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i think i have an issue.. that’s 15 total fics i’ve written with all of them being about uramichi excluding that one kumatani one 😕😕

i love the show and all of the character sm chat

i need to start writing for the rest of the cast tho

gn! reader, suggestiveness, spicy, heavy makeout, established relationship, drabble, desperation and pining

word count: 1014

maybe ooc, mostly proofread but either way enjoy! <3

there’s a very tense moment in the air right now. you think you might both be feeling or it might just be uramichi.

the feeling of your soft palms rubbing the muscles in his arms. repeatedly, slowly, up and down in that same motion for a good few minutes.

you started doing it mindlessly but it’s giving uramichi butterflies. you’re just sitting here in front of him, touching him so gently, and giving him such an innocent look like you don’t know what you’re doing to him but also partially do.

uramichi doesn’t even like being touched like that but when it comes from you, he practically melts.

you give him an occasional squeeze on the bicep and it sends him into euphoria.

who knew uramichi was so touch-starved? (everybody)

uramichi looking into your eyes, is this what love feels like? or is he feeling lust? or is it both?

it doesn’t matter regardless because right now, uramichi wants you carnally.

“hey.”

“hm?”

“if you’re doing this, can i.. kiss you?”

you scoff playfully. “of course you can.”

it’s a wonder why uramichi asks so nervously but you kinda like that gentlemanly act of his.

you feel giddy closing your eyes and waiting for uramichi’s lips to touch yours.

they feel feather-light against you. not firm yet but that’s because uramichi’s easing himself into you first.

they start to get more quick when your arms wrap his neck and his arms grip your waist.

you and uramichi have made out before but everytime you do it again, it feels brand new. it feels like uramichi’s slowly improving with every session and every kiss. is that just you?

his hold is a lot more sturdy, his kisses progressively get more into it, for lack of better words. you like it.

it’s like uramichi’s starting to understand you aren’t made of glass and won’t shatter if he puts more force into kissing you and lets his desperation take over for a little.

you giggle and pause after a quick kiss.

“uramichi, have you been practicing?”

“can you— can you tell?”

“mhm.” you hum as you close your eyes again and resume pecking at uramichi but you enjoyed that flushed look you saw for a split second.

uramichi’s eyes were dark but not because he was thinking negatively. his cheeks being red were a clear indicator that he was enjoying this just as much as you, if not more.

“am i doing— good?”

“yes you are,” you coo.

you can tell uramichi takes your praise to heart by the way his hands rotate on your sides to get a better grip of you. his fingers slightly dig into a spot where you’re hypersensitive, his thumbs are drawing curves into your shirt and skin.

the kiss gets longer and deeper.

you make a noise from how firm uramichi’s lips are but you get enjoyment out of feeling the tip of his tongue touch yours.

you can’t deny uramichi of what he’s silently trying to notion at you so you of course let his tongue interlock with yours.

it takes you more energy to kiss uramichi this way but you aren’t complaining.

especially not because when you both finally pull away, uramichi lifts you up by your torso to get you on him.

“oh-!” you let out, being taken aback.

you forget just how strong uramichi is sometimes but you love it even more when he uses you as an example.

your legs wrap around uramichi’s waist. you both share a giggle before returning to another heated tongue kiss.

uramichi pulls you down into him, his tongue exploring yours even further making you let out quiet breaths of pleasure.

he’s whimpering into your mouth when your hands run up to the nape of his neck and your fingers rub circles into it.

that makes uramichi melt even harder. your touch feels so good to him, it’s nothing like he’s ever experienced before with anybody else.

“we’re getting a little desperate now, are we?” you pull away with a tease.

you practically watch uramichi chase your lips and silently whine when you separate yourself.

“you don't know half of it.”

“hehe~”

uramichi pulls you back once more. he won’t do with you pulling yourself away any more so he makes sure to have a hand planted on the back of your head to shorten the distance.

“i’ve wanted to do this for so long.” he huffed into you.

“you know, you always could’ve asked~”

“it wasn’t a good time.. and i didn’t have the courage.”

it’s a little shocking to hear that leave uramichi’s mouth. the uramichi omota feeling perverted at bad times? who would’ve guessed?

you’d ask when he means specifically but you’re not dumb enough to not get what he means, so you’ll spare his embarrassment this one time. you’re definitely asking later though.

“well~, now is the perfect time to do anything you want to me.”

you pull away for the final time. you both are slightly out of breath from how much kissing you just did but you’re nowhere near done and neither is uramichi.

your hands, feeling mischievous, run down from uramichi’s head to the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers.

warm fingers pull at the stretchy fabric and dig into underneath them.

it results in a jolt from uramichi as his hands rush to grab your wrists for a second.

“—do you really mean that? you’re okay with anything?”

“of course i am. why should we just stop here?”

“…” a small lump of saliva gets swallowed down. uramichi can feel himself getting harder underneath you and even more nervous looking into your lust filled eyes.

“i want to do this with you tonight.” uramichi pleads desperately. “please.”

