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Movie Night Omo

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Mammon X Reader (omo) horror movie night

CW: omorashi, Humiliation, wetting, non-sexual, hurt/comfort. 2k words

Mammon isn't afraid of anything. Mammon conjures fear in others- he does not experience it. He doesn't get scared, least of all by a stupid movie. That's why this is fine.

Or maybe it's not fine. Maybe he tried to leave before it started but Levi said he was only leaving because he was scared- And he's not scared. Well, he doesn't want you to think that, so now he has to stay. At least he gets to sit beside you.

You're between him and Beel, with Asmo and Levi on separate chairs, Belphie sick in his room, Satan on the floor, and Lucifer's too important to be doing this.

You're in between him and Beel but you're obviously closer to Mammon. Of course you are, good choice. You should want to be closer to him. Just watch it, will you? He does not need a reassuring squeeze to his hand. He's fine.

He does feel a little more than a slight pressure in his bladder but he doesn't want to be accused of trying to miss the movie. And he's always had a tendency to wait for urgency before getting things done.

Lights down, movie playing, music that Mammon certainly does not find unsettling. Eerie atmosphere- that's fine, he's a demon. The scariest thing here is him. Everything's okay. There's no reason to treat him like he's scared because he's not. There's nothing scary about a trio of sadistic murderers playing with you before going in for the kill, especially not the human kind, he is a demon, he's not scared of your human movie. That would be ridiculous.

Really, it's okay, you're here and so are his brothers there's no real danger, his fear isn't real. It's part of the fun right? There's not really anything wrong with being a little freaked about a movie that's supposed to freak you out.

“I think Mammon’s scared.”

“I ain't scared. And these kinds of movies scare you too.” Asmodeus. He's not scared. And if he is, he doesn't need it pointed out. Mammon leans to the side a little to speak only to you.

“This amateur stuff doesn't scare me. Don't worry if you're scared though, I'll protect ya.”

“How thoughtful.” Mammon jumps and grabs onto you, that scary mask popped up out of nowhere. He pulls away from you as quickly as he grabbed on, you can see his blush in the light of the screen he's doing his best to pretend that didn't happen. Is it too mean to tease him while his brothers are here?

Mammon swallows and takes a breath once he doesn't feel you watching him anymore, is it too much to ask that his fear not be observed? He should probably go pee, he actually wouldn't mind missing some of the movie. And who are his brothers to say he's only leaving cause he's scared? A guy's gotta go when a guy's gotta go. The Hall's really dark though, every light in the huge house is off. The idea of stepping through the darkness, feeling like there's someone waiting for him? Or following him? He can wait.

He can go to your room with you when the movie's over, he can act normal and unafraid and use your bathroom while he's there, you wouldn't mind him sleeping over right? No, you never have, and everything will be okay in the morning.

All he has to do is get through this. Easier said than done. He can't relax, his heart is racing and he doesn't understand how it can only be him who feels this way. None of the others are this afraid-Well there is Asmo. Still, why does he have to be? It's embarrassing, he shouldn't be this scared of a movie, it's not even real and yet he's forcing himself to keep looking at the screen, he just wants it to be over. He's shifting in his seat trying to make his bladder stop whining, gripping the arm of the couch, locking up his body, trying not to jump or flinch or Hell forbid whimper, and it's all so stressful. It shouldn't be so hard.

He might have to just get up and go. But he can't. He can't do it okay? It's dark and it's scary and he can't go alone, and obviously he can't ask you to go with him. That means he has to stay. On the bright side he's gotten less focused on the horror in front of him and more on the aching in his lower abdomen. His muscles are clenched right, trying to hold it. It hurts. It hurts and he's still scared. He feels like he's starting to sweat, it's too hot in here, too dark, too full of eyes, too full of ways he can humiliate himself right now.

He's so full, he couldn't stand up if he wanted to at this point. If he moves it's gonna come out. Of course he would put himself in this situation. Of course he has to be so scared of everything, of course he couldn't just go to the bathroom, of course he's the only demon in Devildom that's this stupid.

The close call that plays out on the screen in front of him is so tense and horror inducing. That did not just happen. Piss did not just squirt out of him. Because that would mean he was frightened pee came out, and that did not happen because that can not happen. He's trying so hard to hold it, he clenched up so tight, he's putting so much effort into not pissing himself on the fucking couch.

His eyes shut and he concentrates on holding it until the movie is over, hopefully he'll be able to stand by then, but that's a bridge he’ll have to cross when he comes to it. Bridges go over running water.

How is this happening right now? Can it even get this bad when you've been alive this long? Well, obviously it can, Lucifer's had him strung up for pretty long periods of time. He should still be able to hold it. He can't do this when he could have gotten up at any time to go. They don't get how hard this is. There's four other people here and no one else needs the bathroom?

He feels your head rest on his shoulder and his eyes shoot open. Warmth blooms inside of him a little different than the kind that's been eating at him. It's too much. You're making him more nervous, if he could get more tense he would. You managed to unintentionally and unknowingly divide his attention.

This time when a spurt comes out he can't stop the rest. He wants to cry. He feels completely helpless, just letting his jeans and the couch get soaked. He's totally frozen, what is he supposed to do? Hope no one notices until he's gone? He prays it doesn't get on you.

His eyes take note of the room, there's relief in the absence of any gaze on him.

Please don't notice. Don't notice the quickly cooling wet sensation spread over to you. Please. He's asking you not to notice- not out loud, but he's asking, pleading, don't notice. Has he ever felt so tense in all his time of living? Probably, but that doesn't make it any easier. And your sitting so fucking close because you don't want him to be scared of this dumb fucking movie. And- and you're going to think he pissed himself out of fear and he didn't. He just- he just couldn't get up okay? And you noticed.

Yeah, you obviously noticed, of course you did, of course you can tell. That's why you're looking down at his lap, that's why you're moving. Though not much, you stayed pretty close. When you look at his face he's turned away, burning up. You can't expect him to look at you. What is he supposed to do right now? Does he say something? Say he spilled his drink? He doesn't have one, and yet in a certain sense that is what happened.

