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Jabber x reader x Zanka- chapter Ⅱ

Warnings: MDNI, Nsfw, jerking off, oh yeah he does w the panties he took from ya, he's a freaky mf we know, Jabber sneaks in yo room, oral, you choke on it pretty good, Zanka enters laterrr, some crack and funny things

Follow the don't like don't read rule please - MINORS DNI

Jabber sighed pull his shirt off while finally entering his room and tossing it over the numerous boxes he kept in the corner, he stretched his back cracking deliciously, scoffing as he felt a presence at the door "where have you been Jabber?" Chtoni's voice creeped from the open door "you haven't been answering my calls. You just arrived here" she was pissed he could tell "sorry I was busy in a real good fight. Didn't wanna interrupt that"

"When I call you, you must answer." and with thta Chtoni disappeared again, leaving the door open. Jabber sighed and walked to slam the door closed. "Man they find every single way to annoy me" he groans walking back to check onto his collection of poisonous plants, some Conium maculatum and his favourite the Atropa belladonna, so beautiful yet deadly. The golden sunlight filled his room from the only big window he had.

After checking, writing down some notes, sprying some water onto their leaves he yawned and sat onto his bed. His hand buried in his pocket touching some damp fabric. Oh. Your panties. He immediately felt a tingling in his nethers, he pulled them out and slowly took them to his face, taking a nice whiff at them, his eyes roll back, he exhales in satisfaction.

A prominent bulge in his pants made him sigh, he palmed himself a couple times before scoffing and pulling his pants and boxer down just enough to let his cock slap against his stomach. His hand lazily wrapped around it, sloppily fisting himself. Hand squeezing just an ounce tighter than he should, a pearl of precum shining on his tip.

He sniffed them panties one more time, groaning and then stuffing it into his other hand wrapping the thin fabric around his shaft. He throws his head back as his hand starts pumping hard "shit–" he groans, fisting faster already, hips thrusting up into your panties soaking them even more with his precum.

Slight squelching sounds filled the room, his hips humping his fist, his cock throbbing as he presses his thumb onto his tip, sliding it and smearing the precum all over. After a couple more strokes he strangled his dick while spurting thick ropes into your panties, with a guttural moan.

The night was kinda hot, your window was open, the soft curtail flapping slightly with the light wind, your furin tingling occasionally. You launch yourself on the bed, fresh sheets and fresh shirt. "Finally home sweet home" you sniff the clean fabric while closing your eyes for a moment.

The wind suddenly changes the furin clinging a bit harder making you open your eyes slowly. Your back was facing the window so you stayed motionless listening to the sounds behind you. A strangely familiar earthy smell filling your nose. Your hand reached for your jinki. Then a voice made your blood run cold.

"Babeeee" he sings while dropping from the roof mankira shining on his fingers. You freeze, heart slamming against your ribs. The familiar earthy smell mixed with something sharper fills your room. You slowly turn around, already knowing who the hell it is.

"Jabber, you're crazy, this isthe cleaners base y'know?" He grinned and pounced onto the bed sitting next to you. "C'mon ma you know I would diiiie to fight all of y'all" The mattress dips hard as he scoots right up against you, no personal space whatsoever.

"Don't play with me Jabbs just get back to-" one hand already sliding up your thigh made you stutter whilw he starts talking instead "Oh don't be cranky, I'm here cause I missed you, your skin... your scent" he leans close to whisper the last words making your core heat up.

"Also I got this little ones from last time" he pulled your panties out his pocket, and they were not clean. "That's real nasty Jabber" you just sigh. He laughs, low and raspy, already half-hard just from sneaking in here like a criminal. "Been thinkin’ about you all day. Had to use ‘em earlier… got ‘em real messy."

Your eyes drop low noticing the real reason he's here for, growing hard against the fabric "Oh you definitely know why I'm here" he smiles while you felt that heat pools low in your stomach.Before you can even snap at him, he’s cupping your jaw, thumb brushing your bottom lip.

"Now please come give a hand, yeah?" his other hand pulling yours onto the bulge in his pants. You try to act annoyed, but the way he’s looking at you, hungry, a little unhinged, that stupid pretty face, makes heat pool low in your stomach.

You shove his chest lightly, he just falls back against your pillows with a lazy grin, already tugging his pants down just enough to free himself. His cock slaps up against his stomach, he gives himself one lazy stroke and tilts his head. "C’mere." You crawl between his legs, heart racing.

Jabber’s hand slides into your hair, not pushing, just holding, thumb rubbing soothing circles against your scalp. You wrap your hand around the base and lean in, dragging your tongue up the underside. Jabber hisses, hips twitching "Fuuuck, that’s it…" You take him into your mouth, lips stretching around his thickness.

Jabber groans loud, head falling back, the sound vibrating through his chest. You slowly start bob your head, tongue swirling around his tip, then slowly taking some in your mouth, and pulling right back. He get's impatient at your teasing and he sure lets you know gripping your hair "Don't ya tease me like that no more"

You look straight up at him as you suddely suck onto his tip, hollowing your cheeks. Judging by the look in his eyes you know what he was about to do but who were you to stop him. His hand sprawled on the back of your head pushing you down while his hips rose to meet the movement until he hits the back of your throat, your nose bumping against his pelvis.

