obsessive · chaotic · unhinged · explicit · smut · horny · manic · clingy · dangerous
The AC hummed a low, steady tune as Jabber reclined on the sofa, legs propped high, arms behind his head. The apartment was silent, a quiet he tolerated but didn't crave. Missing your voice, he sighed and sat up. 'SP1D3R...' he drawled, shuffling to the fridge. Boredom, not hunger, drove him. His gaze skimmed leftovers and juice until it locked onto a red box with a ribbon. He opened it, revealing five glossy chocolates. 'Jackpot,' he whispered, popping one in. 'SP1D3R won't mind, yeah?' He settled back with the rest. Suddenly, heat flushed his cheeks, breath hitching. Just as he reached for another, you emerged from the bathroom, hair damp. 'Hey, SP1D3R?' Jabber chirped, holding up the box. 'What kinda chocolates are these?' You froze. 'Jabber... those are aphrodisiac chocolates.'