Humiliation is heavy and hot in his stomach, it's burning him up, his face is flaming. It's humiliating to run and it's not better to stay. If he's really quick maybe his brothers won't notice. But then there's still the wet patch on the couch. The wet patch that smells like piss, fuck. He stops his eyes from watering.

His D.D.D goes off with a ding. It makes some eyes glance his way and suddenly he's lucky if they just think he's scared and the snickering isn't a priority. It's a message from you.

We can just get up and leave if you want.

Right. He just needs to find a way to suppress the embarrassment of pissing himself right beside you so he can think clearly enough for damage control. He takes a breath, he needs it. There's no way to get through this without everyone knowing, even if he can get out of here, it'll still be on the couch. At least the couch is dark.

He meekly nods his head. You lightly pull on his arm and try to get up at the same time as him. You let him walk in front of you and the two of you speed out of there.

“Surprise, surprise, Mammon can't make it through the end.”

He rushes ahead of you, mortified and makes an effort to shut the door to his room before you get inside. The first thing he does is fall back against the door and his vision blurs.

“Mammon, can I come in?”

He puts on a voice, one that's cheery and meant to assure.

“I'm fine, you can go. I'm just gonna take a shower.”

“Please let me in? I want to stay. Y'know because of the horror movie.” Or you just don't want to leave Mammon alone. Whichever.

You don't hear anything, you rest your head against the door. There's some movement happening and shortly the faint sound of his shower running can be heard. Your D.D.D vibrates.

It's open.

As promised his door is unlocked so you take that as an invitation. Of course, you lock it behind you before laying on his bed. Mammon D.D.D is on his bedside table and it buzzes, you scroll through yours while you wait.

In the shower Mammon is talking himself out of the embarrassment he's feeling. Being scared of a movie is one thing, wetting the couch while you watch it is a little different. And you're on the other side of his bathroom door waiting for him, so he'll be having to face you soon. Ideally he'll be able to pretend this never happened.

When he leaves the bathroom he's dressed. Usually he's opt for showing more skin before he actually puts on clothes, it's sort of cute that he's being so reserved. Still you sit up in his presence.

“Your phone went off while you were in the shower.” His D.D.D. He gives a nod and picks up his phone. Whatever it is he flops face first into his bed. You fall back with him.

“What is it?” He doesn't give you a verbal response but he flashes you his phone. Satan.

Did you wet yourself?

A groan comes from Mammon. Another message comes through. “Well, Beel wants you to know you shouldn't feel bad about it.” He tosses his phone. “So… just wondering, why didn't you just y'know… go?”

His whole body turns away and his hands shoot up over his face.

“Shuddup!”

“Okay.” You get under the blanket and he follows suit. “Beels right. It's not a big deal, we can pretend it didn't happen.” He turns into you and shuts his eyes.

“...It was real dark, y'know… in the hall to the bathroom.” That's rough buddy.

You pull him close and stroke his hair.

“Let me help next time?” Your question goes unanswered. He does however snuggle into your body, and in the morning he will pretend this didn't happen. Maybe overcompensate, maybe talk a lot to distract you, and it'll be okay.

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Jax x Male Reader

The Pillory Incident (MDI 18+)

Jax gets you locked in medieval pillory

CW:Public humiliation, pillory bondage, exhibitionism, spanking

It does seem fun. Maybe. It seems like it could be fun at least. An adventure into the dark forest to break some vague magic curse, retrieve some magic stone. Caine had high hopes for it. He has high hopes for everything.

It's a nice enough scene. Wooden townspeople in an aesthetic town square. Caine should get some points for the pillory in the center held up by only one post in the board's center, instead of two.

The only unique looking NPC in the town is just finishing giving us the rundown. Pomni doesn't seem into it.

“Do you think we can do magic here?” You're just thinking out loud. You have to be stuck here, you should make the most of it, use the new rules of your new life- or sometimes lack thereof- to the fullest.

“Magic? He's a witch! Burn him!” He thinks he's really funny. Although the fake townsfolk seem to be taking it seriously, if not, confusedly.

“A boy witch?” 

“Boys can be witches.” There's no hesitation. Men can be witches.

“See? Witch.” You're half annoyed, half incredulous. You make an attempt to set things straight.

“What? No, not a witch. Because that's ridiculous. I'm just saying, obviously boys can be witches.”

“Okay! Maybe we should just go now?”

“Watch it Rags, I'm trying to get this witch persecuted.” There's murmurs and confused whispers as to the ridiculous notion of a male witch. Super weird misogyny adventure Caine. Jax is attempting a smear campaign against you, and the town is crossed between considering a male witch, and labeling Jax a heretic. The whole thing is really taking the situation off course 

“Okay! Y'know what? Boys aren't witches. Because witches aren't real. You just use that excuse to kill innocent women. So there.”

Perhaps that was the wrong thing to say, now you're just being accused as a witchcraft sympathizer and a disturber of peace. Pretty sure sacrilegious is getting thrown around. 

You're startled by Jax grabbing your wrists and holding them behind your back, a feeling that you're too familiar with. A different voice cuts in before yours.

“Jax! Cut it out, let him go.”

“Hold on now. He'll have to come with us.” someone gave this NPC too many lines. Pomni and Ragatha do move to help you but the townspeople intervene.

“Just… go you guys, I can handle this.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah Pomni, we can handle this.” Jax taunts. He gives you a light push.

“It's fine. Go.” At least they'll be able to finish this without Jax, so there's a plus for them. They leave, even if reluctantly. You're grabbed by wooden hands and dragged off to the platform in the center of the square.

“You'll do your time. This'll put that tongue to rest.” Your head and hands are shoved into the holes of the wooden board and locked in place. “Face the shame of the blasphemy you speak.”

“Ha!” Aren't you so glad he finds this amusing?

You're forced to slightly bend yourself down to fit the pillories will. It wouldn't be so bad if Jax wasn't in front of you laughing his ass off. They're not real, but even the copy-pasted crowd's mocking stings a little. Maybe it's the helplessness that makes it uncomfortable. Jax circles the platform you're on and climbs up. You can feel his eyes drinking you in, even from behind. When he appears in front of you he has to crouch to be at eye level. “The stocks suit you.” He punctuates his sentence with a tap on your cheek.

