side and he lets out a groan.

“Yoo…what the he-” he’s interrupted by another punch.

“Why would you do that to me?” you ask, hitting him again. He’s confused, but aroused from your aggressive behavior. He begins to smile, but you on the other hand can’t get the image of Cyrus out of your mind.

“Everything I did for you, you still hated me…made me look like a fool for loving you,” you spat, completely not in your right mind. You can’t accept the fact that some things you did were out of line. No matter the progress you made during that therapy, you couldn’t come to terms with it.

“Cyrus, why did you hate me so much?” you finally broke down and began to cry. Jabber stared at you, confused, aroused…all of the above.

“Cyrus?” he mutters the name, wondering who that could be. You stare at him until Jabber finally comes back into view and then you begin to smile out of nowhere. Blood covers his nose and mouth from all your punches.

“Ima…go and calm down,” you stand up and begin to walk away. The sound of chains hit your ear, rattling and slightly ragged breaths.

“Wait, that’s it? You’re gonna give me an emotional show, hit me…and then leave just like that?” you stand there, taking in his words.

“And not help me out?” he asks suddenly, making your mouth open slightly. You turn to him with furrowed brows, confused on what he means.

“Boy what…” you turn to him as he grins.

“You not gon fix the problem you caused?” he asks more upfront this time. 

“My dick is all hard from your aggressiveness and you just gon leave me just like that?” Your eyes widen a bit in surprise at his suggestive tone and then you laugh.

“No…not in the mood,” you say and walk out the room. But, later that night, you couldn’t help but to go back inside the room and lay down on the bed. He looks at you as you lay there with a confused expression.

“What are you doing?” he asks, face twisting slightly in disgust and curiosity.

“Just laying here,” you respond and he sighs slightly.

“And why?”

“Because I wanna sleep next to you,” you mutter, laying your head on his leg. He stares at you as your eyes close shut and just shakes his head.

“You’re not gonna give up, are you?” he suddenly asks you as you just lay there.

“Nope…I won’t. Not until you agree to finally be mine,” you reply and go to sleep.

~

As the time goes by, your obsession for him grows if that was even possible. And as it grows, your violence towards Jabber continues. You hurt him, punch him with everything you got and he just smiles and takes it. He admits to it that it gets him riled up. And with every admission to it, every hit, it makes you feel a certain way too. And by night time, you’re curled up by him. One day, you walk into the room, adjusting your hat.

“Alright Jabber, I gotta go to work,” you say to him as he looks up at you.

“You not gon let me out?” he suddenly asks and you shake your head.

“Man no…you’ll escape and I don’t need that. I need you to stay here with me. I’ll bring you your food later,” you say to him. As you turn to leave, you suddenly stop when his laughing rings out in the spacious room.

“Oh…ima get out one day,” he exclaims, chuckling some more. You look at him, amused at his small declaration.

“You’re funny sweetheart…I’d like to see that,” you respond and walk out. But, deep down…you couldn’t shake the feeling that one day he just might get out. You shrug it off for now and just go to work. Later, you give him his food when you make it home and feed him. He’s chewing his food as you watch.

“You must love seeing me like this, huh?” his voice breaks the silence as you give him another bite of his food.

“Yeah, I do. I just like the fact that you can’t move and push me away,” you explain to him and let him take a sip of his drink. He’s staring at you, chewing silently as he sees the lovestruck expression on your face. He then catches a glimpse of the hair pin and then swallows.

“Been meaning to ask…where’d you get the hair pin?” he wonders, watching as it glints in the dim light.

“Huh? Oh…I bought it for somebody back in the day and then they gave it back to me,” you touch the pin, thinking about it.

“Who? That guy Cyrus you were crying about?” you look at him as he keeps his pink eyes on you.

“Don’t worry about it…he’s no longer important,” you say, standing up, gathering the trash. He swallows as his brows furrow slightly.

“I just wanted to know cause I’m cu-” he’s interrupted when you hit him in his head.

“I said he’s no longer important now, stop asking,” you groan in frustration. He looks at you, his eyes glinting with excitement, his pants beginning to feel tight.

“Anyways, Ima hit the shower. I’ll be back in a bit,” you leave the room and head to the bathroom. Later, before you go to check up on Jabber, you look around for your baggie but it’s nowhere to be seen. You realize you’ve already used it all, so you call your plug and leave out to get more. After a while, you return and sit down on the couch, forming a thin line on the table.

“Been a long day…wonder what he’s up to…” you mutter to yourself. You lean down and snort, letting the drug take over. With him, he’s sitting there, pulling slightly at the chains as he thinks of how to get out…and why he’s starting to feel attracted to someone who isn’t even a giver. 

Was it just you kidnapping him and hitting him all the time? Of course it couldn’t be genuine attraction in that way…dude was too focused on getting beaten on to be emotionally attracted to someone. Well whatever it was, it occupied his mind and he was really looking forward to more.

You stand up from the couch and walk over to the room he’s in, closing the door behind you and walking to him.

“Hey Jabber,” you greet him and lay down next to him. As you look at him, the more vivid he gets…and you were concerned if this was all a hallucination.

“Don’t hey me,” he’s wearing his signature grin as he looks at you.

“Let me out…” he says, pulling at the chains again.

“No Jabber…” you mutter as you cup his face.

“You’ll leave me…I don’t want you to leave me,” you say to him, not smiling or anything.

“Cause if you do leave, Ima have to kill you. I don’t wanna do that…” you whisper as you press your cheek against his. A shiver runs up his spine at your cold, manic tone. For once, he shows slight fear from this kind of thing.

“Get off of me…” he mutters. You shake your head and then grab his shoulders, digging your nails in.

“No…lemme stay like this Jab,” he scrunches his face, inhaling and exhaling. His pink eyes begin to glow as he tries to use his vital instrument and then you sink your teeth in his neck. He sucks in sharply at the intense pressure from your teeth and then bites his lip to stifle a moan.

“Put them away Jabber…” you command.

“No, why should I even listen to you?” he rolls his eyes and then yells slightly when you punch him in his ribs.

“I said to put them the fuck away,” your tone hits him and he obeys you. You lean back, looking at him and then smile, kissing his lips.

“Good…now let’s go to sleep baby,” you lay back down.

