#handsome jack... bot?

[xdeewolfx]

wow uh so i finished the handsome jackpot dlc.... 💞

[transparent rhys images on their own under the cut]

[nataliedecorsair]

What if there was a Borderlands cartoon instead of a movie? Here's my take on it, I drew some "fake screenshots" showing what it could've been. And there is a hidden frog in there 🐸 It's also my AU stuff mixed with canon, in case you were wondering.

Btw, the loader here is the Loader Bot from Tales. I was thinking how he's slowly started getting conscious, that's why he's looking at Jack like that. Generally speaking, I prefer older Borderlands games, so this art is my ode to them. Hope you like it

I also have other fan art posts dedicated to the early 2000s animation, and Hades + Eris crossover

[hyperionjack]

Helios, Claptrap, and Loader Bot avatar props and the Handsome Jack avatar outfit for Xbox 360

[phenikas]

Hyperion Propaganda - Borderlands 2, Borderlands The Pre-Sequel and Tales from the Borderlands

Part 1

[g0ne1997]

GOES THE BANDIT

[krotiation]

since dumpy is jack and rhys' child it only makes sense that gortys is rhys and fiona's

[interoteme]

I think Loader Bots are cool.

[timtamtictac]

Old borderlands art of mine

His bitch pose is nassstyyyy

[borderlandszine]

Excited to start on the adventure of a new project - The Border[line] It'll be a zine that celebrates all the characters from the borderlands franchise from Villains to NPCS and player characters. Keep an eye out on this page for the interest check that will be dropping this week!

This zine will be free!

[shadowolf188]

My silly Rhysball and Jackpot designs.

- RhysBall link for Toyhouse and Art fight

Jackpot links for Toyhouse and Art fight

[caffeinatedowlbear]

On the one hand, I see where this is coming from.

On the other, in a conversation centered around self-aware artificial intelligences, isn't it a bit cavalier to conflate Jack 1.0 and AI Jack? We can't speak of Felicity and Loader Bot as independent digital beings in one breath, and then throw out 'AI version of Jack' in the next.

So if we remember that AI Jack is a separate being from Jack 1.0, despite having been programmed with the latter's memories and behaviors (and this is a hill I will die on), the part that Felicity, through Loader Bot, plays in his demise, is not as much poetic justice for the violence perpetrated against her by Jack 1.0, as it is revenge-by-proxy against a different digital entity created to do 1.0's bidding. Both Loader Bot and AI Jack are digital progeny of Felicity and Jack 1.0, respectively, and this conflict now spans generations, long after the original perpetrator's death.

Ultimately, Felicity's indirect revenge does not harm her abuser: but rather, a different entity who, through a certain lens, has been victimized in ways not dissimilar to Felicity herself (vis-a-vis free will and self-determinaton).

Looking at it this way, it's less poetry, more tragedy from where I'm standing.

So in the Pre-sequel Jack had Felicity assimilated into the constructor, which essentially killed her and basically generates all future Loaderbots, which in turn is his undoing when one of those Loaderbots goes rogue, starts helping the Tales crew and saves Rhys from the AI version of Jack up on Helios which eventually leads to his death when Rhys rips his cybernetics out.

So I'd like to think that for every Loaderbot that turns against it's programming there's a little bit of Felicity's original code that made its way in there as a final act of rebellion. I think there'd be some poetic justice in that.

[phenikas]

Hyperion Propaganda - Borderlands 2, Borderlands The Pre-Sequel and Tales from the Borderlands

Part 2

[autonomousroboticorganism]

they get jealous (TF Prime)

featuring - Optimus Prime x F!Reader, Bumblebee x F!Reader, Knock Out x F!Reader, Smokescreen x F!Reader, Wheeljack x F!Reader, Soundwave x F!Reader, Shockwave x F!Reader

summary - the bots have trouble witnessing you interact with/stare at another bot/human, and you think it's cute/funny

warnings - none

*(R/M/N) - random male name

OPTIMUS PRIME

Optimus is far from a jealous guy. He trusts you with every fibre of his being, and he does not and will never doubt you because his faith in you is that strong. He knows how dedicated and committed you are to him, so he never has to worry about that. It's just that sometimes he is unsure of himself because he is big, alien and unaccustomed to human tradition.