“we can.” you purr.

uramichi lets go of you to let you dig deeper down.

he’s so flustered his mind doesn’t work anymore but one thing that’s for sure is that uramichi craves you so bad right now.

he can’t wait any longer to let his hands rummage your whole body and whatever you’ll let him feel.

word count: 804

:: fluff, established relationship, happy uramichi, drabble, ooc?, artwork ref, happy thoughts for uramichi bcs i want him to be happy, not 100% proofread : :

artwork creds: 9zegk (twt)

uramichi likes the idea of having someone to share his apartment with. his cold, lonely apartment…

what he likes even more is the presence of someone else, other than him, being there.

that someone else is none other than you. his partner of a few months now.

your belongings litter uramichi’s place now. there’s little rubber bands that take up space on his counters, there for you, and some for him that you left because he keeps losing his.

when you’re over, there’s an extra spare key on his holder that belongs to you. there’s even a spare one to your home, if ever needed, occupying one of the hooks.

the place smells like you. so does his furniture. there’s no longer just the lingering smell of smoke from uramichi’s cigarettes. there’s also your body odor, and those specific lotions you use floating through the air that smells so good to uramichi.

it smells nostalgic to him. nostalgic in the sense that he’s reminiscing the last moment you were over when he smells the scent. even if was just the night or day before.

uramichi’s so used to it.

y’know, originally, he wasn’t used to you being over at all. he’d even stretch and say he wasn’t used to company being over but with his two colleagues, that’s not exactly true.

they’re company, yes, but they’re not exactly welcomed. uramichi doesn’t invite kumatani and usahara to his place much like he does with you.

uramichi initially barely invited you over because he was so nervous for no apparent reason but you’ve become such a daily occurrence, that your presence is wanted and practically needed for uramichi to function every day.

the apartment used to be so empty. and now it’s so full and lively with your being.

you share the space that’s called his home with uramichi and he’d rather not have it any other way.

“hey, you’re in the way, move.”

“hello to you too, michi.”

“move aside.”

“are you gonna move me yourself if i don’t?”

uramichi stares down at you with his usual gloomy eyes. he’s done from working out and wants to sit on his own couch that you’re currently completely occupying.

he answers your obvious question with a glare and that gives you enough of a reason to sit up.

not that you don’t enjoy when uramichi moves you on his own when you pester him, but you wanna give him less resistance today.

you readjust yourself, expecting uramichi to wanna sit by himself without you messing with him but surprisingly, he returns you back down to lay your head on his lap.

“oh. you don’t hate me today?” you joke.

“i never hate you. until you start acting like that dumb bunny.”

“be glad i’m not doing that today.”

“i have been.”

the short conversation dies down but there’s no uncomfortable silence.

you’re going back to your original state of closing your eyes and relaxing. the only difference is now, you get to lay against uramichi’s lap instead of the couch cushions and also have the pressure of his grip gently squeezing and releasing at your arm closest to him.

are you his replacement for his grip trainer that’s most likely broken again? maybe.

you open an eye to check on him. from your view below, you can already see the pleasantly blank face he’s making.

the one he makes when he’s so peacefully happy with whatever he’s doing.

should you ask what he’s thinking or not disturb his questionable existence of thoughts? you decide not to. you know he’s happy right now.

the most you do to encourage it is taking your own hand and interlocking it with one of his hands.

uramichi notices, obviously.

it makes him happier remembering that you’re still right there where he put you.

he’ll never verbally admit it but your touch keeps him calm. ironically enough, uramichi’s never been the one for physical contact.

subtle interactions and touches or bold grabs by higher ups or even associates bother him but you don’t. you do the exact opposite of what they do and uramichi loves that.

he’s a sucker for the quiet moments of physical intimacy you two have.

that might actually be his method of showing affection actually…

uramichi doesn’t give that type of thing attention (yes he absolutely does) but when he thinks about it, your physical touch and quality time is what gives him that fuzziness.

the fuzziness that’s capable of silencing his ever running brain and his underlying fears and anxieties for as long as you’re around.

all of that, is what uramichi likes about you.

this lonely man went from not experiencing love regularly to getting more than he believed he’d ever receive.

this is what he wanted for so long.

word count: 1.1k

: : awkwardness, requited feelings, unestablished relationship, fluff, separate work places between reader and uramichi, neither reader or uramichi are up to date with the internet, ooc?, not 100% proofread : :

“hey hey, name! look what i found!”

you’re barely given to react when you turn around to see your coworker shoving her phone in your face.

you don’t know what you were expecting but you definitely don’t think you were expecting to see an edited video of you and uramichi together.

two grown adults from separate shows being clipped together in scenes from the films of your shows. the title of the video read ‘uramichi oniisan x [name] oneesan’.

you were confused.

“what are you showing me..?”

“i was searching the internet last night and i came across this video! it seems that people really ship you with uramichi from together with maman.”

“ship? what do you mean “ship”?” you asked.

you’ve never heard that terminology before so your mind kinda fails you in figuring out what that means.

“do you really not know what ‘shipping’ is?” your coworker says, staring at you dumbfounded.

“no? i’ve never heard that word before.”

“ugh, you don’t use the internet often, do you?” she scoffs. “shipping basically means putting two or more people together that you think make a cute couple.”

‘a couple…’ you think. “ohh. that makes more sense.”

“oh? that’s a bland response. what do you think?! isn’t it cute?!!”

you stand and watch the video. you have to wrack your brain for a clear answer. you have your own opinions on how cute you and uramichi would be as a couple. after all, you do slightly have feelings for the man. but to outsiders, aka coworkers and viewers, just putting two grown adults who have (seemingly) only interacted once or twice, together doesn’t make the most sense.

“i think it’s.. cute? yeah. it’s a sweet video.” you remark in your sweet tone.

your coworker makes a face. it’s a mix between pleasure from your answer and suspicion maybe. you don’t know if that was the answer she was looking for or not.

“so you think it’s cute? does that mean you think uramichi’s a cute guy~?”

—of course she’d go there.

“well- i mean.. he’s not ugly so yeah, kinda.”

“awwww!!” your coworker gushes. “yeah, i agree~ he’s a hunk if i’ve ever seen one. i loved collabing with him the other day.”

wait, now you’re confused. is your coworker trying to put you and him together or was she just trying to gauge your opinion on him..?

eh, you guess it doesn’t matter. what really matters is the shooting that’s about to start any minute.

“i wonder if there’s anymore videos of anybody else from our shows~”

you interrupt her little daydream. “shouldn’t you be in costume? we’re about to shoot any second.”