“It's called pillory.”

“You would know that.” You roll your eyes as your only means of defiance, still holding your head as upright as it can be. His gloved hands pinch at your cheeks as he exclaims to the crowd, “Isn't he just adorable! Smile, you have fans.” You're body can't seem to tell the difference between frustration and arousal.

From the faceless crowd there's perpetual laughter programmed on loop, like your predicament is so funny. It's fine. It's not real. 

It won't stop.

Anxiety spins in your stomach in response to Jax disappearing from view. Fingers glide down the side of your body, for a moment you freeze at the soft touch, it makes your heart beat faster. Once he reaches the waistband of your pants you come to your senses and kick backwards. Sure, you miss and Jax snickers, but you kick. And you'll kick again if you feel his hands on you, or his steps too close. Whichever direction you think he's in, your foot is flying. Maybe he'll back off. You can't hear or feel him, but you know he's still there. Your focus on only Jax dulls the laughter into background noise.

It's quick. There's no time to react. First his hands are gripping the sides of your pants, in the same second they're around your ankles. He pulls everything down. Instinctively your legs come together, hopelessly trying to hide, but to no avail. So much for kicking. You hang your neck. Your face feels warm with embarrassment, and Jax is laughing. And the crowd is laughing, laughing like they're real, like they know. You don't know what's worse; the crowd in front of you, or the one behind you. You're entirely vulnerable.

The thought strikes you that Caine probably knows what's happening. That Caine, by now, probably thinks this is just how you and Jax 'play'.

“Jax. Pull them back up.” It's cute the way your voice doesn't tremble, almost like you have authority.

“What kind of punishment would that be?”

Helpless, bent, bound, and exposed. You've been in similar situations with Jax. With Jax, not a whole audience using you as entertainment. Still, it's familiar, so what happens isn't really your fault. Call it Pavlov's erection. The looped ridicule of the town you're surrounded by eats at you and your face burns. His obnoxious voice pipes up from beside you. “Looks like someone's excited by all the attention.” Yeah. Your face burns.

“Shut. Up. Jax. Cover me up.” 

“You are so tightly wound, aren't ya?” He leans against the boards you're stuck between and takes a firm grip to your ass. At this point standing with your legs spread isn't that much less dignified than your current position, at least with more weight distribution there will be a little less ache. He's still kneading your ass, exposing your hole to the townsfolk behind you. You twitch and struggle, but you can't get away. If he wants the grope and display you, he will. You feel so helpless and weak.

“Jax, we don't know when they'll be back.” Urgency fills your words. If the other came back and saw you like this? How could you look at anyone again? Forget abstraction, you'd prove you can die here via mortification.

“Oh I know, they could be here at any time. What's the big deal?” The hand -not- pulling at your ass cheek, pets your head. “What about authenticity huh? You are a little bitch boy. Why hide it? Oh that's right… You’re embarrassed aren't you? About what a whore I turn you into.” 

Jax appears crouched down in front of you. “Now. You go ahead and pretend to protest.” He grabs your face and swipes his thumb against your lip. “Okay, sweetheart?” If only he was wrong. But you do like the condescending way he speaks to you. You are a whore for him, aren't you? It's humiliating.

You whine at him “Jax. They're… watching. Sort of.” Surprised delight that you'd even admit being bothered by it, is all over his face. 

“Who? Them?” He stops blocking you from view and points to the still amused crowd. “Are they watching? Does that make you uncomfortable? Some NPCs looking at your hard-on?” Patronizing fuck. He's so loud. It's almost like they react to him. Like there's a change in their laughter to acknowledge his comments. “You know. I could make you feel real good right about now.”

“Don't.” He steps behind you and gently feels you up. One hand on your side, the other on your inner thigh. 

"Don't?" God, to have the frustration pumped out of you right now. But all these people here. Sort of people.

"Jax, cut this shit out. Now."

“You're right. This is supposed to be a punishment.” Just like that his touch is gone. Until you feel the hard impact of his hand against your ass. “I think twenty more, don't you?” He spanks you again, you flinch again. He pauses. “You better start counting or we'll never get to twenty.”

You know. But to do so without being asked? That would be a show of preemptive obedience too embarrassing to go through with. It's a miniscule act of defiance but that's what you have. This time you say one. “Chin up, face the crowd, and start over.”

You raise you head, they're gossiping to one another.

“One.” It stings. 

“Two.” Not just his hand coming down on you, but being put in your place like this.

“Three.” Yeah, that's what really stings. 

“Four.” Can an eyeless face stare right at you? 

“Five.” Yes, it can. 

“Six.” There's pre-cum dripping from your needy cock. You really are a whore.

At eighteen there are tears burning in your eyes but you will not let them spill. At twenty Jax caresses your sore skin as if to say there there. You're sure Jax knows this has been more than what you're used to for the exhibitionism alone. You hope the day never comes where he asks-

“You gonna cry?” And instead of no you're forced into a silent confirmation. But today.

“No.” You will not cry. Not from pain, and not from the humiliation.

Jesus Christ- You're caught off guard with his hand on your cock, it makes your knees buckle and your mouth whimper with appreciation. Thank you is behind your lips but you don't let it leave. It feels so dirty and wrong, there's something icky, degrading in having this happen to you, and liking it. But he's making you feel good, and it does feel so good.

It's weird having your moaning platformed like this, you can't really relax- I mean can you ever with Jax? But sometimes your brain goes dizzy and your inside gooey, and you don't think about anything, just feel the feel-good feelings, and forget about the rest. Not right now. This is definitely filed under a different category. This is one of the times you wish you could hold back, you know it'll be embarrassing when you come, just like it is now, letting this happen. 

Your whole body's hot. You feel it in your stomach and your chest. It feels borderline ridiculous to be bucking your hips but you're doing it. You should get something for what you've been through. Though rather this is him gifting you something- or taking something away- is up for debate. At this point you can only pretend your pride for an orgasm is a trade you have to think about. Making you come has become synonymous with stripping your dignity.