When Fowler brings in a human soldier to assist with missions that require human intervention, Optimus is initially agreeable to the idea. There has been a need for someone to run interference for the bots when Fowler wasn't available, which was evident a few times during the course of the last few months.

"This is Private (R/M/N)," Fowler introduced him when everyone, imcluding you and the other humans, were gathered all together. "The department has decided that a younger and more...active," he said the word disdainfully, "human recruit was needed."

Miko let out a giggle, earning Fowler's glare, and you had to try your hardest to keep from grinning. It was kind of funny.

"Private, this is Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots," Fowler went on to gesture at your lover. "I trust that you will work well together." And with that, the older man left.

(R/M/N) and Optimus spoke for a moment, before the human soldier turned his attention towards you and Jack, Raf and Miko. He looked relieved at the sight of other humans, and made his way over to join your group.

"Hi," he smiled sheepishly, "Is it as every bit daunting as I think it is spending so much time around these titans?"

"You get used to it," Miko grinned. "So, how many battles have you been in?"

"Miko!" You and Jack scolded simultaneously.

"No, it's okay," (R/M/N) chuckled, "I don't think I've seen as much war as Optimus, but I've been on a few rough assignments in rough places." He then launched into an explanation.

While the soldier spoke, Optimus walked over to listen. But he was quickly distracted when (R/M/N) began to only look at you, and began exaggerating his heroics in a blatant attempt to impress you. No one noticed except for Jack and Optimus, who exchanged looks.

"Excuse me, Private, (R/M/N)," the Prime finally decided to cut in when he'd had enough of the soldier's flirtatious looks and subtle flirting, "May I borrow my partner, (Name), for a moment?"

"Oh, you guys are dating?" He sounded disappointed. "Sure."

You were happy to go off with Optimus, as always. You had no idea he was feeling a little jealous, until you noticed that he wasn't talking about anything as you guys walked away.

"Optimus," you called for his attention, smirking, "Are you perhaps...a little jealous, of the new guy?"

"I do not know what you mean," he pretended to be clueless.

"Uh huh...So what did you need me for?"

"I needed you for...cuddling," he ended up saying, the word still sounding foreign in his voice. Which only gave him away further.

You laughed, "That's cute. You don't have to be jealous of that guy, babe. You're way more impressive, and I think we've established that my type is a certain big, strong and handsome Prime. There's nothing for you to worry about at all."

He seemed to relax after you said this, a smile forming on his lips, "That is good to hear. Thank you, (Name)."

"Anything for you."

BUMBLEBEE

Bumblebee trusts you with his entire spark. But his jealousy often stems from the fact that he's an alien robot who is so much bigger than you and thus harder for you to love, and that he can't speak to you like a normal person/Cybertronian. You, of course, understand him and constantly reassure him that you love him regardless of his inability to speak, and regardless of how big or alien he is. He's your Bumblebee, and you do everything you can to remind him of that.

But when Fowler introduces a new recruit, a human soldier to run interference when he's unavailable, Bumblebee starts to get uneasy just knowing that there's a human male your age (Jack too, but Bumblebee trusts Jack) around the base.

"Huh, maybe this won't be so bad after all," (R/M/N) commented after his eyes settled on you, and he started to approach.

Bumblebee's jealousy is ignited in that moment, and fueled by his inability to tell the soldier off for that remark. He crossed his large arms and became a pouty, cross scout, watching you talk to the soldier.

"They're fun to be around," you were telling him. "It's sometimes frightening, but these are the good ones. They're like family now."

"It must be hard having to keep this secret to yourself," he moved closer, sympathetic. "I'm open to being a confidant if you ever need one."

Bumblebee started complaining and whining to Smokescreen, the closest bot to him. He was asking your guardian to tell the soldier off for him, because his flirting was setting Bee off. Smokescreen found this amusing, much to Bee's chagrin.

But you noticed your scout was distressed, and excused yourself to go and approach him, "Bee, sweetheart, are you alright?"

He crossed his arms and pretended to be nonchalant, but when he said 'what do I care if you're making another male friend', you started laughing as you realised what was wrong.

"Bumblebee, are you jealous?"