“oh right-! i just wanted to show you that before i forgot! i’ll go get changed now! byeeee!”

and she’s gone before you can say another word.

you turn back to your script in hand and try to remember where you had left off. the new word you just learned, ‘shipping’, is now the only thing you can think about though.

you’ll look it up later when you have free time..

. . .later

you finally leave the film room when you come across the girl and a few of your other coworkers all bunched together.

not surprisingly enough, she’s still on about the video she found last night.

“are you showing everybody that same video?”

“yeah! well- i did and then we did some looking and found more stuff!”

“what? more videos?”

“thatt and also! there’s more stuff on social media!”

“really?” you don’t believe it until you get a look at the phone that’s being passed around yourself.

you don't use social media a lot so you initially weren’t aware of how much traction your show got from its audience.

as it turns out, there’s plenty more posts about you and uramichi. not to mention a few of your coworkers with other members like iketeru and utano.

it gets a bit odd the more you find. you’re really curious as to who could be making these connections and edits. surely it’s not some adult making them, unless they just have too much time on their hands. otherwise, it’s probably just some teenager.

“wow.. there’s so much..”

“right?!”

“i’m kinda sad i didn’t get any with kumao. he was a cutie under that mask.” another woman chimes in.

a handful of your coworkers agree and eventually the conversation turns into a ranking of who was the hottest amongst everybody in the together with maman cast.

you decide to stay out of the conversation and retreat back to your own dressing room.

. . .after work has ended

after today, when you got home, you told yourself you wouldn’t dive into any internet stuff as it most likely would end with you staying up extremely late over it.

unfortunately you didn’t listen to yourself and started doing deep searches on your computer.

what you came across both fascinated you and engrossed you even further. you had to bring it up to uramichi. and that you did when you visited his apartment.

“hey uramichi,”

“yeah?”

“have you ever heard about ‘shipping’?”

uramichi turns to look at you and his reaction feels like the exact same one you had when you were taught it just earlier.

“what, like, boats?”

“no. that’s what i thought too. apparently that’s what people call matchmaking on the internet. my coworker was telling me about it.”

“matchmaking..?”

uramichi thinks about that word. he doesn’t exactly have the best history with things revolving around romance.

in fact he avoids romance talk because it’s out of his comfort zone but maybe he’s heard usahara bring it up before among the (not) many things he talks about.

“yeah. apparently some fans of our shows think me and you look cute together.”

uramichi feels like he might start sweating bullets. this feels like a repeat of that time during shooting when a question asked utano oneesan out of which oniisan would she marry. of course that memory ended badly and uramichi fears this will too.

just don’t ask what he thinks of it…

“what do you think?” you say as you hand him your phone to see a few posts.

uramichi sighs but still chooses to indulge the topic. surprisingly, he does recognize the post you pull up for him. usahara showed him this not too long ago at work. he didn’t have an answer for it then and he still doesn’t now.

“oh.. usahara told me about this a while back.”

“he did? so i’m the last one to find out.”

“i guess so.”

“oh well, i don’t think it really matters that much. i think it’s a little odd but maybe a little cute…”

you mumble that last part to yourself as you take your phone back from uramichi’s hold.

he didn’t hear what you said but for the sake of his own sanity that’s decreasing the longer this conversation goes on, he doesn’t ask. uramichi just goes back to cooking.

the conversation gets stale quickly.

jabber wonger x black! female! reader

it was only a hypothetical question but you might’ve jinxed yourself. you didn’t expect yourself to become an actual vampire just a few days after you asked that question.

masochism (obviously), reader is the vampire, no established relationship, reader is also a raider, regular au (mostly), a hypothetical turned to reality, most likely ooc, not completely proofread, blood mentioned (ofc)

word count: 1870+

“hypothetically.. what would you do if i was a vampire?”

you remember asking jabber that question just a few days ago. there was no particular reason for it, you were just curious.

the topic of the supernatural was on your mind and if they existed. they already technically did. you were a supernatural, a giver, but you meant like ghosts, and vampires, and what not.

you don’t believe in those things but you’ve always fantasized about them.

and based on how jabber responded, you think he clearly didn’t give them too much thought as his answer to your question was pretty short, and it didn’t even sound like he believed in that stuff, but in his words, if vampires were real, he’d want to fight one and see if they could beat his ass.

huh..

you wonder how jabber would react seeing you like this now.

you sit lonely on the couch in wait and silence.

just a little ago, maybe the day after you asked that question, you were on a mission with some rookies to retrieve something zodyl wanted.

it was an easy quest and you got what you came for but somewhere along the line, you let your guard down and everything went downhill from there.

your rookies were beat by some plebs that you took care of with ease. you were kinda disappointed with how quickly they were defeated but you guess it was expected. what wasn’t expected was the big guy of the group.

he had these hypnotizing eyes. you made the mistake of staring directly into them. then you were out. and you woke up in a cold cell with the same man sitting ahead of you still staring at you with those big, beady, red eyes.

“ugh… my head..”

“you’re finally awake.”

your head wobbles and aches as you focus on that calm voice speaking to you. you feel hostility somewhere in you but you’re still too tired to voice it so much.

“who.. are you..?”

“don’t mind that, dear. you won’t see me for long.”

“…i won’t? then what could you possibly want with me..?”

“funny. you ask that but you don’t seem to have any fear in your voice?”

“i’m too used to this whole shpiel with the job i have.”

“i should’ve expected that. no matter, i welcome your attitude.”

“can we get to the part already? i have a team to get back to.”

“right, right.”

the man readjusts himself to sit properly and clears his throat. “what i wanted you here for, i’ve seen you around on jobs, you see. you’re a pretty powerful foe, from what i gather.”

“mhm?”

“i want to further your power. you see, i test with chemicals and bloods for a living.”

“like another freak i know,” you say, thinking back to jabber as soon as the mysterious man says those words.

“what was that?”

