#aggressive

could i possibly request poly janka x fem!

where reader gets overwhelmed and starts feeling pain during sex? and starts saying the safeword and the boys starts reacting to it fast

feel free to ignore! thank you :))

୨୧ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 - polyamorous relationship, aged up! (20+), safe-word use, reader bleeding, rough & aggressive, taking both at the same time, biting and marking, jabber scratching you, aftercare, unedited, a bit of bad grammar and lastly they ended up apologizing.

୨୧ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 - zanka nijiku & jabber wonger x fem! reader

it wasn’t your fault.

you didn’t know why it happened, but it did.

it started off as normal, the three of you are perfectly aligned, zanka's chest pressed against your back, his lips trailing hot kisses along your shoulder blades while jabber hovers above, his hands squeezing your hips possessively.

the head of zanka's cock presses against your entrance from below, while jabber's own presses against zanka's from above, both caught between your bodies.

“push back,” jabber said, making you nod. as you push back, zanka's cock slides into you first, a low groan escaping his lips at the sudden warmth. your body opens for him, allowing him to slide in deeper. jabber watches, his own cock pressing against zanka's as he waits for his turn.

zanka starts moving slowly, his hips lifting to thrust into you gently while jabber watches, his grip on your hips tightening with anticipation.

you moan, feeling them both in you. as zanka pulls back slightly, jabber seizes the opportunity, pushing forward so that his own cock slips inside alongside zanka's.

both cocks fill you completely, stretched perfectly between them. zanka groans against your neck, his thrusts becoming deeper. “feels so good..” he murmurs, teeth grazing your shoulder.

jabber leans down, kissing your neck. as he starts moving, sliding into you while zanka slides out—their thrusts syncing perfectly in opposite rhythms.

jabber's long nails dig into your sides possessively. zanka's teeth sink into your neck, marking you with hickeys and gentle bites. both taking turns stretching and filling you completely.

you don’t know why, but at this moment it felt too much. too overwhelming.

you started to feel each thrust were become painful each time. when their tip kissed your cervix each thrust, it felt a bit painful. but you didn’t say anything, you didn’t want to ruin the moment. and because you didn’t say anything yet, they went a bit rougher and aggressive.

zanka's thrusts become harder, deeper, his cock hitting your cervix with a painful thud each time.

jabber's nails leave thin red scratches along your hips as he pounds into you from above, his breathing ragged against your lips. neither notice your trembling, too lost in the heat of the moment.

your fake moans start to crack into whimpers.

the room fills with the wet sounds of your body being stretched open between them. slap of skin against skin, squelching noises as they fuck you deeply and roughly.

zanka's voice drops lower, more sweet “you like that sweetheart? like being filled by both of us?” zanka asked. you whimpered, stuttering to speak but eventually you did.

“y-yess..! of c-course haa—“ you lied. you were too ask to ask them to stop, you were afraid they’ll get mad.

jabber smirks against your lips, his thrusts becoming even more aggressive at your fake affirmation.

zanka's hand moves to cover your mouth completely, muffling your whimpers as he snaps his hips forward brutally. “shh... take it...”

as he muffles your mouth, zanka's eyes darken dangerously, his thrusts turning painful. jabber's nails dig deeper, spreading your legs wider for more leverage.

the room fills with wet sounds, skin slapping, and deep grunts.

and you couldn’t anymore, when zanka pulled his hand away from your mouth you finally managed to speak. in a low and quiet voice, hopefully thinking they can hear you. “p-pink..” you said softly.

your quiet voice gets lost in the symphony of noise—jabber's harsh breathing, zanka's grunts, the wet sounds of skin slapping together. zanka seals his lips against your jaw, biting down as he thrusts up hard.

jabber's grip on your hips is bruising now, fingers digging into your flesh.

you try again, voice breaking, but couldn’t. you felt this sharp pain within the thrusting, you felt a heated liquid and sensation coming out from you.

not knowing it was blood, you then felt yourself crying. tears overflowing from your eyes, finding your mouth towards zanka ears, mumbling, “p-pink..” while softly sobbing.

zanka freezes first, feeling the sudden wetness that isn't just sweat. he pulls back slightly, looking down to see dark red streaks mixed with the usual wetness. jabber follows his gaze, his eyes widening in shock as he sees the same thing.

the room goes silent except for your quiet sobbing. zanka pulls out gently, his cock coated in red.

jabber follows, both boys staring at the blood mixing with your arousal on your thighs and their cocks. fear and horror washes over their faces. as you cried harder.