“I’m not your b-”

“Let’s go to sleep…baby,” you put emphasis on the word “baby” daring him to argue with you.

~

Days go on and he starts to get comfortable with you coming in, sleeping next to him, biting and hitting him, loving the pain you inflict on him. And he wishes he could do the same, but…can’t cause you got him chained up. Refusing to let him go. He just hates how you won’t help him when he’s painfully hard.

“Girl, you haven’t talked about Jabber in a hot minute. Finally over him?” Lulu asks, stocking her side. You sarcastically laugh and shove her slightly.

“No, I just have better things to do other than that,” you say to her, the lie falling smoothly out of your mouth. But she knows you better than anyone…you don’t get over someone just like that. But she laughs it off just letting it go.

You stand there, looking to the side  as you stock your area, mind filled with the thoughts of him. Later, when you get home, you take a shower and go straight to him, climbing on the bed he’s on.

“Hm? What’s up?” his tone fills your ears, the smoothness of it sending a jolt to your nether regions.

“Nothing, I just wanted to come and talk with you,” you say, biting your lip. He finds himself smiling at you for some reason, pulling at the chains.

“Oh really? You gon hit me again? Help me out this time?” he hopes as you crawl closer to him. You lick his plump lips and he shivers slightly.

“Come on, don’t play with me. Please…” his pleas are like music to your ears. Your sultry smile decorates your face and you begin to kiss him, biting his lip hard. He hisses slightly at the feeling, loving it. You lick the blood from his lip and pull back.

“Your blood…tastes very sweet,” you lick his lips again and stand up.

“I’ll see you later Jab,” he looks at you with disappointment.

“Oh c’mon…please, I need it. I can’t take it anymore,” he pulls even more at the chains, hissing at the slight pain from them digging in. You turn to him, smile wide, and walk out. You’ve come to realize, he’s beginning to become like you. Obsessed and yearning.

~

His begging becomes more and more, but he’s not saying what you wanna hear.

“Please Y/N…I need it. Please…hurt me some more…help me out,” he begs, pulling at the chains again and salivating at the mouth. Your eyes become wild with excitement and love as you wipe the drool from his mouth.

“But Jabber…not until you tell me what I wanna hear,” you respond in an innocent voice. He narrows his eyes and shakes his head, already knowing what it is.

“I refuse,” he mutters. You shrug and stand up.

“Oh well, guess you won’t get what you want. Keep begging for me so I can get off to it,” you laugh as he looks at you with wide eyes.

“No wait, please! I’m sorry, ple-” he’s cut off when you slam the door shut, the lock echoing through the room. He grins widely, his pink eyes wild with arousal and frustration. He moves his hips slightly, basically humping the air at this point.

“Fuck…I can’t do this anymore. I need it…I need it…I need h-it…I need…” he mutters over and over again until finally,

“I need her…I need her so bad,” he laughs loudly, voice filling up the room.

He looks up when you open the door and shakes his head slightly, moving his dreads out his face.

“You came back? Are you gonna help me out now?” his voice rings out and you crawl on the bed, getting in front of him. You shake your head and he groans slightly.

“C’mon, I’m getting a bit bored here waiting like this…when are you gonna finally do something? Thought you said you were gonna make me yours…” he murmurs and shakes his head in disappointment. He knows why…but he just can’t come to terms with accepting that proposal of yours.

“You know exactly why I’m not doing anything Jabber baby,” you say to him as he glares at you.

“I love you,” you smile at him and he rolls his eyes.

“I hate you…” he responds harshly and you just laugh.

“What stupid words…you’re gonna love me one day. I’m so head over heels for you, it’s crazy,” your voice takes on a manic tone, his eyes widening slightly. He’s taken aback by the sudden mood shift in you, but then he laughs. Amused by this.

~

The weeks go by and you haven’t made any advances on him except for kissing him, scratching him and biting him. He still refuses to say what it is that you want him to say…to finally give in and be yours. But, you can always hear him muttering through the door.

“I need her…I need her…I can’t do it no more…I want her so bad,” his voice rings out in your ears as you walk up the stairs of your apartment complex. You smile to yourself, your lovestruck expression on display as you reach the door. Tonight, you were gonna give in instead and help him out.

But, as you walk through the door, you begin to feel very odd. It was way too quiet. Usually you’d hear Jabber laughing to himself, chains rattling…the tv on. But this time, the tv was off, no laughing or chains, not even the lights were on.

“Jabber?” you call out his name, acting as if he can come out and greet you. You don’t hear anything and every emotion hits you. Your smile and lovestruck expression falters and you quickly go to check the room only to find him out of his chains and grinning widely. Your eyes widen as you take in the sight, your adrenaline beginning to spike.

“How did…” he turns to you, his grin widening even further.

“Oh man…you had to be gone for a while just so I could get myself out of that little chain prison you put me in,” he explains, walking over to you.

“But man…you worked me over so good I just had to get out of it,” he exclaims, his voice taking on a slightly higher tone.

“What ar-” he’s quick with it, making his way to you and closing the door behind you.

“You had me painfully chained to that wall and didn’t help me out with my problem…” he leans closer to you, his warm breath hitting your face.

“Not that I’m complaining though…it felt nice in all honesty…” you hit him with your fist, his head snapping to the side and he begins to cackle. He turns back to you, his wild pink irises boring into you.

“J-jabber…wait a m-”

“Nah fuck all that…it’s my turn,” he grins even more and then hits you out of nowhere. Your head snaps to the side, stunning you for a bit and then everything begins to process. But, instead of being mad…you’re excited. Aroused. And you wanted more. You hit him back, both of you going at it. Kicking, hitting, biting…anything. Finally, he grabs your wrist, dragging you to the bed and pushes you down roughly.

“You thought you were just gonna keep making me wait? Thinking I wasn’t gonna keep getting frustrated about it?” he tilts his head to the side, a manic grin spreading across his face. You look up at him and his eyes begin to glow and then cold metal touches you.

“I need you so bad Y/N…I need you so bad…so…ima do it first…and you’re allowed to finish,” he whispers, drool escaping his mouth and falling on your shirt. Something feels so odd about this entire thing to you for some reason. Maybe it’s just the poison. But something about this entire scene is off to you.