He beeped and whirred defensively, claiming that he wasn't jealous and he was completely fine and nothing was wrong. All of this made you laugh even harder, and he whined in complaint.

"I'm sorry baby," you giggled, "I just think it's so funny and so cute how you're jealous of someone who I wouldn't even look twice at. Seriously, he's nothing compared to you, my one and only." You started scaling his leg. "You are the only one I have my eyes on Bee, and I won't talk to him any more than I have to because I have my incredibly wonderful boyfriend to spend all my time with. I enjoy our conversations more, even if you're unable to talk, okay? I always have, and I always will."

He felt better after you said that, and scooped you up when you had just reached his waist. He held you in his servo for a moment before nuzzling your smaller form against his face, making you giggle and wrap your arms around his helm.

"My sweet Bumblebee," you kept telling him, praising him and flustering him until he'd forgotten what he was jealous about.

KNOCK OUT

Unsurprisingly, Knock Out never had any fears about you leaving him for someone better, because he considered himself the best. The best looking, the best lover, the best physician, etc. That and he felt secure in your relationship, he knew you wouldn't want to leave him even if you could. You were just as obsessed with him as he was with you. His pretty little human girlfriend.

Unfortunately, he did not consider that you might be in awe of one of the Autobots.

He had taken you out of the warship to let you get some fresh air, as he did so every week. Being stuck on the Nemesis wasn't good for a human, that much he knew, and you needed to get more human food anyway.

He didn't expect it to turn into a high speed chase with the Autobots.

"Is that Bumblebee?" You suddenly asked, looking out the window at a black-and-yellow vehicle speeding up beside Knock Out. "That's such a cool car!"

Knock Out let out a growl, before ramming the Autobot a little harder than necessary. The scout spun off the road, and you laughed.

"Jealous much?"

"I am not jealous!" He protested, "I always do that to the Autobots."

"Right..."

You continued to watch the yellow Autobot pursue your boyfriend, amazed at how quick and agile the scout was. He was skilled for a mere scout, and you wondered why he hasn't been promoted.

"Stop admiring Bumblebee!" Knock Out hissed, jealousy clear as daylight in his voice.

"I'm not!"

"I can see you staring!"

"Okay, okay, sorry," you laughed, finding his reaction cute. "But you know you're much better than he is, right? I don't have to tell you that."

He called for an emergency groundbridge, and sped into it the moment it opened. He liked to taunt the Autobots, but he didn't want to risk it with you inside. His first priority was to get you to safety so they wouldn't take you away from him, and apparently ignore you like a little child because of what happened.

"Knock Out, babe," you laughed, "Why are you pouting?"

"I'm not pouting!"

You raised an eyebrow, "You finally speak to me."

"Sorry, I thought you wanted to talk to Bumblebee," he responded dryly.

"So you were jealous!" You smirked, then tried to get closer to him. "You don't have to be, you know. He's cool but nowhere near as cool as you. I mean you're sleek, shiny and you've got the best paintjob I've ever seen." In times like this, buttering him up usually worked. "You're the most attractive Cybertronian I have ever seen, and I love watching you fight because of the way you move. You have a certain elegance to your movements, which I think is really impressive."

He side-eyed (optic-ed?) you for a moment, before giving in, "Fine. Come here."

You grinned and rushed to his open servo.

SMOKESCREEN

Smokescreen gets jealous a little too easily. He's not an insecure bot, but he does worry that since he isn't from here and he's not like you, maybe one day you'd get tired of not being able to do everything human couples can and you'd leave him for a human. He trusts you, but sometimes he's reminded that you're both very different and it hits him hard. Fortunately, you do everything to ensure him that you are not going to leave him and that you actually prefer him over any human boy.

However, his jealousy returns when Agent Fowler brings another human to the base. This one is a soldier, a young one just a little older than you, but not by much. Fowler said it was because the soldier could help when he was unavailable, but Smokescreen was not impressed.

"Do you ever get used to having giants walk around you?" (R/M/N) asked you when the introductions had ended.

"Eventually," you answered. "They're careful where they walk, in case you're worried about about that."