You choke a little, eyes watering, but you don’t pull off your try to relax your throat around him while he keeps you there, you swallow around him, your throat flutters against his cock as he groans audibly. "Shit- just like that, babe. Choke on it for me"

His hands loosen in your hair, no longer pushing you down, letting you take control. You pull back slowly until only the swollen tip rests on your tongue, sucking on it, then, without warning, you drop down again, taking him deep in one smooth glide until he bumps the back of your throat.

Jabber groans, low and rough. His hips roll up to meet you, thrusting steadily, his cock sliding between your lips again and again. Each thrust presses deeper, his pelvis meeting your face with a soft, lewd smack as he fucks into your mouth.

"Fuck ma, your throat feels too good… gonna make me cum if you keep that up-" You moaned around his cock, the vibration shooting straight through him. Jabber's grip in your hair turned almost painful as his control started slipping, hips stuttering.

Tears rolled down your cheeks. Spit dripped down your chin onto his balls. You took him as deep as you could, throat fluttering, eyes looking up at him through wet lashes.Jabber's head tipped back, mouth open in a silent moan, the muscles in his abdomen flexing hard. "Fuck-"

A guttural groan rips out of him as he comes hard down your throat. Thick, hot spurts flood your mouth, and you swallow around him the best you can, tears still clinging to your lashes. He keeps twitching, hips jerking weakly until he's completely spent.

You slowly pull off with a wet pop, wiping the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand. Jabber looks blissed out, chest heaving, a lazy, satisfied grin spreading across his face. "Shit… you're lethal with that mouth ma" he rasps, voice hoarse. "C'mere, lemme-" he door suddenly swings open with a loud creak.

You all freeze.

Zanka stands in the doorway, one hand still on the handle, staring at the scene like he just walked into a crime scene. His eyes flick from your messy face, to Jabber's half-naked body. A long, painful silence fills the room, Zanka sighs loudly closing the door behind him and walking towards the two of you.

"You really couldn’t wait five minutes, you feral dreadhead?" he says flatly. Jabber barks out a laugh, not even bothering to tuck himself away. "Five minutes? I've been blue-balled since yesterday. You're lucky I didn't break into her room sooner" Zanka's eye twitches "You fucking broke in?"

"This is the Cleaners base, idiot. There are alarms Cameras" Zanka was trying to keep it cool, failing of course. "Yeah? Then how'd I get in so easy?" Jabber smirks, clearly proud of himself. "Y'all security is trash. I should write a complaint" he grins wider noticing he was getting him.

"You should get therapy" Zanka deadpans. "And maybe some pants." You sit there between them, still catching your breath, watching the two idiots argue like an old married couple while Jabber's dick is literally still out. Jabber waves a hand lazily. "Relax, she enjoyed it, right, babe?" He winks at you his arm swings around your shoulders keeping you close.

Zanka pinches the bridge of his nose. "I should report you for public indecency, and for being a walking biohazard." his hands twitching as he tries to pull you from his arms. "Public? We're in a bedroom, drama queen." Jabber finally tucks himself back into his pants, still grinning like an idiot. "Besides, you’re just mad you missed the best part"

Double trouble

Zanka x reader x Jabber

Note✒: Well holy damn babe, the pierced thin had me, also thanks to this im BACK in to writing a bit moreeeee finally. [Was listening to Lil Wayne Lollipop during this]

Warnings: MDNI, Nsfw, p in v, double penetration, oral sex/throat fucking, rough sex, overstimulation, dirty talk, praising, Jabber is wild, Zanka is controlled.

Follow the don't like don't read rule please - MINORS DNI

The abandoned sector was quiet for once. No Trash Beasts, no rival factions, just the distant hum of the sphere above and the low, dangerous chuckles echoing off broken concrete. "You've been eyeing us for weeks, babe" Jabber drawled, his hot pink eyes gleaming with that unhinged grin.

His long locks swayed as he circled you slowly, golden rings clinking between them. "Don't play shy now." Zanka stood in front of you, arms crossed, his slicked back hair catching the dim light. His navy eyes were sharp, almost clinical, but the slight smirk tugging at his lips betrayed how much he was enjoying this.

"If you want us, say it properly." Jabber chuckles while playing with his rings. "I want you..." you breathed "Both." That was all it took. Jabber moved first, because of course he did. He was on you in a flash, hands rough as he shoved you back against the cracked wall. His mouth crashed into yours, tongue immediately going to work.

Long, flexible, and moved like it had a mind of its own, wrapping around your tongue and pulling with wet, obscene suction that made your knees weak. He moaned into the kiss like he was the one getting devoured. "Fuck, you taste good" he growled against your lips, tongue sliding down to lick a stripe up your neck before latching onto your pulse point and sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

Zanka watched for a moment, then stepped in. His hands were more deliberate, stripping your clothes with efficient tugs while Jabber kept you distracted and breathless. "Don't be greedy, dreadhead" Zanka muttered, but there was heat in his voice. He gripped your chin, turning your face toward him for a deep, commanding kiss.

Where Jabber was chaotic and messy, Zanka was intense and precise, tongue stroking yours like he was mapping every reaction. They had you naked in seconds. Jabber dropped to his knees chuckling, that tongue immediately dragging along your inner thigh before his hands opened yous legs and his lips latch onto your pearl.