“What do y-”

“What if I stab you right now?” he suddenly asks, cutting you off as his face draws closer to yours. You couldn’t deny, the position he put you in aroused you so much that it basically hurt at this point. You hit his chest hard and he grunts with each hit.

“Yeah, keep going Y/N…just like that,” he groans slightly, his pants feeling tighter as he drags his mankira along your skin. You look up at him, taking in those wild pink eyes.

“Move Jabber…I’m su-”

“Nah, it’s my turn, remember? You wanted to restrict me…” he chuckles, the sound low as his right claw drags along your face and the other on your side.

“You also remember telling me about how you wanted me to hurt you?” he asks, the smirk turning to a grin. You nod and he licks your lips.

“Well…now I wanna get real nasty,” he scratches your face with the claw, drawing blood. And just like that, your body seizes up just like it did last time. Ah shit…

“Hope you’re up for this restaurant worker…” he mutters, taking your pants and panties off. You couldn’t deny…you loved it. You loved what he was doing to you. You came in with the mindset of doing it to him…but now, he’s doing it to you. He takes your shirt off carefully next and then grabs at the chains, wrapping them around your wrists. Your eyes widen slightly, knowing you can’t move at all…but he’s making sure of that.

“Look how the tables have turned…” he leans back, admiring you. He drags his claw over your pierced nipples, then down your stomach and then taps it right on your pubic bone.

“You know…I didn’t think I’d actually begin to like you. But…” he pauses, pressing the tip of his claw against your clit. You suck in sharply and he looks at you with a smirk.

“I’ve come to like you for real…” he finishes, pulling the hair tie he usually has on his wrist off and pulling his locs back into a messy loc bun. You look at him through hooded breaths, the poison making it hard to focus. He smiles down at you, taking in the sight of you.

“My need for you has grown so much that I just had to take matters into my own hands…Y/N, I need it…I want it so bad!” he basically screams out and spreads your legs open, staring down at your paralyzed body. He admires you, grinning ear to ear enjoying the sight before him.

“How lovely. You’re spread wide for me, pussy glistening and just so obedient,” his tone turns you on even more and you wish you could just grab him. He crawls backward, laying between your legs and kissing your clit. Your breathing is already ragged, but it gets worse as his tongue dives right into your folds, lapping at your sweet juices. Your face scrunches up, the pleasure mixing with the pain from the poison coursing through your veins.

“Mmmm so fucking sweet…” he moans against your pussy, spelling his name on your clit.

“J…” he says, doing the motion with his tongue.

“A…”

“B…”

“B…”

“E…”

“R…” he finishes, his long tongue dancing against your pretty, sopping cunt. The more he flicks his tongue, the more you can feel yourself getting closer, the knot building in your stomach and then suddenly he stops.

“Thought I was gonna let ya finish?” he asks, looming over you and kissing you, allowing you to suck on his tongue. He removes his tongue from your mouth and smiles.

“I’m not giving you permission,” he says and then slides his pants and boxers off. You look at him and he strokes himself, wrapping his clawed hand around his length while his other hand rubs against your pussy, using your wetness to lather himself with.

“I’m so psyched for what you’re gonna do when I let you take over!” He smiles wide, enjoying every bit of this. He aligns himself with your slit, pushing inside and he groans loudly and his eyes roll back.

“Mm fuck…” he moans out, beginning to roll his hips against yours. You let out small moans, feeling the pressure of his dick in your lower abdomen. You look around, your entire mind fogged over, eyes hazy from the effects of the poison and lust.

“Look at you…already so out of it. Don’t worry, that poison will be out in no time…then you’ll- ah fuck yeah!- be able to, mm shittt…take over,” he manages to get out through his moans, as he pounds into you over and over again. Finally, you start to feel movement in your limbs again, but still not fully able to move like you want to. He notices and grins widely.

“Oh? Seems you have movement…” he grabs hold of your hip with one hand and then releases your wrists from the chains with the other. Your limbs are able to move a bit more and he leans down, biting your neck. You moan softly and he licks the blood. Finally, you grab hold of him and he leans back.

“Let’s see wh-” he can’t finish his sentence when you flip him over and begin to bounce on him.

“Ah fuck yeah…you wanted to see what I got?” your eyes roll back as his dick hits that spot inside you. He grabs hold of your hips, digging his fingers into them

“Yeah! There it is…come on, give it to me some more,” he encourages you. You look down at him and he reaches up with one hand, slapping you as your face snaps to the side. You grin and hit him back. He laughs and pants, doing the same again. The hit spurs you on, making the moment so much better. You place both of your hands on his chest, tongue lolling out as you feel immense pleasure throughout your body.

Your legs begin to shake as you ride him and he grabs the back of your neck.

“Damn y/n…” he whispers, grinning, loving every second of it. You look around, his hips beginning to meet your bounces. But, as you look around, the room becomes so vivid…not in a good way. It’s like a blur to you. His moans start to echo in your ears, your eyesight hazy. You start to see double. Is it maybe an after effect of the poison? Or what? Then, you turn back to look at him and his words start to echo in your ears.

“You like that?” he asks, his finger tapping against your neck. You’re so out of it, you can’t even focus or answer.

“Fuck…” you moan softly and he laughs a bit.

“Ima take that as a yes…” he responds, biting his lip as his hips thrust up inside you, nasty, squelching noises filling the room. His tip hits that spot that makes your body jolt and it feels like your head is spinning.

“Hey…” his voice blurs in the background in the midst of everything. You turn back to him as he’s looking up at you.

“Hey..” you can’t even focus, but the voice comes even louder. The echoing begins to die down. And as it does so, a dark figure with a blurry, vibrant background comes into your view. And he begins to vanish.

“Hey!” you’re jolted awake as you look around frantically. You’re back in the restaurant, right back at the register. You wipe your face, quivering between your thighs. What the hell? That’s when two fingers snap in front of your face and you look at the robed figure. Huh?

“Did you get my order?” the grinning man asks, his voice sounding very ragged and smooth at the same time. The voice sounds so familiar. You finally begin to focus on the man and see pink eyes. Those same pink eyes. Wait a minute…

“You just gon stand there like a deer in headlights? Or what?” he rolls his eyes and grins wider. You straighten up immediately and point towards the screen.