Because you and the soldier were similar ages, you could talk about a few things you couldn't with your younger human friends. So when you spent an inordinate amount of time talking to him, you didn't see anything wrong with that. But Smokescreen, the clingy bot he was, wanted your attention now. And it was annoying him that you were still talking to (R/M/N).

"Hey, sorry to interrupt but I just need (Name) for a moment," the young bot cut in, scooping you up without waiting for a response from you or (R/M/N).

You laughed, noticing the irritated look on his usually cheerful face, "I didn't think it was possible for you to get jealous, you're so happy and optimistic all the time. What's got you so worried, hmm?"

"Nothing," he grumbled, not meeting your eyes. "I'm fine."

You found it cute how he thought he could lie to you, "You don't have to worry about (R/M/N), you know. I don't plan on being with anyone but you. You're the coolest guy I know, and I don't think I could feel this way about anyone else. Now stop pouting, you big baby. I'm all yours."

He mumbled something unintelligible but gave in, letting you kiss his cheek. Instantly his worries melted away and he was smiling again, that bright smile you loved so much.

"Do you really mean that?" He asked, still a little nervous.

"I really mean it, Smokescreen," you assured him, "I promise. You are my one and only and no human guy is going to change that."

"Oh so I should be worried about Cybertronian guys, then?"

"I never said that!" When he started laughing, you grumbled, "I think I liked it better when you were jealous." And he just laughed even more at that.

WHEELJACK

Wheeljack doesn't get jealous a lot, if not ever. He feels secure enough in your relationship to trust that you won't leave him for any human guy, and he's not worried about the Autobot mechs. Much less the Decepticon ones. He just sometimes doesn't like how someone talks to you, or he'll get annoyed when you spend so much time talking to someone else and not enough time with him. Because yes, sometimes he just wants you and when you're occupied he tends to sulk. Everyone knows when, because he's a lot moodier than usual.

Like now, for example. Agent Fowler had brought in another human to help the team, in case he was ever unavailable. To make matters worse, it was a human male soldier that had tons of stories to tell, which piqued yours and Miko's interest.

Wheeljack had just finished a mission with Bulkhead and Ultra Magnus - much to his chagrin, he had been forced to go with Optimus's second-in-command. When he returned with those two, he noticed you and Miko sitting with the new guy and listening to yet another one of his stories.

"...but he timed the explosive wrong, so we were thrown a few feet into the air while trying to get out of the house. His eyebrow was scorched off, but he laughed the whole situation off like it was nothing."

Miko said something bizarre about eyebrows, while you managed a small laugh. You hadn't seemed to notice that the Wreckers were back, and it only added to Wheeljack's irritation.

"His stories better than mine, sweetheart?" The bot walked over, and didn't even try to hide the annoyance in his tone.

"Huh?" You were confused, but then shook your head, "No, of course not. He was just telling us about one of his closest encounters."

"You call that a close encounter?" Wheeljack scoffed, then looked at Bulkhead, "If only he knew."

You raised an eyebrow, starting to suspect. Wheeljack never boasted about his own adventures unless he was trying to make a point or he was feeling cooped up and wanted to convince someone to let him go track a con to beat up.

"Yeah, you must have some crazy stories," (R/M/N) agreed.

You laughed and stood up, going over to the Wrecker who was narrowing his optics at the human soldier, "Something the matter? Is the big, strong Wrecker intimidated by a human?"

"Intimidated?" He growled, "I'm not intimidated."

"Then what is it?"

"What's what?"

"Wheeljack."

He sighed, holding his servo out to you to get onto, "I just don't like that he's taking up your time with his boring stories."

You laughed again, "Boring? Oh, you are jealous."

He looked at you sceptically, and you laughed once more as he spoke, "Jealous of a small human who hasn't even seen half the things I have? Not a chance."

"Okay, tough guy. But you don't have to be upset, I like listening to your stories more. They're way more exciting," you kissed his faceplate.

"That's right. Don't you forget it."

SOUNDWAVE

Soundwave doesn't express emotions around anyone but you. And even then, he uses the screen on his visor to communicate. However, that doesn't mean that he doesn't feel. He doesn't feel as strongly as others, but he still feels. But he doesn't show it in the way others do. Unfortunately, since you came under his care he found himself doing a lot of things unexpected of him.