“nothing. carry on.”

“ahem, like i was saying.., i recently concocted this chemical that supposedly makes one a vampire. tell me, have you ever wondered what it’d be like to be a blood-thirsty beast?”

“i have, recently.”

“oh perfect!”

“so what? am i here to be your test subject? i was your first pick? was i just somewhere at the wrong time?”

“a whole ton of questions, dear. i told you, you don’t need the answers to everything. this will be quick if you just let it.”

“you want to turn me into a vampire is what i’m getting from this. my answer’s no.”

“oh but you’re so quick to decline! you haven’t even heard the benefits of it yet!”

“listen, i have a pretty good gauge of what’s in store for me if i were to become one and as cool as that would be, i’d rather not have to rely on people for food.”

“aw, bummer. i hoped you would’ve considered it longer.”

the man takes your answer and stands up from his rickety chair away from you. the last thing you remember was him approaching you before he made you look into his swirling eyes.

then you woke up and you knew then that he had used his chemical on you despite your refusal.

you remembered your neck hurting, probably from being struck with a needle or something. at least most of your body stayed noticeably the same though.

you were upset then and still kinda are now. anybody would be if they were turned into a vampire without their consent.

you must say, you always dreamt about this hypothetical but you never expected a day to come where you’d actually become one.

you wish you made some fight to prevent this. actually, you wish you never went on that mission. at least you came back still with the object you were requested of. at least zodyl won’t be mad at you for that if he even cares for you anymore. he probably thinks you’re dead since you disappeared for a little.

you don’t know how anybody in the raiders will react. you don’t exactly care for what their reactions could be but you care for what jabber will say.

will he disregard you for being weak and letting this happen to you and be disgusted with your new form? it’s more than likely he’ll lecture you, not so much be freaked out. or he could stick by what he said those days ago.

yeah, you hope that’s the outcome because if not, you don’t know what you’d do.

…

you can hear the sounds of an invisible clock audibly ticking in your ears as you wait for the raiders to come back.

it’s about time for someone or anyone to be back at the hideout now. you’re dying with anticipation but thanks to that chemical, you can’t even feel a heart beating.

you pretend you can hear it jump though when you sense movement behind you.

yuck… you don’t like how super sensitive your senses are now…

the sounds get heavier until they’re just behind the door that separates you both. everything goes quiet and then the door swings open to reveal none other than jabber.

“you’re finally back.”

“wha-”

“sorry i’ve been gone for a little, jab.”

“yo man, you finally returned?! i knew you weren’t out there dead somewhere!”

“yeahhh.”

“tell me, were you having a good time?? were you hunting down strong givers?!”

“i found a strong person.”

jabber approaches you where you sit. him being the perceptive guy he is, he notices a difference in the color of your eyes and shade of skin when he’s closer.

“something happened to you out there, didn’t it?”

“more or less..” you chuckle. you know you can’t lie to jabber, he’s too smart for that. but you also don’t wanna admit what happened so you’re trying to get by without saying as much as possible.

it’s only a matter of time though..

jabber gets this glint in his eye. he gets even closer, this time invading your personal space. he doesn’t warn you when he reaches for your top lip and pulls it up.

your teeth are exposed, specifically your canines.

it makes you hiss, not from the pain of his grip but by the burn of his ring that touches your skin.

“jabber- get your hands off-”

he releases as soon as you ask.

“your canines are a lot sharper than i remember them being.”

“…. so what..?”

“you’re trying to hide something from me—“

you swallow back the saliva that pooled.

“fine. you’re always so quick to figure out everything..” you mumble. “i was turned into a vampire by some guy who wanted to try out his chemicals.”

jabber doesn’t respond but stares.

“stupid, i know. i didn’t even know it was possible.”

jabber still doesn’t say anything. he looks like he’s processing what you just said. it makes you feel awkward. that is until he finally shouts out:

“that’s dopeee!! hey, if you’re a vampire now, doesn’t that mean you need blood for food?! drink mine! i bet it feels great! hey! are you hungry now?!”

you’re taken aback but not completely surprised. you should’ve guessed that jabber would immediately think about getting his blood sucked. he’s acting like a child who’s excited about a new toy.

“uh, i mean, i haven’t drank anything yet so, yeah..”

“perfect!! here! i want you to drain my blood until i’m barely standing!”

jabber pulls back his dreads, exposing his neck and practically thrusting it near your lips.

it’s… intoxicating to your senses. jabber’s scent stinks but his blood.. smells good. the proximity between you and him is tempting for you, you’re so close to ravishing his neck.

you almost feel bad until you remember who this is you’re talking to.

you oblige his request and clench your jaw around the flesh of his neck.

jabber yells in pain but giggles in the same breath once your teeth pierce him.

you don’t know what you expected jabber’s blood to taste like. at first it’s just metallic and thick on your tongue like all other blood is but the flavor soon starts to hit you.

you need more.

you were hesitant to suck his blood at first but now you don’t want to stop.

you create more friction against jabber’s neck to suck more blood out. your tongue laps at every drop that leaves him and eventually drips down your lips.

so good…

jabber’s also enjoying himself. he’s giggling like crazy and pushing your head down to get more of a feel of your sharp teeth. you wonder if being drained of your blood actually feels good to a regular person but you imagine not. this just feels great to masochists as such.

you two stay connected like this for a minute until jabber can feel his limits closing in. this is what he wanted. this is what he wanted so he definitely isn’t complaining but his body definitely is.

his stance begins to falter. his legs are becoming weak and wobbly and so is his upper body. his hand that pushed against the top of your head slipping down without the power to hold onto anything. his laughter has quieted down into weak groans and his eyes have dimmed. eventually, jabber falls on his butt, taking you with him to the ground.

that must mean it’s time for you to stop.

you unlatch your lips, strings of spit trail from them to his neck. you swallow the rest of what you were able to drink but missed droplets flow down your lip and to your chin.