“I’m sorry sir, what was it that you said you wanted?” you ask. He leans closer, two locs falling in front of his face. “Wasn’t I just…in a room? Having sex with-”

“A number 9,” he reaches into his pocket for some money. You quickly ring it up and tell him the total. He hands it to you and everything feels like deja vu. You’ve done this before. You furrow your brows slightly, trying to make sense of this situation.

“Am I trippin?” you mutter to yourself. You shake your head and then look up at him, handing the order number to him. He’s about to walk away until you stop him.

“What?” he asks, furrowing his brows. You hesitate slightly, wondering if you should ask…but you need to know.

“Sir uhm…weird question, but…what’s your name?” he quirks an eyebrow at your question and then chuckles slightly.

“Little restaurant worker wants to know my name huh?” you look at him, waiting. This feels way too familiar.

“Okay, ima just let you know cause I’m happy today. They call me Jabber. Jabber Wonger,” and your eyes widen. He walks away, leaving you to wonder about it all. And that’s when you realize that the entire thing was just a hallucination. 

All the stalking, all the talking with him, straddling him in that abandoned place, holding him captive…everything. None of that was real. That’s when you realized that your condition was getting worse. No progress was being made. And when you turn to look at him, you can tell that the hallucination was about to become a reality.

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A simple “Hey, how you doing?” or an “I’m good” did it for you. Maybe a few more words will be exchanged, but you quickly terminated the conversation in fear of that happening again. So, every chance you got, you distracted yourself with many different things. And some use drinking, doing drugs, or having sex as a distraction. You battled with the drug part. Mostly because someone you used to know introduced you to it. Anyways, for the time being, everything was going personally well for you. 

You hung out with your friends, listened to music, wrote in your notebook, worked, seeing your psychologist…doing drugs. And it was working out pretty damn well until he came around. Jabber Wonger.

“Have a good day ma’am,” you smile, handing her her bag and watch as she leaves. You turn to him when he walks up.

“Hey sir, what ca…” your voice dies down as you look at him, taking every detail of him in. He was wearing a robe with a hood that hid his face, but you could see it clear as day. Those pink eyes.

“Yeah, lemme get a number 9,” he orders, pulling out some money. You stare at him, not hearing his order as everything blurs in the background. He looks at you with furrowed brows and waves his hand in your face. You snap out of it as he stops.

“Did you hear me?” he asks, making you shake your head.

“I said I wanted a number 9,” he repeated himself, scrunching his face a bit.

“Oh uhm, yes sir. You want to make it a combo?” you ask, finger hovering over the button. He nods.

“How much do I owe you?” he asks.

You tell him the total as he hands you the money. You take it and give him his order number. He takes it and walks away, leaving you to watch him walk away. You try to focus on work, but as long as he’s standing there, your mind stays occupied with the unknown man standing off to the side.

“Order 239,” you yell, placing the bag and his cup on the counter. He walks over and grabs his stuff, nodding at you and walking off. Even as he leaves, your mind is consumed by him and your heart beats fast. When there’s no more customers to take care of, you slip to the back. And talk with your coworker and old friend who goes by Lulu.

“Girl, there was a guy in here wearing a robe and hood, but I could clearly see his face cause he was standing in front of me. I could see he had long locs and…omg he was just fine as fuck,” you mention to her as she laughs softly.

“Here you go again,” she mutters with a smile. You roll your eyes at her words, but just laugh.

“Wait…he was wearing a robe?” she asks suddenly, making you nod.

“You better hope he ain’t one of those…” she says, making you huff out a bit.

“He probably just don’t want others to see him. Hell, that’s how a lot of people here on the ground are,” you say to her as she just shakes her head. Lulu is a great judge of character even if she doesn’t see the person you tell her about. Just words alone is enough.

“Just keep it to a minimum if you do start to like him,” she reminds you to not start an obsession over him. Especially not after last time.

“I know I know…no need to remind me,” you say with a small laugh. But, as the days pass by, you catch yourself thinking about this guy suddenly. You try to distract yourself, but everything just goes back to that hooded guy. One night, you decide to call a friend of yours as you walk in the deserted wasteland during the night.

“Hey girl…” you greet when she answers her choker comm.

“Hey Y/N, what’s up? Haven’t heard from you in a while,” she says, her voice tinged with excitement.

“Yeah heh…haven’t been able to really talk with anyone lately. Been working quite a lot,” you say, looking around.

“Is that so? Anything new?” she asks, shuffling around on her end.

“No-well yeah…” you bite your nails, looking around before finally telling her.

“Basically, I met this guy while I was working. He was cute, locs, I mean…could barely see his face cause of the robe and hood he had on, but ya know..” you explain to her and she sighs out.

“Y/N…” she starts, making you hum in response.

“Don’t do it again. I get he’s cute, but seriously…you know what happened last time,” she mentions the last time you began to like a guy. The obsession scared him off and he said some pretty harsh things which caused you to cry.

“I know, but I’m just saying,” you try to shrug it off, but you knew she was right. And you could tell just from that interaction alone that it was gonna turn into a problem. Mostly because he’s been on your mind ever since that day. So, as you continue talking with her and walking around the wasteland, you hear some voices. You furrow your brows and quickly hide behind a random boulder, peeking. You end the call on your choker, making sure to not make a sound.

“Please let me go…I don’t know anything about that guy,” you hear the weak pleas of some random guy, blood gurgling in his throat. A sudden startling laugh escapes the other.

“Oookay~” he drawls and then followed by some clinking and then a guttural scream from the other and then everything goes silent. You peek from behind the rock, to see a guy’s head sliced open and a tall grinning man, standing over him…long, metal claws extended from his fingers. Your eyes widen when you recognize the guy, even in the darkness of the night.

The man turns slightly, the moonlight hitting his face perfectly until you see the glowing pink eyes, his face, the long decorated locs, and blood on him. It’s the guy. You get behind the rock, staying out of sight as you hold your mouth processing what you witnessed. But, the more you think of the scene, the more the attraction for him grows. You can’t help but to start smiling as well as you think about it.

The pure brutality he showed, the power, the blood on him…everything. Unbeknownst to you, he’s looking at the boulder you’re behind, smiling widely. He thinks for a second about walking up to it, but then his choker comm goes off and he answers it. And just like that, he disappears, leaving you and the corpse alone.