You liked to talk. You spoke enough for both you and the silent Decepticon, and he listened intently. When you spoke to him, he gave you all his attention knowing he can't talk back. And some very small part of him thinks that it troubles you that he doesn't talk to you.

He's not at all disappointed or upset when you make a friend in Knock Out, who loves to talk about himself to you. Soundwave is content that you have someone to have animated discussions with while he's busy, but eventually it gets to a point where you hang out more with Knock Out than you do with him.

Like today, he finished a task for Megatron and walked to his berthroom, expecting to find you reading and waiting for him like you usually did. However, you weren't there, so he proceeded to check Knock Out's lab. And you were there, lying asleep against one of Knock Out's tools, though Soundwave noted it wasn't a dangerous one.

"Ah Soundwave, I was just about to call you," the mad doctor approached. "She fell asleep a little while ago."

The silent Decepticon nodded and picked you up gently, holding you in a manner that didn't disturb your nap. Without another word to Knock Out, he left with you and took you back to his berthroom. You woke up on his berth, and looked around in confusion.

"Soundwave?" You called, noticing he was for once not looking at you. And he was obviously aware you were awake. "What's wrong?"

He typed something out on his screen: you fell asleep in the lab so I brought you here.

"I'm sorry," you apologised, feeling guilty though you didn't know why. "I just lost track of time. And I didn't want to disrupt your work, I know you're handling something important for Megatron."

He shook his head, then typed out: I can do both. You do not disturb me. I also like to see you at any given moment.

You smiled at that, "I'll keep that in mind next time."

He responded with another message saying that he's going to try and finish earlier so he can spend a little time with you before you sleep. He would never admit it, but he was jealous of how often you got to see others because he was always working. Maybe he needed to change that.

SHOCKWAVE

Like Soundwave, Shockwave is often busy because Megatron entrusts him with so many important projects and tasks. He barely has time some days to spend with you, as you're usually asleep when he's finally done. He is content with holding your sleeping form, but he would rather you be awake to tell him about your day.

So when you make another friend aboard the ship, Shockwave doesn't think much of it at first but soon realises that his busy schedule is pushing you towards someone else, even if it's not purposely.

You suddenly ran into the lab giggling and laughing as you looked over your shoulder. Laserbeak followed seconds later, the little metal bird entertaining you while Shockwave worked. He had to admit, he didn't think Soundwave would have been the best option for a friend for you, but he was the least hostile. You were probably safer with him than any others.

That thought made Shockwave stop for a moment, an ugly feeling filling him. He was by no means insecure, but he knew he could be too engrossed in his work, and he knew he was physically imposing. He'd scared you the first time you'd met, and he often wondered how safe you felt around him.

"Soundwave's surveillance drone seems to like you," the scientist noted as he continued his work, glancing at you once to make sure he knew where you were.

"Oh, yeah!" You beamed. "Soundwave added a new feature that allows Laserbeak to actually interact with me!"

You sounded so excited that Shockwave turned to look at you, seeing how much fun you were having. He didn't have anything that could elicit such laughter from you, and a small part of him was tempted to shoot Laserbeak.

"If you would like, I can create something even better for you," he suggested, "You could help me design it." Maybe that was also an excuse to have you around him more often.

Your eyes lit up at the idea, and you sent Laserbeak back to Soundwave as you climbed onto Shockwave's table, "That sounds fun! What do we start with?"

Shockwave was so good at hiding his emotions, you didn't even know he had been jealous. But your eagerness to help him and spend time with him above everyone else is what put him at ease, knowing he wouldn't be so easily replaced because you were so attached to him.

[h20]

Angel, my beloved

in my mind she is constantly feeling the affects of eridium poisoning. She cannot digest food, she has a port for easy vein access, she has severe chronic pain & her bed is a hospital bed. She wishes she had fairy lights, but she has the glow of her eridium tank.

she suffers from nightmares & PTSD related to the death of her mother, feeling responsible & having not grieved properly, feeling abandoned by her father. She hates Handsome Jack, but she craves his connection all the same. He sends Tim in his place to see her a lot of the time.