“jabber? jabber!”

you take his weak head into your hands and tap him awake on the cheek.

“huh- huh? why’d you stop… i was enjoying myself..”

“you were passing out.”

“i can feel myself on the brink of death!.. feels s’goodddd…”

“i’m sure it did.”

jabber’s body twitches underneath you as he falls completely limp and asleep. it’s kinda funny how he passed out with a smile plastered across his face.

you have to pick him up in your arms. you’ll go patch his neck up before he actually bleeds out.

PART 2 OF A FRIEND OF MY SISTER

(link to part 1)

jabber wonger x female! poc! reader

things progress after the night cthoni caught you and jabber in your room. she comes to terms with it after an altercation with jabber but finds out the truth and tries to warn you. you disregard her worries but eventually they transfer into you and you finally break with jabber.

modern au, new(ish) emotions and experience for both reader and jabber, minor violence (cthoni and jabber fight, jabber biting himself/self harm (tw), reader also bites jabber), almost angsty (not really), fluff, suggestive content, reader has her own faults, possibly ooc for jabber and cthoni, FREAK4FREAK, not completely proofread

word count: 1622

tags: @hollybun , @yassix3

I’M FINALLY FREE FROM WRITERS BLOCK WOO!! here’s that part 2 that was so graciously asked for!!

that night cthoni caught you and jabber in your bedroom, she was mad. a mini argument broke out from there but nothing further.

a few days after though, when the group finally met back up, cthoni was dead set on getting into it with jabber. a few punches were thrown but eventually a “gentle” agreement was made with the help of fu who broke it up.

“guys!! p-please calm down! why are you so mad, cthoni?!”

fu had stepped in between jabber and cthoni despite fearing for his life that one of the punches thrown would hit him.

cthoni listened to fu though. she was still fuming but enough of her anger had been released for her to have a clear head and just talk.

jabber was the one who couldn’t get enough, getting mad at fu for breaking it up.

“aw- what the hell, fu!”

“sorry!! i just- i just want you guys to talk it out!!”

“fine. jabber, i won’t fight you about dating my sister, i don’t really care about that. but if i ever find out you hurt her in any way, you’re dead.”

jabber giggles at the threat. “you really think i’m about to do her dirty? nah. you got the wrong guy.”

“fine.”

“but fyi, we aren’t even together. i mean, we are, but she don’t know that.”

the already quiet room gets even quieter somehow. the mood just plummeted but the tension is higher than ever.

“what.”

“we never made it official.”

a newfound anger is awakened in cthoni now. not only are you and jabber fooling around, but you guys aren’t even together?? she really wants jabber dead now. cthoni swears she raised you better than that. she’s talking with you later about this.

“what’s that look? you want a round two?” jabber invites. he knew what he just said would piss cthoni off the max, that’s why he admitted it. to get her going again.

another fight was bound to break out and again one did. not even hours afterwards was cthoni chill again.

you came home to her once more sitting on the living room couch pissed.

“oh, you’re still up.”

“we need to talk.”

you’re sure about what this conversation is gonna be about this time. you got the scoop from jabber when you stopped by his place and found him all injured the same way cthoni is right now

“is this about jabber?”

“yes.”

“i mean sure, don’t know what else there is to say though.”

you sit down on the couch and keep a little distance just in case.

“why aren’t you and jabber officially dating?”

“-he told you?”

“yes. why.”

“i don’t know.. because we just haven’t made it official?”

“you two are already fooling around but aren’t even together? i raised you better than that.”

“sis, you don’t need to freak out about it.”

“you’re making a bad decision.”

“not really.. i’m just going about things differently.”

“it is a bad decision.”

“that’s what you think.”

“i’m trying to help you.”

“i don’t even know why you care so much.”

“i’m your older sister, i’m supposed to.”

“not to the extent that you are though. just let me do my own thing.”

cthoni has no more words to tell you. regardless of what she says, you’ll have a comeback for it. you don’t listen anymore than you did when you were younger.

cthoni wishes you weren’t so hardheaded and you could say the same for her.

you don’t need anyone looking over your shoulder for everything. you’ve always done your own thing.

jabber’s just someone that you’ve grown to want around.

you can handle him though so you don’t know why cthoni is so scared. you’re not fifteen anymore, you know what you’re doing. even if you can’t be sure, you have a better handle on your emotions and thoughts.

— better than jabber does, at least.

he's been waiting for you for the longest time.

it’s probably not the best idea to be doing what he’s doing right now but he can’t help it.

you’ve been away from home for too long and instead of spam calling and texting until you finally respond, jabber decided to search for you himself.

now he’s in his car parked outside your location.

he probably looks like a creep but jabber doesn’t care. this is all to make sure you’re safe. at least that’s what jabber tells himself.

he’s jittery and restless right now. ideas of what you could be doing in this house, whoever it belongs to, make him go crazy. so much adrenaline is pumping through his veins that jabber resorted to biting his lip to suppress it. clearly that hasn’t worked though and he’s already bitten through skin.

jabber just can’t wait for you to step outside but the wait might finally be over once the front door opens and you step out.

there you are in all your glory.

jabber practically leaps out of the car as soon as he sees you.

you don’t expect to see someone running at you and are about to book it until you recognize the dreads flying in the air.

“-jabber?! what are you doing here??” you have to say in a whisper-yell as you get tackled.

“you surprised to see me?!”

“yeah- really surprised actually-”

you’re shut up with a kiss to the lips that you have to unfortunately pull away from.

“what- why’d you pull away?!”

“ba- jab, can we not do this in her driveway..? it feels disrespectful..”

“huh?!”

you choose to stay silent and not further your embarrassment as you move jabber back into the car.

“what was that about?!”

“i didn’t wanna get too physical in front of my friend’s house..”