He touches you, and yes, you're thankful. You wouldn't admit it but yes you are appreciative. Now, isn't that pathetic? Just keep bucking your hips and moaning while he gets you off. Because nothing could go wrong with that arrangement. Does it feel good? Does it feel good that Jax has you wrapped around his finger? 

“Our visitors are approaching! We may finally be saved!” Fucking NPC. It's not his fault but-

“Fuck!” Your eyes go wide with panic. This is bullshit.

“Y'know we can still finish up here.”

“No!”

You're dressed and released, because he let you. The others return, the stupid magic stone is where it should be yada yada blah blah blah. 

You're visibly frustrated and everyone knows it. It's sweet really, that they want to stand up for you.

“That really wasn't cool Jax. He missed out because of you”

“It's fine.” You don't need any discussion of what happened while they were gone. “It's over. I missed it. I'll get over it.”

You arrive back ho- in the circus. You arrive back in the digital circus. He has an aura, smug enough to make your blood boil.

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This is now a series on ao3

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(masc reader (male genitalia), Humiliation lil bit, enemies with benefits, hate fucking, I give them genitals this time. Ikik you're welcome, bottom reader, spit as lube, spanking, name calling, coming inside, no aftercare, pillory is not stocks)

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Flick.

Flick.

Flick.

"I'm sorry, do you want something?"

"I forgive you. And no."

He's just going to sit there pretending he didn't completely screw you over on the last adventure. The one Caine obviously made for you. Because of how stressed and tense you've been lately. God forbid you have a way to unwind that isn't Jax.

The chair you're in gets less and less appealing the longer Jax is standing beside it. Everyone is here, whether they're standing, or on the couch and you're trying to keep your cool but it's not as easy as it sounds.

"Can you just...Stop?"

You will find the answer is no.

"What's got your panties all twisted?" You can only glare. There are so few opportunities to actually do something fun, something that you could thoroughly enjoy in this place.

Jax feigns surprise and insists on continuing to piss you off.

"Is this about the adventure? You're not still sour about that are ya?" Yes, you are still 'sour' about the thing that happened maybe ten fucking minutes ago.

You are still 'sour', because in that high fantasy, medieval times adventure that honestly had a pretty good plot that blatantly catered to you- Jax had not-so-gently shoved you into pillory and wouldn't unlock it- or let anyone else for that matter.

Ragatha chimes in, in an attempt to mediate but her request that Jax give you space only encourages him further.

"It's not like I just left you there. I kept you company the whole time." He has the most infuriating smile. You've never met someone you've wanted to hit more than Jax.

It would have been better to be left there alone then to be left with Jax, while Ragatha, King, Pomni, and, Gangle finished the adventure without you two. If Jax hadn't been there, or if someone else had stayed then you wouldn't have been stuck there while Jax... Well... You can't think about that right. That bastard.

"I don't think anyone has ever appreciated your company Jax." He raises his eyebrows at you and you know what he's thinking.

"Aw, don't say that. You'll hurt my feelings. I know you secretly appreciate my company." You're ready to snap. He knows just how to push your buttons. You hate to be reminded that if he wanted to, he could detail just how much you really enjoyed his company.

But then he wouldn't get to enjoy your company anymore either. It's a little horrifying to think what he might do if he decided he didn't want you anymore and had no reason to keep his mouth shut. Horrifying... Mortifying. Same difference.

"Right. Feelings. If only you had any."

"Oh how you wound me. You're real snippy, y'know that? You could use some more time in stocks and bondage- correct that behavior."

"What is your problem? Do you have to be so exhausting all the time?"

"I'm exhausting? I can't do anything without you chirping in my ear like an uptight songbird."

"And by "anything" you mean torment Gangle?"

Speaking of Gangle, this whole thing is making her increasingly anxious.

"So self righteous." He examines his finger nails with a seamlessly cocky demeanor. "Would you rather I pick on you?"

He's so fucking smug. It's such a loaded question, and it's not holding the same weight to everyone else that it is to you. He does pick on Gangle less lately. And it is because he's been taking it out on you. And you do like it. You don't know what to say. It's not the first time he's rendered you speechless.

"That's what I thought. Your high horse ain't so high huh?"

"I- this isn't about Gangle. You intentionally ruined something for me because you knew I might have had a good time."

"Huh?" He has the audacity to look genuinely confused. "Oh. You're still on that?"

"It just happened!"

"Relax, I can practically see the steam coming off you." He pats your head.

"You-" You need to take a moment to breathe in and compose yourself. "I'm going to my room."

Walking away you hear Pomni scolding Jax .

In your room you flop onto your bed and just lay there for a minute. You're not ashamed of the way you decide to decompress, though maybe a little ashamed of who it is you're thinking about. It's hours before you see Jax again.

Your door opens even though you locked it. You've learned to be extra vigilant of the door. Jax has become privy to just barging in, but he used to try and be as quiet as possible in hopes of catching you at an inappropriate moment. It only worked once. At this point it doesn't matter how he catches you, you're long past most prudish reservations.

"Miss me?" The door closes behind him. You get up and lock the door. He never does.

"You are the worst person I have ever met." He hums in agreement while putting his hands on your waist and walking you back into the bed.

"You can't just-"

"Are you gonna do this whole song and dance every time?" He's met with no protest. "Yeah that's what I thought." He undoes his own overalls and exposes own cock. "Go on. Find the treat."

You're familiar enough to know that your saliva is going to be your lube. Bodies are malleable in the digital circus so it's not your biggest concern anyway. It takes no time at all to get on your knees and start slobbering on his dick. You care more about coating it in spit then making him cum.

You don't bother continuing once you're pretty sure it couldn't actually be more saturated.

"What? That's it? Someone's greedy." You almost stay where you are like you're waiting for permission to stand up. Almost.

"Fuck off. If I just let you cum in my mouth you'll be gone before I get anything."

"I'm starting to think you don't trust me." He turns you around and bends you over the bed. He wastes no time pulling your clothes out of the way to expose your ass to him. He pins your wrists behind your back, then uses one hand to hold them and leans down over you. "You trust me, don't you?" You can feel his erection pressing into you, your own erection probably already dripping pre-cum on the floor. Slut.

