deez nuts

okay so i keep seeing people talk about how they think hyo is the second angel or regto is the second angel

but lowkey

what if rudo’s mom was the second angel…

so reader is like maka and rudo is basically soul.

and they’re childhood friends.

and it’s a soulmate au.

“ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ɢᴇᴛ ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴀꜱᴛʏ?”

warnings: intoxicated sex, alcohol, ALL-CONSENSUAL, dirty secrets, fingering, cumming inside, female!reader, jabber being freak asl, nipple piercings, micro-cheating kinda? sorta? both jabber and the reader are 18. cum descriptions, dom!jabber, sub!reader, possessive!jabber, mirror sex, semi-public sex (bathroom sex), and lemme know if there are anymore.

the bass thumps through the floorboards of the off-campus house, a steady, visceral beat that you feel in your teeth. The air is thick with the sweet-sour smell of cheap beer, sweat, and the faint, skunky scent of weed. bodies are packed tight, a shifting sea of college students shouting to be heard over the music. red plastic cups litter every surface. this is the kind of party that feels like it could go on forever, a loud, chaotic bubble separated from the real world.

you’re wedged into a corner of the crowded living room, the press of bodies creating a surprising pocket of relative quiet. jabber is leaning against the wall beside you, his tall frame slouched comfortably. his hot pink eyes are half-lidded, a lazy, intoxicated smile playing on his lips. the gold rings in his long dreads catch the dim, pulsing light every time he moves his head.

he turns his head, looking down at you with a small smirk. his voice low and relaxed. “this shit loud as hell. you good? you ain’t look like you bout to pass out or nun?” you shake your head. “no, i’m waiting on another shot… shit…” you joke with a huff of a laugh as you finish the spiked punch that you were drunk. the lipgloss on your lips glistening and glowing in the LED lights of the room. a roar of laughter erupts from a nearby circle playing a drinking game, momentarily drowning out the music. the vibrations seem to travel right up through the soles of your shoes. jabber chuckles, it’s low and warm sound that kinda makes your stomach tingle. he pushes off the walls, his movements a little slurry and uncoordinated from the amount of alcohol you both have been conjuring up in the corner of the living room. as he pushes off the wall he leans closer to you so you can hear him over the blasting music and cacophony of people, his breath warm against your ear. “you ain’t gotta wait. i got you c’mon.” he takes your empty cup, fingers brushing against your in the process as he weaves through the crowd with a drunk’s determination. you watch his back and the loose fit of his baggy college jersey and his baggy jorts swaying as he navigates, parting the way like he parting the red sea. a few minutes later he comes back holding two fresh, red cups sloshing with a dark liquid, you can’t make out the color of it because of the LED lights. jabber hands the cup to you gives a small smirk. “here, this that strong shit. don’t say i ain’t never did nothin’ for you.” he jokes as he takes a sip of whatever he put in his cup. you take a look inside the cup and look back at him with a look, that look says “i know you fucking lying.” you giggle a little and sway feeling the liquor in your system. “you tryna get me fucked up huh?” you joke and his grin instantly widens, a flash of white in the dim light. he leans back against the wall again. his shoulders numb with yours and the gold rings in his dreads clink softly with all his motion. he takes another long swallow from his drink. “maybe. or maybe i just like seein’ you loose. you always so… put together. it’s a good look on you tho.” he says it with such casualness, but his hot pink eyes hold on yours a second too long before his eyes dart away to scan the crowd. the music shifts to a heavier track and the floor seems to vibrate with a new intensity. you take another sip of whatever he mixed in this cup. you should lowkey be more wary. you remember one time you both got high and shit was all colorful and you swear that night you saw whitney houston opening your fridge and shit. “aww nahh baby, you tryna get me messed up again.” you joke as you take a cautious sip. taste like a weird as combination of tequila and liquor. jabber lets out a low and appreciative laugh as he watches you take a sip. his gaze more lingering on your face. “messed up? nahh. i’m just tryna get you on my level. you always holdin’ back mane. always overthinkin it.” you roll your eyes at him cause it’s only logical to overthink when you’re with this motherfucker. you then turn to him with a new idea sparked in your head. “you wanna play a game?” his smile turns into a big ass grin. “a game? oh hell yea. what you thinkin’? truth or dare? ain’t no way we doin’ beer pong in that crowd, shits packed as hell.” you shakes your head and give him a mischievous smirk. “hell no, we gon play a game called a secret for a secret.” jabber grins softens into something more intrigued and intimate. he pushes off the wall once again and turns to face you. the cacophony of the party seems to fade around the two of you. he leans his head down closer to yours. “a secret for a secret huh? aight, bet. i ain’t scared. you go first.” you smirk and lean on him slightly. “alright, i got my nipples pierced.” it’s not really a juicy secret but it’s something. but it makes an appreciative smirk spread on the man’s face infront you. he lets out a low whistle and leans in even closer to you. “no fuckin’ way. for real?

you nod and he takes another long drink his cup, his gaze drops to your tits for a hot moment before they snap back up to you eyes. he shakes his head as if trying to clear a thought. lazy drunken admiration in his expression.

"alright, my turn. i ain't gon lie... i been thinkin' bout this all day. since highschool."

he says this and your heart drops in excitement, fear, maybe a little arousal from the liquor, and everything under the sun.

his voice then drops to this low, intense, raw, honest tone. so sexual.

"i been wantin' to go down on you for so long. had a deep ass crush on you since ion know. sophomore year? and i hated every single one of them sorry-ass boyfriends you had."

your smile drops immediately. you expected him to say everything but the words that just came out of his mouth. "wait what?!" the noise of the party seems to slam back into focus. it all feels distant and disoriented though. like you're an android underwater or something. his lazy smirk is gone and replaced by absolute sobering seriousness. he gotta be joking? right? ain't no way your homeboy wants you... like that? not to mention YOUR FINE ASS HOMEBOY TOO??!? he speaks again, ain't no joke in his deep ass voice. "you heard me. i ain't playin'. i been watchin' you. waitin n shit. and now you ain't with nobody... you're all mine.” the possessiveness in his tone only gets you wetter. you stare at him speechless. ain't no motherfucker ever confessed to you like this. guess that's what happens when you messing with jabber.