~

The days go by, you’re still thinking about the entire situation and how good he looked. You’d think that watching the man you were attracted to kill somebody in cold blood and just smile at it like it was nothing would be a turn off…but you only saw the beauty of the guy and how good he looked.

Anyways, you’re standing at the register, taking people’s orders until he comes in once again.

“Heya…lemme get a number 9,” he says, pulling out some money and handing it to you. You take the money and nod, trying to keep your gaze off the hooded man.

“Hey…you look pretty familiar,” he whispers, his tone smooth and taunting. You freeze and look up at him.

“What do you mean?” you ask. Did he figure it out? That you were out there, watching him…

“Don’t play dumb…you know exactly what I’m talking bout. Or do I need to refresh that memory of yours?” he responds, grinning widely. Oh my gosh…that grin. It made you go crazy. Yeah…time to go back to the psychologist.

“Order number 605…please, go stand over there,” you shove the order number to him, quickly getting out the conversation as your heart begins to hammer in your chest. Ugh…you shouldn’t be attracted to him. But it was happening. The obsession started to begin. He chuckles, walking over to the side and leans against the wall, waiting for his order.

The seconds tick by slowly and your brain is just immersed in the man that stands off to the side, making it hard to focus on work. You finish up with everyone in the line and his order comes out.

“Order 605!” you yell out, putting it right on the counter. He walks up the counter and grabs it. You wanna know his name. Know who the guy is that you’re starting to obsess over.

“Sir…can I ask you something?” you grab hold of his robe. He stops and then turns to you.

“What?” he responds.

“What’s…your name?” he stays still and then a wide grin spreads across his face as he fully turns to you, getting in your face.

“Oh, so the little creep that was spying on me wants to know my name, huh?” he whispers out with a laugh. He leans closer and you lean further back, your heart thumping loudly in your ears.

“Usually I don’t like giving my time to people I find boring…or weak, but whatever. I feel happy today,” he says, not caring about your feelings. He leans in closer and whispers,

“They call me Jabber. Jabber Wonger,” he finally introduces himself and walks away, leaving out the door. Your face is hot, your brain delirious. Fuck…

~

“So…yeah, that’s basically everything that’s going on right now,” you explain to your psychologist as she listens intently.

“Alright then…” she shakes her head, processing everything.

“Well…damn…” she mumbles under her breath and you look up at her.

“First off, spying on others isn’t the way of expressing things,” she starts off and you furrow your brows.

“Yeah, but I was just walking by, talking to my friend on the choker until I heard voices and jumped behind a boulder,” you say to her and she nods.

“I understand that, but you could’ve avoided that by running the other way,” she says to you. “And what? Miss out on him?” you wonder to yourself and just nod. Later that evening, you decide to just go out that night with some friends and just distract yourself. You’re laughing with your friends, rolling up a piece of paper and leaning down, snorting a line off the table.

“Whew…” you huff out, touching your nose as it begins to burn slightly from the sudden intrusion of the drug. You shake your head slightly and lean back, letting the high take over. Your heart rate begins to pick up slightly, your pupils enlarge, body temperature starting to rise. But…in all, you’re distracted.

Just then, some guy walks up to you, asking a question, but you’re so out of it that you can’t even hear it correctly.

“Yeah Y/N, get yourself some…you not getting it from anyone else,” one of your friends yells out, making you shake your head. You throw your hand up and then the guy walks away. Suddenly, the memories of Jabber fill your mind. He’s haunting your mind. That wide grin, those pink eyes, those rings on his fingers…everything.

“Y/N…” one of your friends waves her hand in your face. You snap out of it and laugh out loud.

“Sorry, what were you saying?” you look towards them as they smile at you.

“Sorry, you was just spacing out for real,” one of them says.

“Let’s get some drinks!” one of them yells out, running up to the bar. You're left under the never ending lights flashing everywhere, the high making it seem like you’re falling and a bit anxious. You close your eyes, leaning your head back against the couch. 

Your mind drifts back to that night in the wasteland, seeing him covered in blood and when you open your eyes, you see him standing right there in front of you. Or what you think is him. A hallucination.

“Heya Y/N,” he greets, making you smile with a lazy smile.

“Hey Jabber…” you look at the hallucination, reaching out to grab a loc, feeling the softness of it. Well, that’s what you thought you were feeling. He grins and bites his lip, his hand coming up to your jaw. 

He talks a bit more as you giggle softly and you don’t realize your friends are back. Everything’s a blur, the lights flashing, everything is just so out of character to the point it doesn’t look real. And then, a faint voice in the background calling your name. Well, voices.

“Y/N…” the hallucination says. He continues calling your name until you begin to hear your friends' voices mixing in with his. You fully become aware, looking around and he disappears.

“Yo Y/N…you good girl?”  one of them asks and you just shake your head.

~

The next night, you’re out in the wasteland again, trying to clear your mind from everything…and also in hopes of running into him once again. You look around, hoping, praying that you see him again. But to no avail, you don’t see any sign of him. You just walk back to the safe zone you resided in, ignoring the disappointment building inside you. Regardless of everything, you wanted to know more about him.

Anything would’ve helped. But how would you even get info on this guy? You just shake the thoughts away, going back home to shower and sleep. As the days go on, you find yourself wandering that same part of the wasteland more and more, trying to see him again. And one day, you’re walking around and catch a glimpse of two people fighting.

“Oouuu not going that way,” you mutter, about to walk away until that familiar laugh stops you.

“Damn you hit hard…do it again!” his voice rang out. You turn around, watching him slice away at this rando with his long claws. The guy hits him once more, causing him to laugh out loud in excitement.

“Fuck yeah…” he says, lunging at the guy again. They go back and forth, the guy hitting him with his vital instrument hard, causing him to yell out slightly and laugh out loud. He finally lands a solid hit on the guy, jabbing him with his right claws. The guy lets out a loud groan and falls to the ground, no longer moving. He’s not dead, just paralyzed. And as you watch, you find yourself smiling widely. Taking in the entire thing.

“You were fun…I like that fight you got in ya,” he exclaims, sitting down next to the guy.

“Ima let you stay alive just cause you’re strong,” he mumbles and gets up. You snap out of your trance, beginning to walk away until you feel a presence right behind you. Close behind you.