The pull was relentless and wet, rhythmic sucking that had you crying out and bucking against his face. He laughed again, the vibration shooting through you. "Look at her squirming," Jabber said, voice muffled. "So fucking cute." Zanka kept working onto your neck and breasts, sucking and pinching onto your nipples.

They started tu slowly push you down to lay on the ground onto Zanka's jacket. Zanka's hand fisted in your hair as he freed himself. His cock was twitching already and long He tapped it against your cheek. "Open." You obeyed, and he slid in deep, groaning low as your mouth enveloped him.

At the same time, Jabber stood up, shedding his clothes. His cock was pierced, a thick barbell through the head that glinted wickedly. Your eyes run all over it and it sure had your pussy dripping. He stroked himself once, twice, smearing the precum.

"Think she can take both of us?" Jabber asked, already positioning himself between your legs holding them up. "She will" Zanka answered, voice tight with control as he fucked your mouth in steady thrusts. They didn't wait long. Jabber lifted one of your legs, the cool metal of his piercing pressing against your entrance before he pushed in with one rough snap of his hips.

The stretch burned deliciously, the barbell dragging along your walls with every movement. He didn't ease in. He pounded you, hips snapping hard and fast, he leaned in, licking wherever he could reach. Your neck, your breasts, sucking marks like he wanted to consume you.

You moaned against Zanka, sending vibration through his cock, while his hips kept moving. Jabber on the other hand was going feral, he pulled both you legs up on his shoulders fucking you senseless. His piercing grazed your cervix from time to time making your whole body jolt, and oh he liked it.

As soon as you started throbbing Zanka's thumb came to rub your clit, making your legs weak as you kept whimpering against him. Jabber was damn focused on you. Your body, every heavy breath, every muffled moan, the way your hands gripped his arms, how your legs twitched. Damn he'll definitely dream about you.

His hips slammed against yours, grinding while he shamelessly groaned and grunted in your ear, his hands holding your waist for dear life, he railed you so hard the piercing made your eyes roll back. Zanka gasped feeling your throat tighten around his cock. Your breath hitched as Zanka pulled out and murmurs "let's switch. Sighing Jabber pulled out and leaned to bite softly at your neck.

"C'mon up babe" he says flipping you over onto your stomach. He bent you forward, sliding into you again pounding you from behind "just a bit- more". Zanka scoffed at Jabber's impatience, waiting while stroking his dick. Then Jabber buried himself to the hilt slamming his hips and grinding against your cervix making you cry out softly into the jacket below you.

Then he pulled out his dick still throbbing waiting for the sweet release "You're such a pain in the ass Zanka" he groans while moving leaving your pussy to drip and clench around nothing. Positioning himself in front of you, his pierced cock pressing onto your lips. You opened without thinking and he slides it into your warm mouth.

"Such a good little slut for us" Zanka praised, voice low and rough while he positioned himself behind you, teasing your entrance with his tip, and then easily sliding into you and immediately started slamming his hips against yours, hitting every spot.

Jabber's laugh was wild. "Gonna ruin her. Bet she'll still beg for more." He starts to move his cock sliding in and out your mouth, gradually going harder and deeper.

Jabber's hands gripped your hair slightly pulling while he fucked your mouth, his cock sliding down your throat, the metal of his piercing touching the back of it. He throws his head back every time you moan or humm against his shaft, "Daaamn this throat tightening as much as your pussy did." He groans.

Zanka kept his rhythm stable, hips slamming against your ass, cock throbbing and hitting deeper every time. Completely engulfed by you e did not notice Jabber moving. He pulled out your mouth with a sigh leaned down and placed a kiss over your lips. Well more like a small make out.

Then his hands grabbed your shoulder and pushed you up so you were sitting onto Zanka's dick, "Jabber. The fuck are you doing?" he gasped slightly feeling you slump onto his lap "Shh don't ruin this with your bad attitude, lemme do my thing." His hand onto your head while he stands in front of you, opening your mouth directly with his cock.

"One last taste" he groans letting you move, bobbing your head sucking hollowing your cheeks and taking him as deep as you could on your own. Pulling back to swirl your tongue around his tip. His hands went to play with your breasts pinching your nipples and groping your mound.

Zanka's hips humping upwards while you clenched dangerously around him. They both move in a brutal rhythm that left you sobbing with pleasure. Jabber pulled out and sat in frontof you while Zanka had you up in the air, almost sliding out of you. "I see what you wanna do. You sure?" Zanka murmured while holding you.

"We gon take you together now babe, you ready?" Jabber spoke softly his lips running along your neck hands to your waist near Zanka's. Your felt your pussy clench as the words came out his mouth. You simply nod, hips jerking slightly searching for that fullness.

"A'ight then" Jabber scoots closer lining up to you against Zanka. Then both holding your waist they started pulling you down. Jabber wrapped a hand around both their dicks to make it easier, making Zanka jump a little. You felt both their heads slowly penetrating, your jaw fell slack and you let your head fall onto Jabbers shoulder.

Zanka praised you softly against your back "You're doing great, just a little more" his hands went to teas your nipples to help you relax, leaving the job to Jabber who kept pulling you down onto them. Only halfway and you were already a whimpering mess, sobbing at the overstimulating pleasure.

Zanka kept working your mounds, one hand moved lower pressing onto your clit making you gasp, he started stimulating your pearl which worked even better you slid down having them deeper, "Couple inches more" Jabber gave an experimental thrust upward pulling a loud moan out of ya.