When you open your mouth to speak his free hand comes over to stop you with his fingers in your mouth. "I've got the feeling you were about to say something naughty. You should really watch that mouth of yours."

He pops his fingers out then lifts his body off of yours, still holding you down with your wrists behind your back.

"Stay." You remain bent over the bed, hands behind your back, even when he lets go. You hear him going through your bedside drawer. It's almost embarrassing how sure he is that you won't move just because he said so. You don't doubt he's pulling out the handcuffs you snagged a couple weeks ago. What you think was a couple weeks anyway.

Cold metal wraps around your wrists and clicks shut. "Good boy." His tone amused and perky.

Your face is pushed down into the mattress with his hand pinning down your head. You can't bring yourself to be too bothered by this, when you're finally close to feeling him inside you. What's the point of lathering his cock in spit if he's gonna wait so long before putting it inside you? You feel a wet finger tease your hole but refuse to go inside.

"Jax, hurry up and put something inside me."

"Sorry? I can't understand what you're saying." You know your voice is muffled but you know damn well he can still understand you. The little contact that you did have is taken away. Then you feel his hand smack down on your ass.

Your muffled whine is more from frustration than pain. "You should be quiet. Someone might hear you." His hand strikes you again, harder. Something about your pain makes him laugh. His hand moves from your head to your neck, allowing you to turn your face.

"Jax-" smack! "Stop-" Smack! You try to squirm away from the spanking you know you can't get away from.

"Don't pretend you don't like it." His hand comes down on your ass again, he is not playing nice, your skin is burning.

"Please-"

The next sensation you feel is a finger in your ass. You hum in surprise. He slides another finger inside. You're so relieved he's started fingering you, you almost say thank you. His fingers curl inside of you and he draws out little noises from you. When you try to fuck yourself on his fingers he pulls them out and waits a beat before he pushes them back in.

You don't learn your lesson the first time but he just denies you of them every time you try to move. He does it as many times as it takes for you to get that if you want him to keep fingering you, you'll stop trying to fuck yourself. It doesn't feel like he's prepping you. It feels like he's teasing your fucking prostate. While you give yourself an aneurysm trying to be still.

You just can't stop the way your body writhes. This time he doesn't return his fingers to you. All you hear is him spitting in his hand. All you feel is his hand stroke your cock only once. It's after you take a shaky breath that his hand slowly travels down your length again. And again.

"Fuck! Jax, C'mon."

He laughs at your pleas but seems to be obliging. His tip lines up with your hole and you feel him slowly fill your insides.

Your desperate whines fill the room at the same time his hands grip your hips. That bastard's not moving at all and he's not letting you either.

"What's the magic word?" You don't stop struggling for a second.

"Ff- please!"

"Someone's desperate."

"Just. Fuck me." His fingers are digging into your skin, he's not letting go.

"Hm... Say you love me." What the fuck wrong with this guy?

"What?" He slowly goes out then in to tease you.

"Say it." Just so he can say it happened.

You puke out the sentence he wants. "Fucking- I... Love you." The words taste gross leaving your mouth, it makes you feel all icky. Jax bursts into laughter behind you. It makes your cock twitch.

"You- you actually said- that you love me!" He's still laughing when he starts slowly fucking you. He is the most frustrating person you've ever had the displeasure of meeting. And he's making you whimper right now.

You'd be jacking yourself off if your hands weren't cuffed and you're sure that's why he did it. He pumps in and out of you, taking his time with it.

"Wow, you sound like a whore."

Frustration and arousal mix together and fog up your mind. It's hard to stay pissed at him when it just feels so good. Maybe not that hard actually. It's better to be actively livid, it makes your moans sound aggravated instead of pathetic.

"Faster." You pull that word out like it's a command when you both know it's a plea. And a desperate one at that.

He grants your request, you're sure he's very satisfied with the grateful whimper that leaves your mouth.

Your brain's getting fuzzy. You move your hips while he fucks you into the bed. You rock back and forth into his cock chasing your orgasm but his comes first. His cum shoots into you ensuring you'll be cleaning his cum out later. You're still rutting into him as he pulls out of you, your body convulses with need but he corrects it with an ungloved, spit slick hand stroking your dick.

You moan face down into the bed. The fear he might stop at any time forces a string of pleasepleaseplease from your mouth.

Your knees buckle when he finishes you off. You keep your face down, panting.

His hand smacks your ass- not hard, but it makes you flinch.

"Well. This was real fun Sweetheart."

You've given up telling him not to call you that. You stay still and compliant while he unlocks the cuffs tightened around your hands. Jax isn't even facing you when you roll yourself onto your mattress, he's already leaving the room. You see him shutting the door behind him and then he's gone.

"Fuck."

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hello!!! i was wondering if we could get a jax x male reader? (the reader is jax's polar opposite, in personality and physical appearance. like the reader is a very short, fluffy cat who's very nice, easily flustered, adorable for no reason, and for some reason has taken a liking to jax??)

im thinking a smut, bottom reader, with the kinks being dirty talk, degrading, jax being rough, a twinkle of humiliation kink, a bit of overstim and a bit of size kink (maybe dacryphilia???)

bonus points if jax accidentally pulls the readers tail and the reader practically screams, his tail being very sensitive

sorry if this is forward,,, im kinda new to requesting -_-'

anyway, thank youu !!! love your works ^^

Hi! Definitely not too forward, I love to see this!

This gave the vibe like you wanted a oneshot buuut I felt like doing head canons so! I did that instead- sorry but here!

Jax X Cat! Reader Hcs 18+ MDNI- Not for Minors

(masc reader, coming on face, see the ask for other content warnings minus the size kink and dacryphilia)

NSFW

You are so sweet. It's infuriating. And he tries, really tries to rile you up but you don't seem to be bothered by him.

You're such a sweetheart, you've been advised to ignore Jax, but you can make your own choices when it comes to that thank-you-very-much.

He trips and you're the only one that helps him up, you're confusing him, he's not nice to you, why are you nice to him?

"Well, aren't you a good kitty" He ruffles your hair as he walks past you but you don't try to push him away.