“i-im— sorry..” you whine, trembling against their body’s. “d-don’t get m-mad..”

both boy’s curse softly, their aggressive mood evaporating instantly. zanka gently pushes jabber aside and reaches between your legs, touching the blood gently. “baby no... we're not mad at you.” his voice is gentle now.

“t-tried to enjoy it .. but i couldn’t..” you mumbled, feeling a bit disappointed about stopping them.

jabber's hands immediately lose their bruising grip, turning tender as he strokes your sides soothingly. “why didn't you tell us doll?” his voice cracks with guilt, not anger.

the boys immediately move into action, their earlier aggressive demeanor replaced with tender care. zanka gently spreads your legs while jabber fetches a warm, damp cloth. they carefully clean up the mess between your legs, their touches gentle and apologetic. “sorry my beautiful baby..”

zanka holds you steady on his lap while jabber cleans you, both boys murmuring soft, soothing words against your skin. “i’ve got you..” “we got you sweetheart ... just let us take care of you..” making you nod.

after cleaning you up, jabber dries the area gently with a soft towel while zanka props pillows behind you, making you comfortable.

once you're cleaned and comfortable, zanka wraps you in a soft blanket, holding you against his chest. “how are you feeling now love?” his hand strokes your hair soothingly while jabber presses kisses to your knuckles.

there’s genuine worry in both their eyes now, not just concern—they look guilty and protective.

“i’m fine.. thank you for understanding me,” you mumbled, feeling relieved that you’re feeling better then before. “cuddles..?” you slowly smiled.

“of course sweetheart... you need lots of cuddles now.” zanka shifts so you're lying between them, his chest pressed against your back while jabber moves in front of you, opening his arms for a hug.

“come here beautiful...”

you gently got between them, jabber's arms wrapping around your front while zanka's from behind.

jabber's lips find your forehead, pressing soft kisses there while zanka nuzzles into your neck.

their fingers intertwine on your stomach, holding you between them like you're the most precious thing in the world. No more rough touches, no more pushing—just warmth and safety. “love you...”

you hum, “love you more..” before feeling yourself into a deep sleep.

both boys smile softly at your sleepy confession, their hearts melting. they know you're finally relieved and comfortable between them.

as you drift off to sleep, they stay awake, holding you gently, their earlier aggression replaced with tender love and protectiveness.

This is not, never has been, and never will be a safe space for bigots. Never. I don't care if you're "respectful" towards me or my spaces. If you support Trump, ICE, the police system, transphobia, racism, ableism, sexism, or homophobia (TRASH) you are not welcome here.

I am followed by so many people who are vulnerable to these things. Hell, I'm gay, trans, and autistic myself. I'm not going to facilitate an area for you to make these people uncomfortable on my silly goofy gimmick blog. Even if it's become more of a space for public service and help, I don't care. This should be a safe place.

Nor are you welcome if you make blanket statements about either side, EG "the right is all pedophiles" "the left is all snowflakes" shut the fuck up. Both sides have their flaws, as does everything in this world, and I will not harbor a space for either one to shit on the other. This is not a place for political debate.

‎ꫂ᭪݁ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you get into a bad fight at school with a girl that made some dating rumors about your boyfriend, Chris. She beats you worse and once Chris finds out… ⋆˚࿔

‎ꫂ᭪݁ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: tysm for all the love, im sorry if these are a bit too short but ill make them longer! if you have any requests or want to get tagged lmk!! ⋆˚࿔

𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐒 / 𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

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You were in the nurses office, due to having injuries on your body. It was a cause of a girl who liked your boyfriend and spread false rumours of them dating. You beat her up badly but she got you worse. You were going back to your boyfriends house, Chris. Once you got there, his mother let you in and you waited in his room as he was having a shower. He didn't go to school because he slept it. Once he came out (Clothed, obviously) he saw you and smiled. He laid his head on your stomach and you wince. He was confused and lifted your shirt only half way to see your stomach and was shocked, "Whos the bruises from." He asked, deeply, "They've always been there." You lie.

“𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐞 to me. I know where each beauty mark, scar and other small details are on your body." He speaks coldly. Chris sits up slowly, his blue eyes dark with worry and something else—anger. He gently lifts the edge of your shirt again, revealing the ugly bruise blooming across your side. His jaw clenches.

"𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬?” His voice is quiet now—too quiet. The kind of calm that comes right before a storm.

He reaches out, fingertips barely grazing the bruise, and winces like it physically hurts him to see it on you. Without another word, he pulls you into a careful hug—one arm around your shoulders, cradling you like glass about to shatter. Chris kisses the top of your head, his breathing slow but tense. He pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, searching for answers he already knows are coming.

“𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲…” He cups your face with one warm hand, thumb brushing over your cheekbone like you’re something precious.

"𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐉𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚?" he asks quietly—the name dripping with disgust. Everyone knew she had a crush on him and that she’d been spreading lies about them dating. Chris's face twists—rage flashing across his features like lightning. He doesn't even wait for you to confirm it. The second he hears the name, something in him snaps.

"𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡…" he growls, pushing off the bed and grabbing his hoodie from the floor.

He yanks it on over his damp hair, shoving feet into sneakers without tying them. His phone is already in hand as he storms toward the door.

“𝐈’𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫.”

No hesitation. No second thoughts. Just pure protective fury—the kind only a guy who loves you this hard could feel. Chris grabs your wrist—not rough, but firm—and pulls you toward the door with him. His grip is warm, his palm slightly sweaty from anger.

“𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞,” he says through gritted teeth. No room for argument.

He shoves the front door open without saying anything to his mom downstairs—she yells something about "where are you going?!" but Chris ignores it completely. The second he's outside, cold Boston air hits your face as he beelines straight for his car parked in the driveway.

Keys jingle in his hand—the engine roars to life like a warning. Chris peels out of the driveway, tires screeching. The car speeds through quiet neighborhood streets—too fast, reckless—but he doesn’t care. His knuckles are white on the steering wheel.

He shoots you a quick glance—the first since storming out—checking if you’re okay despite his rage. Then he floors it toward Jessica’s house across town.

"𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮,” he mutters, voice shaking with anger “𝐍𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬.”

The streetlights blur past as Chris drives like hell itself is chasing them. Chris whips the car into Jessica's suburban street, skidding to a stop in front of her perfectly manicured house. He doesn't even turn off the engine—just throws it in park and practically jumps out.

He slams the door hard enough that Mrs. Henderson from next door peeks through her curtains. Chris marches up to Jessica's porch like a soldier going to war.

"𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞,” he orders you, though his tone makes it clear he expects you to follow anyway—because this is your fight too.

Before anyone can react, Chris pounds on Jessica’s front door with his fist—BANG BANG BANG. The door swings open—Jessica’s mom, a sharp-looking woman in a silk robe, freezes at the sight of Chris. Her eyes widen slightly; she knows him from school events and PTA meetings.

"𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫?" she says, surprised.

But before she can even finish her sentence—

𝐁𝐀𝐌.

Chris shoves past her without asking. Jessica is sitting on the couch in pajamas watching TV, completely unprepared for what's about to happen.

Her face drops when she sees him storming toward her like an avenging angel. Jessica scrambles to her feet, the remote clattering to the floor. Her mom shrieks behind them—

“𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬! 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠?”

But Chris doesn't stop. He grabs Jessica by the shoulders and 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 her back against the wall with a loud THUD. The TV screen flashes dumb reality show drama—now nothing compared to this real-life scene.

“𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝.” he seethes, his voice low and deadly. “𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲?”

Jessica's eyes dart toward her mom for help—but Mrs. Henderson is frozen in horror on their doorstep.