Oh they fucking loved it, once you engulfed them both completely your breath was heavy onto jabbers skin, hands gripping his arms while Zanka kept moving his fingers in circular motions onto your now soaked cunt. They slowly start to move, pulling out halfway and pushing back in. Your sounds timing with their thrusts.

"Mhn so full–" you whimper as they gradually found a rhythm, slamming back home every time they pulled out, your pussy was sucking them back in greedily, the squelching sounds were obscene, you hid your face in Jabbers neck, Zanka didn’t move his hand an inch, he kept stimulating your pearl, faster than before causing you to drip even more.

"I'm– close shit shit" you curse feeling your cunt throb hard around them both. Jabber was back to wild thrust, pulling Zanka with him, driving into you mercilessly railing you just like before "slow the fuck down idiot" Zanka tried but absolutely failed. You came, squirting all over their shafts.

You were sobbing pathetically onto Jabber's shoulder, clenching around them but they didn't stop. They fucked you through it, chasing their own highs "Just- a lil more" Jabber groans into your ear, Zanka cursed as he felt his climax hit him spilling into you and throbbing against you and Jabber.

"Jabb– too much" you whine back arching as he kept dragging himself against your walls, and against Zanka. "I'm- right there babe" and after a couple more thrusts he finally exploded groaning against your skin. You slumped between them, breathless and marked all over. Jabber licked a stripe up your neck with that wicked tongue, grinning.

I would like to request a Zanka x cleaner! Reader where they have already established a relationship. Cleaner! Reader can be reckless in situations where others are in danger. Reader gets seriously injured on a mission, and Zanka is losing his mind with worry. They have banter and bicker but ultimately love eachother.

Thank you so much :)

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Note✒: ALRIGHTTT love me some soft spotss

Zanka Nijiku x Reader

Warnings: this is fluffyyy, might be some liiight angst?

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All you remember was an excruciating pain to your side, from then your vision blacked and all you could fil in this very moment was the softness of cushions and the metallic smell of blood.

Your eyes slowly opened now, a voice immediately filling your ears "Idiot." Zanka was sitting in the chair next to your bed. Judging from the look on his face and those eye bags he probably stayed a lot. Bandages wrapped tight around your ribs and shoulder. You tried to sit up and immediately regretted it.

Zanka stood next to the mattress, arms crossed, hair slightly disheveled like he’d been running his hands through it for hours. "Hey, handsome" you rasped, forcing a grin. "Miss me?" He exhaled sharply through his nose, stepping closer. "You absolute idiot. There were three other Cleaners on site. Protocol exists for a reason." he grumbles while you remained silent, wincing as you shifted.

"I-" you stopped while looking up at him "I'm sorry, it just felt like I had to..." Zanka’s jaw clenched. “You almost died. I watched that thing hit you. I thought-” His voice dropped “I thought that was it.”

You felt your heart drop slightly. Youreached out, fingers brushing his wrist before taking his hand in yours. He didn’t pull away. “I’m sorry” you said softly. “But you know me. I can’t seem to help it.”

“I know” he sighed, finally sitting on the edge of the bed. His hand covered yours now, warm and steady despite the faint tremor. “That’s why I love you, and why you drive me insane. You’re going to give me gray hair before I’m even 25.”

“You already have the serious older-man vibe going. It suits you.” He scoffed, but the corner of his mouth twitched the closest he got to a smile these days. “Keep talking and I’ll finish what the beast started.”

“Liar. You’d miss me too much.” You squeezed his hand. “C’mere.” Zanka hesitated, then leaned down, careful not to press on your injuries. His forehead rested gently against yours, breath mingling. “Don’t do that again” he whispered. “Don't you dare. Don't even thin about it.”

“I’ll try” You murmured, threading fingers through his hair. “You better.” He pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes soft despite the glare. He kissed you then slowly, full of all the worry and relief he’d been bottling up. When he drew away, his usual dry tone returned. “Next mission, you stay behind me. No arguments.”

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HEEEY indeed they were rough as hell my bad for me being all late and stuff

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Testing my patience

Jabber Wonger x Reader

✒note: I GOT MY BABES, MAMA'S HERE. I love me some good Jabber fics istg he just so edible. Be writing this w one hand bye. [This made so wet omg]

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, BRAT TAMING, attitude adjustment, rough sex, degradation, spanking, choking, hair pulling, dirty talk, possessive, overstimulation, sliiight humiliation kink.

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The tension had been building since morning. All day you’d been pushing every single one of Jabber’s buttons in front of the entire crew talking back with that bitter sweet smirk, accidentally bumping into him just to hear that low growl, rolling your eyes when he gave orders, and worst of all, flirting shamelessly with one of the younger Raiders just to watch Jabber’s jaw clench.

You knew exactly what you were doing. And you loved it. Jabber had stayed mostly quiet through it all, that signature lazy, dangerous grin never leaving his face. But his eyes sharp, predatory had tracked your every move like a wolf watching a particularly mouthy lamb. Now the door to your shared quarters slammed shut behind you with a finality that made your stomach flip.

“Take 'em clothes off.”