You freeze and sputter out some noises before realizing you're not gonna say any actual words, it doesn't matter he's already gone.

But it's almost... Cute? And Jax is positive he caught you smiling to yourself.

But. That was supposed to be condescending! You weren't supposed to like it!

But you did, you liked it and you seem to like him. And he seems to fluster you if he gets too close or calls you kitty.

Sort of kind of makes him want to mess with you in a different way.

It doesn't take that long to figure out you've got a little crush on him, though he can't imagine why you do- he might as well do something with it.

"Aye, come here."

And you do. Happily so. You're so... Bubbly.

You just seem happy that he's calling you over to his chair as you hop off the couch and practically skip over to him.

There's concern for you glistening in the eyes of the others.

He says he just wanted to pet your hair, it's soft. He instructs you to sit in his lap and Ragatha informs you that you don't have to do that.

You stand in front of him unsure of what to do and you feel like everyone's eyes are on you, waiting for you to do something. And what if you do sit in his lap? Which way do you face?

You end up taking this chance to press your face into him even if your whole body's burning up.

"Are you purring?"

Aging, almost cute. When he gets bored he pushes you off him. Because he can.

Later during the so called "night" he's waiting to catch you walking by his door.

"Here kitty"

He grabs your tail to pull you inside and it makes you yelp, pulling your tail close to yourself

He liked that sound you made so he makes you gasp by grabbing your tail again. So sensitive. So adorable trying to pull your tail away, so easy to scoop up and toss onto the bed. You're just so small.

He wants to try you.

He has you in your back facing him, he wants to see you for this.

When he fucks you he tells you how he knew you wanted this, how you're so obvious. Everyone knows you want his cock.

Everyone sees how he flusters you, how you let him patronize you.

He makes you look at him the whole time.

Maybe you're a cat but you act like a bitch in heat it's almost pathetic.

No, it is pathetic it's almost cute.

He pulls out to cum on your face.

And honestly he feels really good seeing himself all over you, but he won't tell you about the warm feeling it gives him to see you marked like that, wearing him.

He makes you leave like that.

But he doesn't pet your head a little first and he doesn't even mean to, he just sees you like that and feels compelled to touch you.

But he didn't mean to. He flicks your ear and sends you on your way thinking, yeah. You're sort of cute.

A/N

This was taking me forever so I tried to quickly pump the second half out just now.

Tbh this sort of made me like the idea of a cat! Reader- might have to write a proper one shot about it idk

Also! Anon! If you're seeing this I forgot about the hand tying thing from your second ask! My bad:/

If I actually do the one shot thing I'll add it tho

[throughtherabbitholeao3]

ARHH HI

im the anon the asked for the jax x cat!male reader smut??? yeah uh i forgot to add one

could you make it so that jax has to eventually tie the readers hands together cuz his claws keep digging through the sheets?

rr sorryy for this, but anyway,,,

thanks! ^_^'

Hi!

I'm just letting you know I've started on your request, I'm doing it as Hcs because tbh I just didn't want to do a oneshot.

It's still going to be pretty long tho and I hope you like it when it's done:)

[throughtherabbitholeao3]

Jax TADC Master list

MDNI 18+ Only

RULES

* = nsfw

Head canons

General x reader - gn

Ways he annoys you -gn

Jealous reader - gn *

Bully Jax - gn

Cat! Reader - m!reader *

OneShots

"Call Me A.." - m!reader (homophobia kink) *

The enemies w benefits series m! Reader

Closed Doors - m!reader *

The Pillory Incident*

[throughtherabbitholeao3]

hiii i LOVE your stuff sm!!! 🥺🥺 you've written jax so in character, and the way you write your oneshots/headcanons is just so juiiicyyyy they keeps me so well fed 🔥🔥🔥🔥

can you write a jax x reader where the reader and jax have like REALLY heated arguments in front everyone but fuck in private... bonus points if he constantly humiliates the reader tooo :333 male reader is preferred but gn is cool too

thank you!! 💗💗

18+!!! NO MINORS MDNI

ObsessedObsessedObsessed

Love love love this thank you thank you thank you

MDNI 18+ below the cut

18+!!!!!!

(masc reader (male genitalia), Humiliation lil bit, enemies with benefits, hate fucking, I give them genitals this time. Ikik you're welcome, bottom reader, spit as lube, spanking, name calling, coming inside, no aftercare, pillory is not stocks)

2k words

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Flick.

Flick.

Flick.

"I'm sorry, do you want something?"

"I forgive you. And no."

He's just going to sit there pretending he didn't completely screw you over on the last adventure. The one Caine obviously made for you. Because of how stressed and tense you've been lately. God forbid you have a way to unwind that isn't Jax.

The chair you're in gets less and less appealing the longer Jax is standing beside it. Everyone is here, whether they're standing, or on the couch and you're trying to keep your cool but it's not as easy as it sounds.

"Can you just...Stop?"

You will find the answer is no.

"What's got your panties all twisted?" You can only glare. There are so few opportunities to actually do something fun, something that you could thoroughly enjoy in this place.

Jax feigns surprise and insists on continuing to piss you off.

"Is this about the adventure? You're not still sour about that are ya?" Yes, you are still 'sour' about the thing that happened maybe ten fucking minutes ago.

You are still 'sour', because in that high fantasy, medieval times adventure that honestly had a pretty good plot that blatantly catered to you- Jax had not-so-gently shoved you into pillory and wouldn't unlock it- or let anyone else for that matter.

Ragatha chimes in, in an attempt to mediate but her request that Jax give you space only encourages him further.

"It's not like I just left you there. I kept you company the whole time." He has the most infuriating smile. You've never met someone you've wanted to hit more than Jax.

It would have been better to be left there alone then to be left with Jax, while Ragatha, King, Pomni, and, Gangle finished the adventure without you two. If Jax hadn't been there, or if someone else had stayed then you wouldn't have been stuck there while Jax... Well... You can't think about that right. That bastard.

"I don't think anyone has ever appreciated your company Jax." He raises his eyebrows at you and you know what he's thinking.

"Aw, don't say that. You'll hurt my feelings. I know you secretly appreciate my company." You're ready to snap. He knows just how to push your buttons. You hate to be reminded that if he wanted to, he could detail just how much you really enjoyed his company.