“Where do you think you’re going…restaurant worker?” his warm breath hits against the side of your neck, making your body shudder slightly. You turn slightly to him, catching a glimpse of his scary looking expression.

“I uhm…I’m just…go-ing home,” you stammer out, making him bite his lip.

“You were spying on me again, huh?” he taunts, chuckling a bit.

“N-no, I was just passing by and stopped when I saw you and that guy fighting,” you quickly say, trying to make it not creepy.

“Hah! You’re funny…To be honest, I would be very aroused, but too bad you’re not a giver or whatever,” he says, his grin faltering slightly.

“Which means…I have no interest in you,” he dismisses you, turning away slightly. You furrow your brows, looking up.

“What?” you’re baffled by his slightly harsh words directed at you.

“You heard me…now move along. Before I kill you,” he answers, walking away.

“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood,” he suddenly says and in a dash…he’s gone. Leaving you confused and asking more questions. It was odd how fast that guy went from grinning, mocking, laid back to some serious, cold guy. What the hell…

Later that night, you find yourself laying in your bed, replaying the memory over and over again. Who really is this guy? What’s his deal? You turn over, thinking still. But the more you think, the more your obsession for him deepens. He acknowledged you. And that made you smile widely. The way he looked, his breath against your neck, his voice, everything.

“He’s so hot…I wanna know more about him,” you mumble to yourself. You shrug off the slightly harsh words that escaped his mouth earlier and just focus on the other parts that blurred that part out. That’s what you usually did. Blurred every bad part with the good parts. You couldn’t help it. It was just how your brain worked.

~

“Alright sir, here’s your order number. We’ll have that right out for you,” you say, handing the rough looking guy his order number. The bell chimes and in walks Jabber, still wearing that robe. You remember his harsh words from before, but it doesn’t faze you. You just like to see him.

“Hey there, wh-”

“A number 9,” he puts the money on the counter, staring at you. He’s grinning, but you can tell this kinda thing was a hassle for him now. You ring it up and put the money in the register, handing him his order number.

“Mm,” he hums non-committably, walking off to the side. Nobody else comes in, so you just stand there waiting to call the numbers for the people.

“Order number 65!” you call out and the rough looking guy comes and grabs it, walking away. You stand there, glancing at him as he looks down at the ground, avoiding eye contact with you.

“Order number 75!” you call out and he comes over to grab it. He’s about to snatch it out of your hand, but you firmly grasp it, making his eyes snap to yours.

“Let go,” he says, his tone sounding quite calm but frustrated.

“Don’t snatch it from me,” you mutter, still holding it tightly.

“Ugh,” he rolls his eyes and just takes it without snatching it. His choker goes off and he answers it.

“Yes?” he answers, glaring at you slightly.

“Jabber…boss wants you to come back,” a woman’s voice is heard through the comm, making your insides churn slightly. He looks at you one last time and walks away. Your eye twitches slightly, but you know you shouldn’t feel jealous about this. Especially since you two are not even dating. He’s just some guy you happen to be obsessing over. Your coworker comes over to you and hits your arm.

“What did I say?” she asks, her voice stern. You jump at the sound in her voice, startled.

“Huh?” you look at her.

“You heard me…what did I tell you last time about him?” she asks once again and you furrow your brows, thinking back.

“Just keep it to a minimum if you do start to like him,” her words begin to echo in your mind and you let out a slight laugh.

“Okay Lulu, I promise you, it’s nothing like that. Just a small crush,” you incredulously laugh, but you knew that wasn’t the truth.

“Uh huh…just don’t let that shit consume you like last time with Cyrus,” she reminds you of the guy you previously obsessed over. He was a guy that was from your hometown before you moved here. Soul Town was the city of music and that’s where you and Lulu both grew up before moving here to Reyan city to escape everything else that happened.

~

Jabber was sitting against the wall, going through a bag of his, pulling random shit out. Thinking about the encounters with you and how it kind of irritated him deep down, but he knew you weren’t some threat. I mean, you weren’t a giver anyway, so he had no interest in you. To him, you were just some worthless girl that happened to work in the restaurant he loved to go to.

“Fucking worthless,” he mumbles, pulling out a small box and putting it to the side. He puts the bag down and stands up, walking out and wandering the wasteland, looking around. Looking for his next person to fight. Just then, he felt eyes on him and he furrowed his brows. He grumbles slightly and turns.

“C’mon out stalker…” he groans as he hears the ground beneath your feet crumbling slightly. You walk towards him and he snaps his head towards you, grinning but frustrated.

“You’re really persistent…what do ya even want?” he asks, tone harsh.

“Nothing I’m just out here wandering,” you mutter to him and he shakes his head.

“Yeah…I already told you to leave me alone and get out my way. I have no interest in you. You can’t even offer me anything,” he explains harshly. To his surprise, he’s being quite calm with you at the moment because usually if someone that was worthless got in his way, he’d immediately kill them. But for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to do it when it was you. Maybe he wanted to see how the rest of this played out? The thought was kinda interesting to him, but you in general? Yeah, no.

“But you hav-”

“I don’t need to give it a chance, you’re not a giver…why would I waste my time on someone who can’t even put up a fight,” he argues, his rings turning into those long metal claws. Your eyes widen a bit and you back away slightly.

“See…you’re getting scared of my Mankira. Ugh whatever…I don’t have time for this,” he mutters and turns away, walking away again.

“Well you basically just wasted your time right there to say that to me,” you mumble under your breath. His head snaps back to you.

“Fuck did you say…” his tone carries a hint of annoyance and danger. Ah fuck…

“I ain’t say shit. Just thinking out-agh!” he grabs your neck, his eye twitching.

“Bitch, you better shut the fuck up before I stab the shit out of you….and I don’t think you’d want that. Now, I’m being nice and not hurting you cause you work at my fav restaurant, but I can quickly change that shit and turn you inside out,” he grits his teeth, pushing you hard to the ground. But, that reasoning seemed off to his ears. Was it really the reason for why he kept you alive? 

For some reason, you think you’d be scared by that…turned off. But, you couldn’t help the jolt that went straight to your nether regions, loving the way he talked and just held your neck. His eyes bore right into yours, seeing the desire mixed with obsession. For a moment, he’s stunned trying to figure you out. But then, he shakes his head, shrugs it off and just walks away completely, no longer wasting time on you.