His voice was low, almost casual, but there was no mistaking the command. You turned around slowly, tilting your head with an innocent little smile that was anything but. “Make me.” Jabber’s grin widened, slow and feral. In two strides he was on you, large hand fisting in your hair and yanking your head back so you had to look up at him. His other hand gripped your jaw, thumb pressing into your cheek.

“Oh? Still running that pretty mouth?” He leaned in until his lips brushed your ear. “You’ve been a real pain in the ass all day, girl. Acting like a spoiled little bitch in front of the crew. You think that shit’s cute?” You tried to shrug, but the grip on your hair made it difficult. “Maybe I do. What you gon do about it?”

He laughed once dark, amused. Then he spun you around and shoved you face first onto the bed. Before you could push yourself up, his palm cracked down hard on your ass, the sound echoing through the room. You yelped, more surprised than hurt, but the heat that followed made your thighs press together.

“That’s one” he said calmly, already pulling your clothes off with rough efficiency. “Keep running that mouth and we’ll see how many it takes before you remember who the fuck you belong to.” Clothes were tossed aside. Jabber didn’t bother undressing fully he just shoved his pants down enough to free his cock, already hard and heavy from hours of watching you misbehave.

He climbed over you, one knee pinning your thigh open as he dragged the thick head of his cock through your folds. “Wet already?” He clicked his tongue, sounding disappointed even as his voice dripped with mocking amusement. “Of course you are. All that attitude and your pussy’s still begging for me to wreck it.”

“Jabber-” you started, trying to sound defiant, but it came out breathier than you wanted. “Shut up.” He pushed in with one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt in a single motion. The stretch was sudden and intense, forcing a choked moan from your throat. “You had all day to run your mouth. Now you gon take what I give ya and thank me for it.”

He didn’t give you time to adjust. His hips snapped forward hard, fucking you deep and punishing. Each thrust drove you further into the mattress, the slap of skin on skin loud and obscene. His hand came down on your ass again harder this time leaving a stinging handprint as he growled, “You think you can flirt with my guys right in front of me? Act like a little slut just to get a reaction?”

He leaned down, teeth grazing your shoulder before he bit down, marking you. “This pussy is mine. This ass is mine. That smart mouth belongs to me too.” You tried to bite back a moan, but it slipped out anyway. “Maybe if you weren’t so-ah possessive-” Another sharp spank cut you off, followed by his hand wrapping around the back of your neck, pressing your cheek harder into the sheets.

“Possessive?” He laughed lowly, hips never slowing. “Baby, I’m just getting started. Gonna fuck this attitude right out of you until the only thing you can say is my name and please.” He pulled out suddenly, flipping you onto your back like you weighed nothing.

Before you could protest, he was between your legs again, slamming back in even deeper. His hand moved to your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head spin while his other hand pinned your wrist above your head. “Look at me” he ordered. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with lust and dominance.

“You’re gonna cum on my cock like the brat you are, and then you’re gonna apologize for every smart-ass comment you made today.” You tried to hold out just to be difficult but Jabber knew your body too well. He angled his hips to hit that spot inside you with every thrust, thumb finding your clit and rubbing tight, merciless circles. Your hand wrapped around his wrist holding onto it. The orgasm crashed over you without warning.

Your back arched, a broken cry tearing from your throat as your walls clenched around him. Jabber groaned, but he didn’t stop, he fucked you through it, drawing it out until you were shaking and oversensitive. “That’s it… good girl” he praised mockingly, voice rough. “Now say it. Apologize for being a mouthy little slut all day.”

You were still panting, tears of pleasure pricking your eyes, but the brat in you refused to die completely. “Make- me...” Jabber’s grin turned dangerous. He pulled out, manhandled you onto your knees, and pushed your face down into the pillow while he re-entered you from behind in one rough thrust.

“Oh, I will” he promised, voice low and filthy as he started pounding into you again, even harder than before. “Gonna fuck you stupid until that pretty head can’t think of anything but how good it feels to be my good girl instead of a fucking brat.” His hand cracked across your ass again and again, while his cock drove relentlessly into you.

The overstimulation made everything blurry and overwhelming. Another orgasm built far too quickly, and this time when you came, you couldn’t stop the words from spilling out “I’m sorry- Jabb- fuck, I’m sorryy” He growled in satisfaction, hips stuttering as he finally let go, spilling deep inside you with a low, guttural moan.

He stayed buried to the hilt, grinding slow and lazy while you trembled beneath him. After a long moment, he pulled out and collapsed beside you, pulling your limp body against his chest. His voice softened just a little as he pressed a kiss to your sweaty temple.

Lemme breed ya

August Stilza x reader

✒note: OH OH ovulation hitting like crazy, here we go

Warnings: MDNI, nsfw, p in v, breeding, he's damn needy, not tired at all, gotta take it all babe, bit of marking.

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The orphanage visit was supposed to be quick just dropping off some new clothes August had designed for the kids in the lower districts. But you’d ended up staying longer than planned. The children had swarmed you the moment you walked in, tiny hands tugging at your sleeves, asking for stories, for help fixing a broken toy, for one more hug before you left.

And you gave it all to them without hesitation. Soft smiles, gentle laughter, patiently braiding a little girl’s hair while August’s latest colorful jackets were passed around like treasures. You looked so natural with them warm, caring, endlessly tender. August had watched from the side, arms crossed, his usual loud energy strangely quiet for once.