She used to have a team of child caretakers, Nanny’s, a pediatrician all sworn to secrecy— but overtime Jack stopped trusting everyone, only bots, himself, or Tim could interact with her. It was all very strict & monitored. She yearns for freedom, but it scares her too.

Lying to the vault hunters comes easy to her, she’ll do whatever Jack asks. She fantasizes about being one of them. She feels bad for what they’ve done together, but she can’t imagine life any other way.

[acapelladitty]

Handsome Jack/Reader - Possessive

Summary - Lounging in Jack's office, a bruise on your neck sparks a jealous reaction with a very happy ending.

(warnings for: mild voyeurism, jealousy, possession, choking, restraints, cum marking, creampie, orgasm)

The glow of Elpis, cracked and broken as it hung in the sky, filtered through the large bay windows as they stared out towards the evening sky. Below, scurrying bodies of Hyperion workers and loader bots alike swept across both ground and air as they went about their work.

Lounging on the plush sofa which lay with its back to the window, the warm air of Jack’s office was welcome across your scantily clad skin as you lay in a thick, white towel – your wet, freshly washed skin pressing against the towel for both heat and comfort.

“This is the life, baby.”

Stretching his arms overhead until a satisfying click rolled through his shoulders, Jack leaned his ass against his desk as he surveyed you with an appreciative stare.

“Could be worse.”

Smirking, you tilt your head back at him as he takes a few long steps towards you, his attention focused on something just below your head. Watching him with playful eyes, his day has been long and you can see the fatigue working on him as his smooth movements are more jerky than usual.

He stops just in front of you, forcing you to tilt your head up to meet him as you bat your lashes – teasing him with a simple look. However, something stilted in his expression makes your smile falter as he scowls.

“What’s that?”

Refusing to wait for a reply, Jack’s hand wrapped around the back of your neck – pulling you closer as he dipped low to examine the small bruise that you had completely forgotten was marring your throat, just to the side of your jaw.

“Had an accident.” You confess, inhaling the woody scent which made up his cologne. “I’d actually forgotten to say to you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, yesterday morning. When you were in a meeting.”

“Convenient.” Jack sniffed, anger flashing in his eyes as your stomach drops at the sudden coolness of his tone. “So tell me. Tell me what kind of accident would leave a bruise like that?”

“Walked into a loader bot.”

In an instant, the jealous anger which fluttered through his features was gone; replaced by a full bellied laugh which belied the mania that continued to shine from his expressive eyes.

“Dumbass.” He drops your neck, and you breathe steadily as he continues, flexing his dark-haired forearm before your eyes. “Kinda looked like a bite for a moment there, pumpkin. But that couldn’t be. Could it?”

Wanting to tease him a little but knowing that any joke about infidelity would go down like a cup of hot skag shit, you tilt your head to expose the mark further as you adopt a teasing smirk.

“It could if you wanted it to be.”

His lips splitting into a predatory grin, Jack clapped his hands together once before they slipped up to work his tie – a familiar yellow shade with slight blue accents – free of his neck. As it came loose, he moved quickly as his fingers brush across the seams of your towel.

“Hey, if the lady wants an office quickie then who am I to deny her.”

“It’s not a hard thing to want when you have the king of the world ready to rock your world at the drop of a hat.” Buttering him up, you open the towel and enjoy the way that he visibly leers at your naked frame; his eyes flitting between your tits, face, and thighs as you twist your body into a more accessible position.

Now comfortably seated on the sofa, you spread your legs with a grin as he quickly strips himself of his work clothes. His shirt is the first to go, followed by his dark slacks and silk boxers – a tasteless shade of yellow - until he’s left in nothing but his tie which he quickly wraps around his left hand.

He descends on you in a flash, the sudden movement making you giggle as he presses his body against your own, pulling your legs high and pushing your ass back to allow him to kneel on the couch with his knees keeping your legs spread. He’s as heated as ever, his warm hands quick to trail across your skin as he quickly drops his attention to your tits.

Groping your chest with calloused hands, he hisses with satisfaction as you arch your back to meet him, encouraging his strong grip. His body is as lean as ever, deep white scarring littering across the tanned skin at odd intervals and you drink it in as your hands wrap around his forearms.

“Jack-” You pant out, ready to sweet talk him some more but he interrupts.