~

A month goes by and you haven’t seen him come back, but your obsession never wavers. Except, it only grew after that encounter with him. And sometimes, you get off to the image of him hurting you…of you hurting him. Just anything that involved him in general.

“Fuck…” you moan softly, fingering yourself, imagining it’s him. You move your hips against your hand, desperately trying to catch that release.

“Mmm Jabber…” you whisper his name softly, the words hanging in the air. You close your eyes tightly and bite your lip slightly. When you open your eyes, you see him in front of you.

“Lemme help you…” His voice rings in your ears and you smile. You watch as he begins to kiss down your chest, sucking your pierced nipples into his mouth, all the way to your stomach, and finally, all the way to your clit, flicking at it.

“Oh fuck yeah…mmph Jab…” your sweet moans fill the air, his tongue picking up the pace. Your eyes roll back and you bite the edge of your pillow as the sensation takes over your body. Your mind is hazy, the hallucination of him driving you wild. You throw your head back, bucking your hips, the wet sounds from your pussy arouses you even more.

“You like this?” he asks, tongue gliding against your folds. You nod your head and smile widely, tongue lolling out. You move your hips even more, picking up the pace until you come undone on your fingers. You look at him with lust filled eyes, panting softly as he smiles at you, his pink eyes glowing in the dim light of the room.

“Jabber…” you breathlessly say his name. He places his finger to your mouth and grins.

“That was good…” he places another kiss on your clit, making you jolt slightly. But as you start to come down from your high, he begins to vanish into thin air, leaving you to look around. It was getting worse.

~

Over the next few weeks, you have a few more encounters with him whether it’s at the restaurant or just in the wasteland. And each meeting is a fuel to your obsessive fire. Even if he was desperately pushing you away. You make sure to learn just enough about him. What he likes, his personality, everything.

But as time passes, he becomes more and more annoyed. Hating that you’ve taken a liking to him without being able to offer anything in return. You try to keep your mind distracted, but nothing works anymore. 

You’ve stopped seeing your psychologist not wanting her to see the sudden progress you’ve made, failing miserably, the drugs weren’t doing you any justice cause the entire time you just thought of him…not even hanging with your friends worked if you were just gonna see constant hallucinations of him. 

And not to mention, those hallucinations got even worse. One day, he comes into the restaurant again, but this time accompanied by a smaller robed figure. You looked at him and couldn’t even tell if he was real or a fake.

“Number 9 again?” you ask as he nods. You turn to the smaller figure as they look at you.

“And me as well,” the woman says softly, making your insides churn a bit. Who is this woman? You quickly shrug it off not wanting to cause a scene and tell them the total and he hands you the money. You put it in the register and then hand him the order number.

“Here you go…” you say as he takes it from you. You watch them both talk softly with each other and it basically causes a small fire to spark inside you. Not a good one either. It pisses you off to see that, but you’re at work. Can’t make a scene can you? And it happens each time that he comes in. She’s basically accompanying him everywhere at this point.

One night, you follow him, hiding in the shadows as he walks. He’s grinning slightly, looking around. You watch him, his locs blowing in the wind, the dim moonlight hitting his face, everything about him was enough to make you realize just how far gone you are. You realized just how badly you wanted to be with him…and you’d go to great lengths just for that.

“Come out…I know your pestering ass is following me,” he groans, stopping in his tracks. You don’t leave the hiding spot you’re in, looking at him from the shadows. He waits a bit, then turns away.

“Oh well, guess you aren’t anywhere,” he says, making you sigh out in relief.

“Heh…just kidding,” he’s right behind you now. You turn to see his glowing pink eyes, his annoyance palpable just from his expression. He grabs you by your shirt and drags you out into the dim moonlight and then throws you to the ground.

“Why the hell do you keep following me around? I already told you you have nothing that interests me,” he exclaims, getting closer to you, his tone dripping with annoyance. You stand up and smile widely at him.

“Jabber…I like you. I really like you,” you say, stepping closer to him, making him back away slightly. He doesn’t know whether to be aroused or angry. He watches your expression with furrowed brows and then bursts out laughing, a mocking sound.

“Man…like me? That’s the dumbest shit ever!” he laughs out, holding his stomach. You frown slightly as he speaks those harsh words, but at the same time, you couldn’t help but love it still.

“But I do. I will-”

“Man, you’re crazy…” he says. He’s one to talk.

“Get outta my face with that bullshit,” he says, walking past you. You follow him, trying to change his mind on everything. But the more you persist, the angrier he gets. 

“I will kill for you…hurt you, anything you want, I just want a chance,” you plead desperately, but he’s not hearing any of it, lost in annoyance and wanting to get rid of you. Your obsession got so bad you started to sound desperate. Not a good sign or look.

“I wanna hurt you Jabber…I want you to hurt me. I’m not a giver, but I wanna try to fight you…anything to get your attention,” you desperately say as he continues walking. But then, as you grab his shoulder, he freezes, his body becoming stiff which causes him to swing his arm back, hitting you in the face with his elbow. He’s gritting his teeth.

“Get off me!” he yells out, turning to you.

“Jeez…how many more times do I have to say, you’re not worth my time so stop fucking trying…” he says, watching as you hold your face. You sit there, holding your now bloodied nose and he rolls his eyes, walking closer to you.

“But…I will give you anything. Pain, I’d hurt others…anything. Just give-” you gasp slightly as he stoops down in front of you and exhales slowly.

“Ugh…you’re one annoying girl who just won’t stop, huh?” Just then, cold, sharp metal touches your side until it penetrates straight through your skin, making your eyes widen and a pained gasp escapes your mouth. Your muscles begin to seize up and you realize you can’t move. Is this the power of his vital instrument?

“Now, you can’t follow me…I would kill you, but even that would be a waste of time,” he mutters and walks away, leaving you to lay on the ground for god knows how long. You’ve never actually grasped the entirety of his vital instrument, only knew it paralyzed people from just the smallest contact or whatever.

“Maybe some pests or whatever will help you or sum…” he calls out before disappearing. You lay there, coughing a bit as you can feel everything going hazy and not being able to move. And for some reason, it doesn’t deter you whatsoever. You wanted more.