His orange-lensed goggles hid his eyes, but nothing could hide the way his chest tightened. By the time you two finally left and made it back to his cluttered workshop in the Cleaners’ quarters, August was practically vibrating.

“Heeeya!” he boomed the second the door slammed shut behind you, that signature energetic grin splitting his face even as his voice dropped into something huskier. “You were amazing back there! The way those kids lit up when you talked to them… damn, babe. You’re a natural!” You blinked, a shy laugh escaping as you set your bag down.

“It was nothing, really. They’re sweet kids. I just—” “Nuh-uh. Don’t downplay it.” He crossed the room in long strides, towering over you, long blonde hair swaying behind him. His gloved hands grabbed your waist and pulled you flush against his slim but strong frame.

“You were glowing. All soft and patient and… fuck, it did things to me.” Before you could ask what he meant, his mouth was on yours passionate, hungry, the kind of kiss that was so damn needy.

He tasted like the unhealthy snacks he loved sneaking, and he kissed like he wanted to devour you whole. When he pulled back, his goggles were pushed up into his hair, revealing bright, intense eyes locked onto yours. “Seeing you like that… it made me think. A lot.”

His hands slid down to your hips, squeezing possessively. “You’d be such a good mom. Our kids would be the luckiest little brats in the whole damn Abyss.” Your face heated instantly. “August-” you groaned slightly “Say it again” he murmured, already walking you backward toward the bed in the corner of his workspace, voice turning rougher with want.

“Tell me you want it too. Tell me you want me to fill you up to the brim.” He didn’t wait for a full answer. Clothes came off in a frenzy his overalls shoved down, your top tossed somewhere near his sewing machine. August was loud even in bed, groaning praises and filthy promises against your skin as he laid you down.

“Look at you” he growled, voice thick with arousal as he spread your thighs wide. His cock was already hard, flushed and leaking as he rubbed the tip against your entrance. “So wet just from me talking about breeding you. You like that idea, huh? Me putting a baby in you? Watching your belly swell with our kid?”

You whimpered, nodding shyly, hands reaching up to thread through his long blonde hair. That was all the permission he needed. August pushed in with one deep thrust, moaning loud enough that you were glad the workshop was somewhat soundproofed.

“Fuuuuck— so tight. Gonna fuck you full tonight. Gonna keep going until you’re leaking me for days.” He set a passionate, relentless pace hips snapping forward, the sound of skin meeting skin mixing with his loud, expressive dirty talk. Every thrust was accompanied by more words “Gonna make you a mommy. Our family. Little ones running around in clothes I made just for them- shit, you’d look so hot carrying my kid.”

He leaned down, biting at your neck and collarbone, marking you while one hand pressed gently but firmly on your lower stomach, as if imagining it rounded already. “Right here. Gonna pump so much into you it sticks. You want that? Want me to breed you nice and deep?”

“Yes August, please...” Your voice came out breathy and overwhelmed as pleasure built fast under his energetic thrusts. He grinned wildly, goggles long forgotten, sweat making strands of blonde hair stick to his forehead. “That’s my girl. Take it all. Gonna cum so deep you’ll feel it for weeks.”

When he finally came, it was with a loud, guttural groan burying himself to the hilt and spilling hot and thick inside you, hips jerking as he rode it out. You came, gushing all around his cock, legs trembling in his grip. He didn’t pull out right away. Instead, he stayed buried deep, grinding slow and lazy while kissing you tenderly, almost reverently.

“Gonna do it again in a bit” he whispered against your lips, voice still hoarse but softening with affection. “Can’t risk just one round when you look that good. We’re making a family, babe. You and me.”

You smiled softly, fingers tracing his cheek as you caught your breath. August’s loud, passionate energy wrapped around you like a blanket protective, loving, and now undeniably obsessed with the idea of breeding you.

(note, forgive me for making a long request I'm deeply sorry.)

So rough so tender

Zanka Nijiku x Reader

✒note: Hell yeeeeeeah i love that i got you

Warnings: Nsfw, MDNI, rough sex, p in v, degrading, marking and biting cause we love it, intense, chokinggg

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The mission had gone to shit. Zanka stormed back into the small, dimly lit quarters the two of you shared in the Akuta team barracks, his Lovely Assistaff still gripped tight in one white-knuckled hand.

His usual calm mask had cracked hours ago some smug bastard from another team had thrown his mediocrity in his face again, right after a Trash Beast nearly cost them half the squad. Zanka hadn’t said a word the whole way back. He didn’t need to. The air around him practically vibrated with barely leashed fury.

You were already there, curled up on the edge of the cot with a book in your lap, the soft kind of quiet presence that always grounded him. A fellow Cleaner, more comfortable in the support roles than the frontline spotlight gentle voice, hesitant smiles, the type who apologized even when you hadn’t done anything wrong.

You looked up as the door slammed behind him, eyes widening just a fraction. “Zanka…” Your voice was small, concerned. “Are you—?” “Don’t.” The word came out sharp, low. He tossed the staff aside with a clatter and crossed the room in two strides, towering over you.

His gray hair was messy from the fight, blue eyes dark with something dangerous. “Not tonight” You set the book down slowly, folding your hands in your lap like you were trying not to take up space. “Bad day?” He laughed oncebitter, humorless.