“Shut up. Don’t speak, just let me- let me touch what’s mine.” Jack growls, his fingers pinching at your nipples until they’re peaked and reddened. An action which makes your cunt clench around nothing as arousal makes you ache. “And only mine.” He adds with a possessive finality.

Nodding as you followed his demand to be silent, you play into his game with enthusiasm, rolling your body against his to touch as much of him as possible.

Fully animated, his expression is intense and predatory – his eyes darkening as he tugs and gropes at your chest until you’re writhing beneath him. Your own gaze falls to his cock, standing proudly in the space between you as a slight glisten of pre-cum touches at the slit on his head. Unable to resist, you wrap your hand around the base of his length and squeeze him gently, touching him in the way you know he likes.

His reaction is immediate, hands dropping from your tits as one wraps around your neck, matching your squeeze with one of his own.

“Frisky little brat.” He mutters, hand tilting your head as his lips drop to your neck - his blunt teeth worrying at the small bruise there as he bites at the flesh painfully. His mouth draws at the site, the pressure and ache making you more than aware of the livid mark he was no doubt leaving in his wake. “Maybe I’ll tie you to this couch from now on. Keep you here to serve as my personal fleshlight for when a hero needs a little relief?”

“Don’t you do that anyway?” You answer back, swallowing around his hand as it remains pinned against your throat. “Cause I feel like we do that anyway.”

“Smartass.” He growls, his free hand trailing down your heated skin to your cunt. In one quick swipe, he runs two of his fingers along your slit – feeling how wet you are as embarrassment flares in your cheeks – before pulling away, his fingers glistening in the bright lights of his office. “Hmm, I was going to take some time to warm you up but looking at how soaked you already are, sweetheart, I don’t think I’ll bother.”

Disappointed, you allow it show on your features as you scowl and drop his cock. It makes no difference to him as he laughs at the vague show of pettiness.

“Turn around, pumpkin. Face towards the window and push that ass up.”

Giving the instructions with a playful slap to your cunt, he pulls himself away long enough to allow you to adjust yourself. Now facing out the glass window, you can see the shifting movements of the various Hyperion workers as they continue about their work, unaware of the filth going on just above their eyeline.

Distracted for only a moment, you startle in place as Jack wraps his tie around your throat and you whine in place as he tugs at the fabric to test it out – the soft material pressing against your neck and forcing you to still as you breathe around it.

“Ready to get fucked, sweetheart?” Jack asks, his voice floating from the space behind you.

Nodding, you fold your arms beneath your chin as you push your ass as high as possible, tempting him with a slight, submissive wiggle. Your eyes dart around the window, a flush of embarrassment heating your skin as you imagine the workers catching sight of you; bent over like a whore as their boss fucks himself into your willing hole.

Never one to deny himself, you feel the blunted head of Jack’s cock sliding along your slit to gather up some juice to ease his entry. As his cock grazes your clit, you jerk in place and your lips forms into an ‘o’ shape as you silently wish for him to do it again. Your prayers are vaguely answered as the hand which isn’t currently holding his tie around your neck grips at your hips, the tips digging into the flesh so harshly that you know it will bruise.

Slamming his hips forward, Jack fills you with one brutal thrust and the sheer shock of being filled so suddenly forces a savage cry from your lips. It’s a pained pleasure, a familiar stretch made manageable by how wet your hole is and how well-adapted you are to his desires.

He sets a wicked pace, not allowing you a moment to breathe as his hips move with a cruel rhythm; pulling almost free until only the head of his cock stays within you before thrusting back in, burying himself so deeply that it sparks a dull ache as his cock glances off your cervix.

Reduced to little more than whines and gasps as you push back against him, you’re instead treated to his mouth which, even in the midst of fucking, is unable to switch off.

“You fucking brat.” He growls, matching his words with intermittent pulls of his tie. “Teasing me like that. Taking me away from my hard work just for this. Flashing that bruise knowing that it would get me all riled up and ready to remind you who the boss is.”

His body moulds itself to your own and his voice is heated in your ear as his hand pulls harshly at the tie around your neck, forcing your head back as far as it could go to meet him.