~

You’re sitting on your couch, crushing up some cocaine and forming a thin line. You grab your rolled piece of paper, leaning down and snorting the line. You lean back, closing your eyes tightly and touching your nostril.

“Mmm whew!” You huff out, shaking your shoulders. After a bit, the drug takes effect and you just let everything flow. But, it doesn’t get rid of the thought of him. If anything, it fills your brain with ideas. 

You want to hurt him, chain him up and make him yours. You want him to hurt you and do the same…anything that feels like passion. Like fire being ignited. You grin at the thought of it. You think back to the last thing you said to him before he stabbed you with those claws.

“But…I will give you anything. Pain, I’d hurt others…anything. Just give-” it echoes in your mind over and over again until you realize you’re not in your living room. But…instead you find yourself at some abandoned location. You look around, still feeling the effects of the high. You begin climbing and then jump up on one of the window ledges, walking along the roof. Until you stop by a random window, seeing a sleeping figure laying on the cold ground.

You open the window, slipping inside and walking closer only to be met with his sleeping form and soft music.. You couldn’t deny he was pretty damn cute like this…you liked it. Even if it was creepy…you knew you were too far gone and couldn’t do anything about it. 

You grin widely as you stand over him and then, get down and straddle him, looming over him. You take in every detail, marking each one to memory. He stirs slightly in his sleep, eyelids fluttering open slightly and groans groggly.

“Man…what the hell…” he mumbles, looking up, opening and closing his eyes. His vision is blurry, trying to make out the figure that’s sitting on top of him. As his vision finally focuses, he sees you looming over him and grinning widely. He narrows his eyes and tries to push you off, but you stay rooted to him.

“Man get the fuck off me!”

“No…not until you tell me exactly why you don’t like me,” you whisper to him, holding his shoulders.

“You’re going too far…and I thought I had problems,” he mumbles and looks to the side. He sees how you’re not gonna back off and just huffs out.

“You’re not at all interesting. You’re not a giver and cannot fight at all,” he explains to you and you laugh a bit.

“I already knew that part…but you couldn’t give me a chance to see if I could give you exactly what you wanted?” you ask, leaning closer to him. He furrows his brows and grabs hold of your arms, pressing his fingers into them hard.

“Man you’re fucking crazy…I do not like you, never fucking will. You are not at all worthy of my time…not at all interesting, just fucking weird. And that’s coming from me. I hate your advances…they piss me off. I can’t fucking stand you and part of me doesn’t even want to go to the restaurant just to avoid you. Are you getting it?” he suddenly asks, making you look down at him.

“I fucking hate you…now get the fuck off me,” he tries to push you again, but he can’t pry you off of him. Suddenly he freezes when he hears sniffles coming from you. A few tears fall on his face and he looks at you, groaning in frustration.

“That’s awful…I did it again…” you mumble under your breath, making him look at you with a confused expression.

“Ugh…you’re seriously crying over this? How fucking pathetic..” he says, looking to the side.

“I did it again…just like I did with Cyrus…I can’t believe this,” you mutter, looking to the side, leaning up a bit. He looks at you, not even trying to push you away anymore.

“What the fuck is your problem?” he asks suddenly. Your grip begins to tighten on his shoulders and his expression turns from confusion and frustration to surprise at the sudden act of strength.

“This is all my fault…I just liked you, but I let it consume me once again. This isn’t okay…” you say, more to yourself than him. He’s taken aback at your sudden words, making him furrow his brows a bit. You close your eyes, looking to the side. It’s silent for a while until he bites his lip suddenly and says,

“What? You just gon sit there and cry? That’s fucking weak and disappointing…thought you’d at least have some type of fight in ya…that’s why I kept you alive for fuck’s sake,” he exclaims, his voice drawing out inside the empty room. You open your eyes and turn back to him.

“You’re right…I should have some…” you mutter as he grins widely.

“There…now ya gettin it,” he says, his grin widening. You turn back to him and smile, feeling your heart swell with excitement at the idea forming in your head. Doing something you never thought you’d do. You begin to laugh, the laugh starting off as a small broken one to turn into something manic.

“Fuck is you-”

“I’m gonna make you mine…whatever it takes I will,” you start off, making his eyes widen a bit. You look down at him, digging your nails into him.

“Ima hurt you…over and over again…beat the shit out of you until you finally decide to give up and be mine…” you bite your lip hard, still chuckling.

“Even masochists have their limits right?” you whisper in his ear as he’s breathing a bit heavy. Not sure if it’s from arousal or what.

“We’re…” you begin, not able to stop laughing.

“We’re gonna figure that out…” you mutter and hit him twice in his head, knocking him out successfully.

~

He blinks three times, groaning a bit and looking around, his vision focusing slightly.

“W-where am I?” He wonders, still looking around. He tries to move his arms, but then hears chains rattling.

“What…I can’t…move,” he murmurs, surprise etched on his face. What the fuck is happening? He continues to pull at the chains, trying to process everything. 

“Oh you’re awake…” He’s startled slightly by your loud laugh as you enter the room.

“How do you like the cell? I tried to put everything you liked in it…” you say in a low tone, walking closer. He looks around, taking in small details. He looks back at you and draws back a bit as he sees he’s face to face with you.

“Do you like it, Jabber? I’ve tried to make it to your liking by taking in small details I’ve learned about you,” you say to him. He looks at you, taking in your grinning expression. Creepy expression. And feels very aroused at the sudden situation you put him in. But mildly frustrated.

“Wow…little pathetic, restaurant girl actually got some fight in her after all…but at what cost?” he suddenly asks, making you quirk your eyebrow slightly.

“What do you-”

“I’m still uninjured, no pain inflicted…only chained up,” he mentions, making you narrow your eyes slightly and then laugh once again.

“Oh honey…that’ll be till later. I wanna admire just how good you look chained up…” you say, making him grin slightly.

“Oh? Is that so? You gonna make me wait…” he grins widely at the thought of you just torturing him, beginning to find you interesting. You laugh even more and grab hold of his dreads, yanking his head back.

“Mhm…I know you’d like that…now be good and I’ll give you a reward,” you smile and release his head, walking out.

To be continued.......

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