“nah, i’m asking, what did you almost call me back there?”

“what?”

“started with a b.”

“…”

“yo, you’re hella red!”

“just start driving..”

jabber doesn’t let off on the teasing despite your request. he’s all in your face pulling at your cheeks and making them redden. you have to physically pry him off by gripping his wrists.

even then, it only excites jabber more.

“you getting pissed off with me?”

“i’m trying not to be jab.. just drive..”

“fine. you’re coming with me anyway.”

. . .

you really should beat jabber up for harassing you that whole car ride.

your face is still extremely hot by the time you guys get to his house and that’s because the whole ride, jabber had his hand on your thigh, playfully squeezing at it just for you to swat at him.

that shouldn’t bother you so much but you’re already overstimulated especially with your almost major slip up earlier.

and jabber doesn’t do anything to help it.

he has you tackling him on his carpet floor trying to make sure he doesn’t completely pin you.

“soo, you gonna tell me what you were about to say back there?”

“oh my god, drop it.”

“can’t do that.”

“why notttt..”

“it piqued my interest.”

“it’s not even anything interestinggg!!..”

“it’s not?”

“no… it shouldn’t be..”

“then i’m not bothering with that anymore.”

with that, jabber detaches himself from you. his expression has completely changed from one that’s joyful to one that’s bored and disappointed.

seeing a change like that from him gives you a terrible gut feeling, like you just chose the wrong dialogue option in a video game.

“wha- where are you going?!”

“if what you’re hiding isn’t interesting, i don’t care to know it.”

“- that doesn’t mean you should just leave!?”

there’s panic evident in your voice as you clutch onto jabber’s waist to prevent him from leaving.

he doesn’t have even the slightest interest in you anymore. it kinda scares you more than you’d like to admit.

“okay-okay-fine!! i was trying not to slip up and call you babe because we never made it official! i didn’t think me not saying anything would make you wanna leave though!!”

“mann.. what are you talking about?? we’ve been dating.”

“no we haven’t, jabber??!”

“whatchu means “no we haven’t”?? we’ve done stuff together, haven’t we??”

“well.. yeah, but-”

“there is no buts, you think i’m doing what we do with anybody else?!”

“…”

“you better not be doing the shit we do with anybody else.”

“no, no.. never..” you say in an almost trance.

there’s no fear in your bones when jabber says that only.. adoration. pure admiration and nothing else. you forgot that you’re into this kind of thing.. into jabber when he gets possessive..

you’re blushing like crazy. it may not be the most evident but your body feels like it’s on fire. you need a release for it.

“-AAH! you just-”

you couldn’t help but sink your teeth into jabber. the first piece of him that your mouth could reach. your lips nestle around his skin, sucking on it. your teeth are digging into jabber and drawing blood from how rough you’re being.

you’re gripping jabber’s waist with more strength than needed. he wriggles under you but he’s not complaining.

you pull away with blood drawing at your lips and teeth to meet him with a starry-eyed look in your eyes.

“your eyes are fucking sparkling. is that really all it took for you to finally go hard on me? man, i knew you were a freak.”

jabber has to wipe drool from his mouth because he’s so excited. too long. it took way too long for you to do that.

“i’m sorry, i just- i need you. bad.”

you interlock lips with jabber. the blood you got from him seeps into his mouth but jabber doesn’t mind the taste. not when even more blood is drawn by you two biting each other.

“nah, nah, don’t apologize.”

jabber wonger x female! poc! reader

you didn’t know cthoni was on call and her friends didn’t know she had a younger sister. one friend of your older sister in particular takes an immediate interest in you and even though it may be wrong to date a friend of your sibling, neither you nor jabber care.

modern au, cthoni is a protective older sister, jabber is a freak (duh), reader is 18, completely consensual, freak4freak, drug usage mentioned, suggestive content, not completely proofread, possibly ooc

word count: 2863

you weren’t aware that cthoni was on the phone with friends. you left your room only for a snack and passed by her room where you heard noises similar to voices.

when you opened the door, the room was pitch black with the only source of light being cthoni’s bright computer screen.

cthoni turned around when you entered and from where you stood, you could tell there were at least a few people in the call so you decided not to bother.

you closed her door and went about getting yourself a snack.

you left and came back a minute or two later still hearing voices emitting from her room but this time a loud voice that you could distinctly hear asking, or really, begging cthoni to tell them who that was in her background.

your older sister sounds really reluctant to. you hear her say no to every plead the voice makes.

it makes you laugh a little as you return back to your room munching on your snack.

cthoni never brings last night up to you and you never question it.

— the next time you hear anything about her friends is when they all come over to the house, unbeknownst to you.

it’s early, well not really.. it’s 1 pm but you’re still in bed trying to sleep off a crazy headache.

you’re burning hot for no reason and you refuse to have your covers over you.

you knew you shouldn’t have taken what you took last night…

you hear voices from outside your room. they aren’t close to your door but they’re definitely coming from inside the house. cthoni has visitors and she didn’t tell you..

you ignore it. they won’t be coming in here anyways. you close your eyes attempting to go back to sleep.

“hey, cthoni, is anybody else home right now?”

“no.”

“damn, bummer.”

. . .

a moment and a good while of minutes pass. then there’s the sound of footsteps approaching your room.

they belong to someone clearly trying (but failing a little) to be quiet. the sound of carpet being stepped on gives them way and then so does the sound of a door creaking.

you’re not conscious though. you’re napping soundly on your bed but the person gets close to your bed anyway after noticing.

“dang, you’re asleep right now?” the person says as they crouch to your level.

you stir awake at their voice. you’re met with a person with thick locks and wide eyes extremely close to your face causing you to flinch.

“ohh, you’re awake.”

“are you one of my sister’s friends!??” you ask feeling a little startled.