“Bad day. Yeah. That’s one way to put it.” His hand shot out, fingers wrapping around your wrist and yanking you up to your feet. Not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough that you stumbled against his chest. “You always do that. Always so fucking soft. Like the world hasn’t kicked you around yet.”

Your breath hitched, cheeks warming, but you didn’t pull away. You never did. “If you need to talk—” “I don’t need to talk.” His other hand came up to your jaw, tilting your face up roughly so you had no choice but to meet his gaze. “I need you to shut up and take it.” Before you could respond, his mouth crashed against yours harsh, demanding, all teeth and no patience.

He bit your lower lip hard enough to make you gasp, then used the opening to deepen the kiss, tongue invading like he was trying to claim every inch of you. When he pulled back, a thin string of saliva connected your mouths for a second. “Strip” he ordered, voice rough but needy and somewhat frustrated.

“Now.”

Your fingers trembled a little as you obeyed, peeling off your Cleaner uniform piece by piece under his burning stare. He didn’t help. He just watched, jaw clenched, chest rising and falling too fast. Once you were bare, he shoved you back onto the cot, following immediately to pin you down with his weight.

“Always so quiet and sweet” he muttered, mouth trailing down your neck. “Like you think that’ll make up for how useless the rest of us feel.” His teeth sank into the junction of your shoulder, hard marking you deliberately, sucking until the skin bloomed dark purple.

You whimpered, hands fisting in his shirt. He bit again, lower this time, then soothed the sting with his tongue only to bite somewhere else. “Look at you. Already shaking for it. Pathetic.”

“Zanka…” Your voice came out breathy, shy even now. He grabbed your throat with one hand, not squeezing yet, just holding thumb pressing against your pulse. “I said shut up.” His free hand shoved your thighs apart roughly, fingers digging into soft flesh hard enough to bruise.

“You’re mine to use when I need it. Isn’t that right? My little toy who gets wet just from me looking at her the wrong way.” He proved his point by sliding two fingers between your legs without warning. You were already slick. He scoffed, low and mean. “See? Fucking dripping. Disgusting how eager you are.”

You bit your lip to hold back a moan as he pumped his fingers fast and deep, curling them cruelly against that spot that made your hips jerk. His grip on your throat tightened just enough to make your head spin, vision blurring at the edges while pleasure sparked through you.

“Gonna fuck the frustration out on you” he growled against your ear, teeth grazing the shell. “Gonna make sure you feel every bit of how pissed I am. And you’re going to thank me for it, aren’t you?” He didn’t wait for an answer. He pulled his fingers out, shoved his own clothes down just enough to free his cock already hard, flushed, leaking and thrust into you in one brutal snap of his hips.

The stretch burned. You cried out, back arching, nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt. He exhaled heavy while he started to move hips right away, chasing your heat. The cot creaking dangerously beneath you. “Too much?” he taunted, voice strained but cruel.

His hand stayed around your throat, squeezing rhythmically in time with his thrusts cutting off your air for a few heartbeats before letting you gasp in a breath. “Too bad. You can take it. You always do. My soft little girl who lets me ruin her whenever I want.” He leaned down and bit your collarbone, then the swell of your breast, leaving a trail of angry red marks that would linger for days.

Every thrust drove him deeper, the wet slap of skin on skin loud in the small room. You were a mess beneath him whimpering, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from the intensity, body trembling with overstimulation and overwhelming pleasure. “Say it” he demanded, choking you a little harder as his pace somehow turned even more vicious. “Say you’re just a hole for me to use when the world reminds me I’m average.”

You could barely form words, but you managed, voice hoarse and broken “I’m… yours… just for you—” He groaned, something almost like satisfaction flashing in his eyes. His free hand gripped your hip hard enough to leave fingerprints, angling you so he could hit even deeper. The coil in your belly tightened unbearably fast.

When you came, it hit you like a freight train walls clenching around him, a choked sob tearing from your throat as your vision whited out. Zanka didn’t stop. He fucked you through it, mean and relentless, until his own rhythm stuttered. “Fuck- take it all” he snarled, burying himself to the hilt as he came hard, spilling deep inside you with a low, guttural sound.

His teeth sank into your shoulder one last time, hard enough to draw a tiny yelp. For a long moment, the only sounds were your ragged breathing and his. Slowly, his grip on your throat loosened. He stayed buried inside you, body draped over yours, the fight draining out of him in increments.

Then, quieter almost hesitant he pressed a single, surprisingly soft kiss to one of the bite marks he’d left. “…You okay?” The words were mumbled against your skin, the anger finally bleeding away into something closer to his usual calm. Exhaustion, maybe even a hint of guilt.

You nodded weakly, fingers threading gently through his messy hair despite how sore and marked up you felt. Your voice was tender, shy as ever “Yeah… I’m here for you. Always.” Zanka exhaled shakily, face still hidden against your neck.

Aye is it a crime for a girl to ask for a little body worship,a tang of munching,a sprinkle of a breeding kin and fluff—if it is lock me up

Take that off

August Stilza x reader

✒note:just so you know i wrote this with one hand, my bad for any typos

Warnings: MDNI, nsfw, oh he snaps, he def worships you, fingers the shit out of you, fingering, dirty talking kinda, p in v, unprotected sex, bent overrrr

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The web dress started as a joke. "Let's do it" he said, excitement taking over as he pulled you in his lab pulling out a lot of soft and pearly fabrics which you admired before chosing the silkiest one. "This feels just right"

You two worked together, he designed it you added details, you started cutting the fabrics, measuring and sewing them together, he added little pearls stitching them on certain spots so they would shine perfectly when light hits.