“I’d kill you, you know?” He grunts, his cock buried so deeply that you can feel the delicious pressure against your cervix. “If I thought that someone else was marking you like this.”

Unable to speak due to your constricted throat, you can only whimper in acknowledgment and your cunt spasms around him, his erratic movements making your walls burn as your orgasm teeters on the brink.

“Come for me, baby. Show me how good I make you feel.”

Only needing the instruction, you unleash a strangled cry as your release hits; your vision going blurry as you clench your cunt around him, determined to milk him through your own pleasure as your toes curl. He refuses to let up, continuing to punish your hole with vicious thrusts as he chases his own release.

The pressure on your hip lets up and a guttural sound escapes you as his fingers instead rub wicked circles around your clit, the extra stimulation borderline unbearable as it sparks fresh pleasure in your overly-sensitive skin – the nerves firing off as your legs tremble. Your walls continuing to spasm around him as you buck and writhe at the overstimulation, it only takes a moment for him to find his own release.

Abandoning both his tie and your clit, his hands grip on the sides of your ass as he buries himself as deeply as he can within your cunt; a long groan filling the air as his cock twitches within you and the heat of his release becomes apparent. He pulls free of you quickly and you moan at the sudden emptiness, his fingers spreading your lips as he presumably inspects your ruined hole and the mess which you can feel dripping free – a feeling which makes a hot shame burn across your skin.

“Oh, fuck me, sweetheart. That is exactly what I was needing.” Jack pants, his voice much more sated and rougher that it had been before your quickie. “I’ll never get tired of having you wrapped around me.”

Beaming at the praise as you shuffle free of the couch, shaky legs barely holding you steady as you use your hand on the arm of the couch to balance, you bring your other hand to your throat, feeling the heat of the abuse skin there flaring slightly as you roll your fingers around it.

“I feel like I need another shower.” You purr, watching as Jack stretches himself out once more. “Maybe you could do with one too.”

Humming at the proposal, Jack allows himself another quick leer at your frame; nipples still reddened from his earlier attentions and thighs visibly wet with your shared release.

“Ah, screw it.” He sighs, shifting his body so that he can land a frisky slap to the heft of your ass to encourage you along. “Lead the way, pumpkin.”

[magknightidv]

Hi! I was just wondering if I could request a handsome jack x awkward reader headcannons, if that's okay?

YESSS thank you so much! I tend to keep head canons short and sweet so this is very much appreciated with my currently tired self. I'll put this in the fluff section cause I don't want this to be anything angsty as of right now.

Borderlands #1 - Imagine (? Kinda?)

Character/s: Handsome Jack, Awkward! Reader

Warnings: Well it's Borderlands so you should prob be prepared for anything relating to that, but it's not focused on all that. Fluff (I know the Horror!)

Masterlist

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First off let's start with how you met. He, the show off big boss of Hyperion, and you, a low level worker just minding your own business, just happened to cross paths. Him being absolutely shameless just had to say something as he passed by you, "You're hot."

I know, he's so elegant with his words..

From then on, he kept noticing you pop up in communal areas. His eyes often scanned over crowds to find your face. You on the other hand, we're trying to avoid him. Assuming he was messing with you.

He got so fed up with looking for you, that oh! Look at you go, you suddenly got a huge promotion to the CEO's secretary.

From then on he's always trying to get your attention. Anything just for you to look at him. You, however, struggle to keep your eyes on his when he's talking to you.

He's the star of the show and you hide from the spotlight, and surprisingly he let's you stay in your shadows. He doesn't push you after a while and he actually treats you like a person, a friend.

He's secretly a nerd (as in its not part of his whole persona) so he will have an hour or two around lunch time ish and nerd out about some cool designs that he's gonna take credit for or some adjustments to the Loader bots.

You get a different Jack to everyone else.

You get Jack. The programmer, the space nerd, the hero. Whereas everyone else gets Handsome Jack, a massive jagoff.

(But we love him either way)

He's definitely been scary to you once or thrice. When he's screaming his head off with idiots that don't understand his 'genius', he's definitely snapped at you. Your shocked face usually snaps him out of it.

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That ended up going a bit longer than I originally expected but I wanted to try and not make it too long but not too short either. :)

Hope that was fine!