“cthoni ain’t ever mention me? damn. she must really not want us meeting you.”

“did you sneak into my room just to see me?”

“you can’t blame me for being curious.”

“no, i guess not.” you say, eyeing the man up and down. he’s cute from what you can see even if he’s lowkey invading your personal space.

“name’s jabber, now what are you doing still in bed? you should come out and join us.”

“jabber, don’t tell cthoni but i’m sleeping off a headache right now. took some heavy weed last night and it’s fucking me up.”

“oh~? you one of those people~?”

“mhm.” you nod.

“damn i like you. you don’t seem afraid to try stuff.”

“hey, i have my limits but some weed doesn’t hurt anybody.”

jabber giggles a little at your comment. he already likes you more than your sister, you’re pretty cool. plus you’re easy on the eyes.

“you should dip before cthoni comes and kills you for coming to my room while i’m asleep. she’s protective as hell.”

“pssht- i ain’t scared of her! but i’ll go.”

jabber stands back up straight. he’s about to leave before he remembers to do something really quickly.

he rummages around your room quickly to find anything to write with. luckily he finds a single sharpie just laying around.

“you didn’t give me your name.”

“[name].”

jabber pulls your wrist out and snaps the marker open. it tickles you as he writes down something you can’t distinguish from this angle. he finishes and you look to realize that he just gave you his number.

“you seem like a good time.” jabber says almost seductively before he finally leaves your room.

.. you don’t know if that was flirting or what but if it was, you’re kinda flattered. you acknowledge how slick jabber was with giving you his number and you also acknowledge that he’s rather friendly for someone friends with your older sister.

you kinda like that guy…

— trust that you took jabber’s number and put it down in your phone.

you don’t mean to sneak around your sister but you think she’d probably be mad if she knew one of her friends approached you.

that’s why you haven’t mentioned anything about jabber to her, just in case. but at the same time, you think that there’s a good chance she already knows when you’re out so late like this.

you’re sitting in the backseat of jabber’s car with him. the heat is on to give you some warmth during the cold night but you still find yourself cuddled up to the dreaded man.

not that he minds. he’s yapping away about the crazy shit he gets into with his friends, your sister, and some people he knows.

you’re listening but also not really. you’re watching jabber intently and trying to pay attention to everything but everything he’s saying is going in one ear and out the other.

you’re fascinated by his face, so much so that you’re starting to imagine it in places. right in front of you, under you, in between… your legs…

“yo, what are you thinking about?” jabber yells, snapping you out of your trance.

you didn’t realize it but imagining that stuff got you physically reacting to it and you unconsciously started squeezing jabber with your hand that’s already wrapped around him.

“-shit- you didn’t feel that.”

“nah, nah- i felt that. what’re you thinkin about??”

your cheeks and body start to burn now that you’re embarrassed. jabber thinks it’s kinda cute.

you wouldn’t be squeezing him so hard (and so good) if you weren’t thinking something weird.

jabber leans in closer to you and traps you under his body weight. his face is just inches away from yours. it’s intimidating and harder for you to keep a straight face.

he’s giving you no choice but to be honest here.

you consider lying but as cthoni’s told you before, you’re terrible at that..

“you had to be thinkin’ something real nasty if you don’t wanna say it!”

“i was not!”

“then why not say it? there’s no shame here.”

the way you tense up doesn’t go unnoticed by jabber.

“ohh~ you were thinkin something freaky~”

“…” you squeeze the hand that still resides on jabber’s side harder.

he smiles wide. excited, not just by what you’re thinking but your actions as well.

“you just diggin’ your nails in me? you could’ve just asked. i would let you do that all night! you could even scratch the shit out of me! i don’t mind~”

“..- you want me to do that??”

“i’m letting you right now, aren’t i? i don’t mind the pain one bit~”

… that got you wet.. damn. you think to yourself.. you didn’t think something as unhinged as that being said to you would be so attractive..

“honestly.. i was kinda thinking of doing that.”

“oh i knew you were a freak!”

jabber grins wide, full teeth, wrinkled face. he’s hella excited from your proposal that he doesn’t contain it. he practically tackles you to the seat making your body fly as you hold onto him firmly.

“i’ve been waiting a long time for that! you don’t even know!”

“how long? since you met me?”

“no joke!”

jabber kisses your lips with a roughness. he bites your lip hard, breaking skin and making you bleed.

you flinch from the pain but feel too engulfed in the kiss to pull away. you let your hands roam around jabber’s back. when he pulls you in more, you pull at the first thing you reach which ends up being his hair.

jabber groans into your mouth and giggles hard. you’re receptive to what he likes and act to inflict more on him.

jabber moves too. while your lips press against each other, he snakes a hand up and pulls your locks of hair too. it gives him an advantage to kiss you deeper, tongue shoving into you.

you release a small moan and that only encourages jabber to do more. his fingers rake your back, creating a burning friction against your skin.

the pain hurts in a way that feels foreign to you. by accident, you bite down on jabber’s tongue with full force.

he yells and pulls back, shocked by your action. he has to palm his mouth to clean the droplet of blood that spills out.

“you just bit me-!”

“fuck- i’m so-”

“i didn’t know that was on the table! hey, do that again!”

“oh-”

jabber doesn’t give you another minute to think before he clamps onto some of your exposed skin.

“aah-!”

“let those screams out!”

…

you did not get out of that unscathed or unmarked..

you stand by your doorstep waving goodbye to jabber from his driver seat.

you fumble with your keys and unlock the door, giving one last wave before you step inside.

you step inside and close the door behind you but are immediately met with cthoni sitting on the living room couch staring dead at you with her wide eyes and crossed legs and folded arms.

you step right back out.

“…”

you turn to jabber who’s still parked in your driveway. you signal to him to leave already.

you assume he knows what you’re trying to say by the look he gives you.

he listens to you and you take a large breath before you reenter when he finally drives off and out of sight. you knew you were gonna have to face cthoni’s interrogation when you got back..