Once it was done the dress looked absolutely stunning, he immediately pushed you to try it on, and when you stepped out the cabinet he just stared in disbelief, you walked towards his desk and he followed. First with his eyes, then with his whole self.

Falling deliberately cross your collarbones, cinching at your waist, splitting into intricate threads down your hips and thighs. The strands hovered a fraction off your skin. A web spun for you only. He stepped closer admiring every single detail.

"Came out pretty well huh" you chuckled looking at the little shiny pearls all over you, soft silk onto your skin. You confronted the mirror above his desk, arching your back and posing a bit admiring the work you two put together. Then his voice broke the silence, for once it sounded deeper than usual.

"Don't think you're going anywhere with this" suddenly he was close behind you his fingers trace the soft material onto your hips and waist. His eyes moved from your ass, he looked up at you through the mirror while his body pressed against yours.

The tension was so damn high, you felt goosebumps as his hand slowly caressed your back, asking for permission silently. You nod while instinctively leaning onto the desk, his hands got to work you up.

"You're a fucking goddess"

With that he snaps, one hand pressed at the center of your back pushing you forward onto the desk, sketches and fabrics falling around you, but you couldn't care less. He let his hands onto your ass, tearing whatever was in his way, fingers tracing your soaking slit.

Damn babe, you're wet as fuck." He flicked your clit a couple of times before he decided teasing and foreplay was done with. He shove two long fingers into your quivering hole, pulling a choked gasp out of you.

He started moving them into you curling and pushing, until he was knucle deep in your cunt. Pumping them fingers, touching spots tahta made your legs shake, when he thought you were just wet enough he teared the fabric up, ppulled his pants down and positioned himself right.

He gave a few strokes while kissing your neck deeply, "You look so gorgeous, just can't resist it" he murmured against your skin, while pushing himself inside you groaning as he felt your walls throbbing around his cock.

He started moving, every time he pushed back in he made your pussy swallow another inch, till you were full of him. Hips slamming against yours, making your body jolt from time to time, "Fuck- August" you whimper. The room filled with moans and the soft creaking of his desk.

"Oh I can tell" he groans as his hips stutter slightly as he starts thrusting deep and hard, hitting your sweet spot just right. You kept whining and moaning his name until you were dripping down your thighs, onto his cock, your legs trembling.

His chest flat against your back as his thrust became needy and frantic, but still kept going "I- can still go on- fuck" he whimpers slightly as his hips snap into yours again and again, having you squirting around his throbbing shaft.

"God fucking damn" he curses while his hips stutter again, throbbing dangerously inside you, but he straighten himself "I'm not done- I'm not fucking done with you." He gasps, his hands holding your waist and pulling you to meet his desperate thrusts

tamsy x loyal reader who loves him and follows him like a lost puppy like she’s always wrapped around him tracing his marks and etc but after the whole episode after meeting amo and in the jeep she all jealous and sits on his lap kissing him and even more attached to him

Loyalty and Jealousy

Tamsy Caines x loyal!reader

✒note: here we goooo

Warnings: MDNI, sfw, just reader being jealous, and Tamsy enjoing it, quick kisses and pecks, some touching nothing explicit

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You always hovered close to Tamsy, not just near him, all around him. Like orbit, gravity. Your fingers traced the long scar that ran from his eye to his chest whenever you had the chance, feather-light, reverent, like you were memorizing something sacred.

He never stopped you, he never encouraged you either, he simply watched. Quiet smile, unreadable gaze. As if you were an experiment he hadn’t finished observing yet.

Then came Amo.

The conversation. The way he looked at her. The way he listened. And now, while riding back home you hadn’t said a word since leaving. Just staring forward. Silent and stiff. Tamsy noticed, of course. He notices everything. The engine rattled over broken ground.

Then suddenly you climbed into his lap. No warning, no hesitation. Just movement desperate, territorial arms wrapping around his shoulders, fingers gripping his collar like he might disappear if you loosened your hold.

"Tamsy" Your voice was soft, tight. You kissed him one, twice. Then again. Your hands slid up his neck, tracing the edge of his scar, pressing against his jaw, clinging. His eyes following your every move

"You’re mine" you murmured against his mouth, the jeep kept moving. He didn’t push you away, didn’t pull you closer either. Just watched you from inches away those strange eyes steady, glowing faintly in the dim light.

Studying measuring and amused by your actions "Jealous?" he asked softly. Not teasing or mocking, just curious Your grip tightened. You buried your face against his neck. "Yes."

A pause.

Then finally his arms moved. Slowly. Deliberately. Wrapping around your waist. Holding you still. Not comforting. Containing. His lips brushed your ear. "So attached" he murmured. A quiet hum followed thoughtful.

"You really would follow me anywhere, wouldn’t you?" Your nod was immediate, automatic, something dark flickered behind his smile. Satisfactiona and interest. His hand slid up your back, pressing you flush against him.

"Then stay close" he whispered gently,almost kind. "But don’t confuse closeness… with belonging." His thumb traced your lips where you’d kissed him. Eyes half-lidded, calculating. "I decide what’s mine."