But then he wouldn't get to enjoy your company anymore either. It's a little horrifying to think what he might do if he decided he didn't want you anymore and had no reason to keep his mouth shut. Horrifying... Mortifying. Same difference.

"Right. Feelings. If only you had any."

"Oh how you wound me. You're real snippy, y'know that? You could use some more time in stocks and bondage- correct that behavior."

"What is your problem? Do you have to be so exhausting all the time?"

"I'm exhausting? I can't do anything without you chirping in my ear like an uptight songbird."

"And by "anything" you mean torment Gangle?"

Speaking of Gangle, this whole thing is making her increasingly anxious.

"So self righteous." He examines his finger nails with a seamlessly cocky demeanor. "Would you rather I pick on you?"

He's so fucking smug. It's such a loaded question, and it's not holding the same weight to everyone else that it is to you. He does pick on Gangle less lately. And it is because he's been taking it out on you. And you do like it. You don't know what to say. It's not the first time he's rendered you speechless.

"That's what I thought. Your high horse ain't so high huh?"

"I- this isn't about Gangle. You intentionally ruined something for me because you knew I might have had a good time."

"Huh?" He has the audacity to look genuinely confused. "Oh. You're still on that?"

"It just happened!"

"Relax, I can practically see the steam coming off you." He pats your head.

"You-" You need to take a moment to breathe in and compose yourself. "I'm going to my room."

Walking away you hear Pomni scolding Jax .

In your room you flop onto your bed and just lay there for a minute. You're not ashamed of the way you decide to decompress, though maybe a little ashamed of who it is you're thinking about. It's hours before you see Jax again.

Your door opens even though you locked it. You've learned to be extra vigilant of the door. Jax has become privy to just barging in, but he used to try and be as quiet as possible in hopes of catching you at an inappropriate moment. It only worked once. At this point it doesn't matter how he catches you, you're long past most prudish reservations.

"Miss me?" The door closes behind him. You get up and lock the door. He never does.

"You are the worst person I have ever met." He hums in agreement while putting his hands on your waist and walking you back into the bed.

"You can't just-"

"Are you gonna do this whole song and dance every time?" He's met with no protest. "Yeah that's what I thought." He undoes his own overalls and exposes own cock. "Go on. Find the treat."

You're familiar enough to know that your saliva is going to be your lube. Bodies are malleable in the digital circus so it's not your biggest concern anyway. It takes no time at all to get on your knees and start slobbering on his dick. You care more about coating it in spit then making him cum.

You don't bother continuing once you're pretty sure it couldn't actually be more saturated.

"What? That's it? Someone's greedy." You almost stay where you are like you're waiting for permission to stand up. Almost.

"Fuck off. If I just let you cum in my mouth you'll be gone before I get anything."

"I'm starting to think you don't trust me." He turns you around and bends you over the bed. He wastes no time pulling your clothes out of the way to expose your ass to him. He pins your wrists behind your back, then uses one hand to hold them and leans down over you. "You trust me, don't you?" You can feel his erection pressing into you, your own erection probably already dripping pre-cum on the floor. Slut.

When you open your mouth to speak his free hand comes over to stop you with his fingers in your mouth. "I've got the feeling you were about to say something naughty. You should really watch that mouth of yours."

He pops his fingers out then lifts his body off of yours, still holding you down with your wrists behind your back.

"Stay." You remain bent over the bed, hands behind your back, even when he lets go. You hear him going through your bedside drawer. It's almost embarrassing how sure he is that you won't move just because he said so. You don't doubt he's pulling out the handcuffs you snagged a couple weeks ago. What you think was a couple weeks anyway.

Cold metal wraps around your wrists and clicks shut. "Good boy." His tone amused and perky.

Your face is pushed down into the mattress with his hand pinning down your head. You can't bring yourself to be too bothered by this, when you're finally close to feeling him inside you. What's the point of lathering his cock in spit if he's gonna wait so long before putting it inside you? You feel a wet finger tease your hole but refuse to go inside.

"Jax, hurry up and put something inside me."

"Sorry? I can't understand what you're saying." You know your voice is muffled but you know damn well he can still understand you. The little contact that you did have is taken away. Then you feel his hand smack down on your ass.

Your muffled whine is more from frustration than pain. "You should be quiet. Someone might hear you." His hand strikes you again, harder. Something about your pain makes him laugh. His hand moves from your head to your neck, allowing you to turn your face.

"Jax-" smack! "Stop-" Smack! You try to squirm away from the spanking you know you can't get away from.

"Don't pretend you don't like it." His hand comes down on your ass again, he is not playing nice, your skin is burning.

"Please-"

The next sensation you feel is a finger in your ass. You hum in surprise. He slides another finger inside. You're so relieved he's started fingering you, you almost say thank you. His fingers curl inside of you and he draws out little noises from you. When you try to fuck yourself on his fingers he pulls them out and waits a beat before he pushes them back in.

You don't learn your lesson the first time but he just denies you of them every time you try to move. He does it as many times as it takes for you to get that if you want him to keep fingering you, you'll stop trying to fuck yourself. It doesn't feel like he's prepping you. It feels like he's teasing your fucking prostate. While you give yourself an aneurysm trying to be still.

You just can't stop the way your body writhes. This time he doesn't return his fingers to you. All you hear is him spitting in his hand. All you feel is his hand stroke your cock only once. It's after you take a shaky breath that his hand slowly travels down your length again. And again.

"Fuck! Jax, C'mon."

He laughs at your pleas but seems to be obliging. His tip lines up with your hole and you feel him slowly fill your insides.

Your desperate whines fill the room at the same time his hands grip your hips. That bastard's not moving at all and he's not letting you either.

"What's the magic word?" You don't stop struggling for a second.

"Ff- please!"

"Someone's desperate."

"Just. Fuck me." His fingers are digging into your skin, he's not letting go.

"Hm... Say you love me." What the fuck wrong with this guy?

"What?" He slowly goes out then in to tease you.

"Say it." Just so he can say it happened.