“heyyyyy, sis..”

“where have you been?”

“out…?”

“where?”

“uh.. in a parking lot..”

“with who?”

“no one…” you hope to god that cthoni doesn’t see any of the bite marks littered all over your body.

“no one?”

“no one.”

“you’re a terrible liar.”

“… i know..”

“tell me who it was.”

“i can’t dooo thattt…”

“why not?”

“yk, protecting my peace.. and theirs.. more so protecting them…”

cthoni hums. not in approval but in content, for now. she can’t force you to say anything since you are technically an adult but she still doesn’t like that you’re sneaking around. she will find out who you’re out with. and it better not be who she thinks it is..

— you texted jabber later that night.

you know, it feels kinda wrong for you to be messing around with a friend of your sister’s but you wonder if that’s just you being extra sensitive.

you mean.. he’s your age.. and he’s really cute.. and cthoni’s 27… you wonder why he’s even in her friend group but either way.. it’s not like she’d like him.. so is it really wrong?

you don’t care.

the next time you guys hang out, you don’t give the predicament a second thought.

this time though, you didn’t exactly plan this.

it’s late at night and you’re still wide awake scrolling on your phone.

suddenly, you hear a quiet knock at your window. then another one. you look up past your phone and to your curtains. there’s even a silhouette fading through your blackout curtains so you know you’re not going crazy.

you don’t wanna check. you have half the mind to go run and get cthoni or take matters into your own hands if this is some stalker or peeping tom, but you get a text from jabber.

“open up” is what you read. oh, so that’s jabber at your window.

you get to your window and push back the curtains to reveal standing pressed against it.

“bruh, about time.” jabber ushers you out the way so he can crawl in.

“jabber- why are you here right now?? it’s so late.”

“what? i can’t come see you now? i got bored.”

“not what i’m saying but you could’ve at least warned me. i thought you were some weirdo.”

“nah, it’s not fun that way.”

“you aren’t worried about cthoni seeing you?”

“i told you this, i’m not scared of her.”

“she would’ve killed you if she thought you were somebody trying to break in. or she would’ve done it just because it’s you.”

“don’t worry about itt, i can take her.” jabber says as he pinches your cheeks together. “now paint these for me.”

from his pocket, jabber tosses a bottle of nail polish at you and shows you his nails.

the coat of paint on there currently is chipping and some nails don’t even have a coat anymore.

“you just want me to paint your nails? i can do that.”

you fold your legs to sit crisscrossed and take jabber’s hands.

he watches you with intent eyes as you put the bottle somewhere to keep it from falling and begin to paint.

jabber likes how focused you are. it’s cute. he’s feeling hella calm right now but somehow, you’re slightly turning him on. don’t know why.

maybe it’s the little sleepwear you have on that’s giving him a good look at everything or just the fact that you still haven’t shown genuine annoyance at him or his actions so far into whatever you guys have going on that he’s appreciative for.

he doesn’t know. he cares more about what you’re doing right now and you’re finally finishing up.

“let this one dry. gimme your other hand.”

jabber obliges with a smile on his face. he’s doesn’t know where to hold his hand though so he pushes it against your forehead.

“… what are you doing?”

“you’re hardheaded as shit by the way.” jabber laughs.

“HARDHEADED-??- how am i hardheaded?!”

“i mean physically, girl.” jabber says as he knocks on your forehead.

you knock on his head in retaliation, doing it a little harder than he did.

“what? that make you mad?”

you huff in irritation. you stop doing his nails just because he insulted you out of nowhere.

“aw come on, don’t be like that.”

jabber grabs you by the waist and pulls you closer, smushing your foreheads together. your faces are close enough now that the tips of yours noses touch.

“you sensitive or something?”

“no, i’m just not tolerating it.”

“i didn’t mean it as bad, girl!” jabber laughs at your expense.

“you keep laughing and i’ll show you just how hard my head is.”

“oh? is that a threat?”

“no, i’m promising it.”

“yeah? prove it.”

you give jabber a nasty glare before you give him the meanest headbutt in the nose.

he falls back, having to hover his hands underneath his nose to catch any blood that threatens to fall down. jabber can feel it pooling up too. it only takes seconds before a stream of blood comes running down.

jabber doesn’t even say anything upon seeing the irritated yet satisfied look on your face. he only gives you that wide grin before he jumps on you and tackles you to the mattress.

“you wanna play like that?!”

“hey, you started it.”

jabber invades your personal space once more. his lips aim toward yours but you, not wanting to get blood in your mouth, tried to avoid it.

jabber grips your chin and gets you still to kiss you. you get a taste of the blood running down his mouth and it starts to get on you.

you wanna fight but you eventually give it up.

your hands find their way under jabber’s hoodie after a few seconds of you two not giving the time to breathe.

you can feel the slimness of his waist and his toned abs when you rub him.

“can you look at what you did..”

jabber says in a breathy, laughing tone. he pulls away and directs your attention to the growing tent in his pants.

“you broke my nose and now you got me erect, man.. that’s not even what i came here for..”

“so what, jab? are you asking me to do something about it..?”

“yeah.. it’s only fair, ain’t it?”

“hmm.. i guess i should. to be fair.”

you let jabber kiss you once more. you’ve accepted the taste of blood that merges within your tongues. you even draw your own when jabber nips at your bottom lip.

you feel him lower his hands down to your waist and grab it making you arch off instinct.

but then your bedroom door slams open.

you both pause abruptly to see cthoni standing in the doorway. seems she finally caught you two..

“oohh, cthoni~ you finally caught us.”

you look at jabber, fearing for your life but more importantly, his.

“get off my sister.”

“no can do, man.”

“jabber.”

“what? you mad? you gon’ beat me up?”