You puke out the sentence he wants. "Fucking- I... Love you." The words taste gross leaving your mouth, it makes you feel all icky. Jax bursts into laughter behind you. It makes your cock twitch.

"You- you actually said- that you love me!" He's still laughing when he starts slowly fucking you. He is the most frustrating person you've ever had the displeasure of meeting. And he's making you whimper right now.

You'd be jacking yourself off if your hands weren't cuffed and you're sure that's why he did it. He pumps in and out of you, taking his time with it.

"Wow, you sound like a whore."

Frustration and arousal mix together and fog up your mind. It's hard to stay pissed at him when it just feels so good. Maybe not that hard actually. It's better to be actively livid, it makes your moans sound aggravated instead of pathetic.

"Faster." You pull that word out like it's a command when you both know it's a plea. And a desperate one at that.

He grants your request, you're sure he's very satisfied with the grateful whimper that leaves your mouth.

Your brain's getting fuzzy. You move your hips while he fucks you into the bed. You rock back and forth into his cock chasing your orgasm but his comes first. His cum shoots into you ensuring you'll be cleaning his cum out later. You're still rutting into him as he pulls out of you, your body convulses with need but he corrects it with an ungloved, spit slick hand stroking your dick.

You moan face down into the bed. The fear he might stop at any time forces a string of pleasepleaseplease from your mouth.

Your knees buckle when he finishes you off. You keep your face down, panting.

His hand smacks your ass- not hard, but it makes you flinch.

"Well. This was real fun Sweetheart."

You've given up telling him not to call you that. You stay still and compliant while he unlocks the cuffs tightened around your hands. Jax isn't even facing you when you roll yourself onto your mattress, he's already leaving the room. You see him shutting the door behind him and then he's gone.

"Fuck."

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Hey! Can you do a Jax x reader where the reader’s friend (just a random person) gets abstracted and right before that they had a huge fight and the character told reader “I never want to see you again” and the reader is just really depressed, and then one day the smallest thing goes wrong like reader can’t get a knot out of their hair or they can’t tie their shoe right and they just begin sobbing and goes to Jax for comfort because he’s the only one that makes them feel like they matter?

It’s ok if you don’t feel comfortable writing this I completely understand

I'm answering to let you know I don't think I'm going to write this, it's only because I don't know how to write Jax as a comforting presence

I would if I could it's just really not my forte 😭 sorry! If you have something else you can always let me know

[throughtherabbitholeao3]

Just realized my asks have been turned off 😭

They're open now

[throughtherabbitholeao3]

Call Me A...

18+ MDNI

You tell your asshole boyfriend you've got a thing for homophobia.

(masc reader, NSFW, homophobia, consensual homophobia, f slur- many times, physical violence, inappropriate use of pillow,)

Also if you don't want this don't read it.

Ignoring the tadc censors for this.

Aprx 2.3k words. Cross-posted on ao3 under ThroughTheRabbitHole

A/N: sticking to the canon of tadc characters not having genitals (so reader doesn't get any either) but I'm still making between the legs an erogenous zone.

You and Jax usually sleep together in his room. It's essentially routine for you to head to his room instead of yours.

Jax can feel how tense you are right now, against his body with your head on his shoulder, and look at you, all nervous and jittery, if you've got something to say, spit it out already.

But hey, he's not gonna start pressing you about your problems, if you've got some inner turmoil going on he doesn't need to have some stupid touchy feely talk with you. What's it to him if you're all fidgety beside him? He doesn't care.

He's been blatantly eyeing you this whole time, noting your behaviour.

But so what? He could probably pass out right now. Get some sleep- not that he needs it. He doesn't need to deal with you right now.

The room's kind of bright though, and really, look at you. He moves for a better view of your face and you really look like there's words stuck on your tongue. Okay, he's curious.

"You gonna spit it out or what?"

Your eyes widen slightly. You thought you could feel him staring at you. You breathe in and sit up, you only meet his eyes for a second before nervously looking away. He only looks up at you, one eyebrow raised, still half laying down.

You really do want to tell him. He can be such a dick but that's kind of the idea, so he could be so perfect for this- but on the other hand- he can be such a dick. You shut your eyes and sigh like you're bracing yourself. You open your eyes and face him, he is far more relaxed than you.

"I was just thinking... Y'know like... If you'd be into it, you could like..."

Oh. This isn't touchy feelings shit. Jax's ear left twitches at your words and demeanor. You're shy. Aww.

Suddenly his body language is mirroring his interest in this. Suddenly he's right up next to you with his shit eating grin.

"I could what?" You look away and roll your eyes at the stupid look on his stupid, irritating face.

"Maybe, under certain bedroom circumstances, you could call me..."

"What? A whore? A good boy? My- "

"Stop. Guessing."

"Aww, don't pretend you don't like being a good little bitch. C'mon. Who's a good boy?" He is so. Not. Funny. And also probably not joking. God, he's not gonna shut up, you can see him about to open his mouth again. Does this have to be so embarrassing? Just bite the bullet already, just tell him you-

"Call me a faggot." Yeah, like that. You cringe at the way you squeaked out your sentence and take a look at Jax's expression. He's not saying anything. Why isn't he saying anything? And why does he look so taken aback by that? He could try looking a little less stunned.

He bursts out laughing.

Swell.

"What?" He sounds far too amused with this.

"Well... Don't laugh. Dick." At least one of you is having a great time with this.

"You want me to-!"

"Okay! Nevermind, I take it back, fuck off." You don't actually think you can take it back, right?

No, this is too good for him to let go.

"No, please, keep going. I wanna hear about your hate crime fantasy."

"Shut up. I don't want you to fucking hate crime me, just... some homophobia. Directed at me."

"You've got problems, y'know that?" What you have is a specific scratch you want him to itch, is that too much to ask? Is he going to do it or not? You don't really want to have to ask. Again. "Okay, go on then, tell me about it. Is your gay boyfriend being gay not gonna ruin the fantasy, sweetheart?"

Somehow sweethearts never sounded sweet from his mouth. But he's really asking about it right? He's not making fun of you? Well, no, he's definitely making fun of you, but he's not just making fun of you?

Your annoyed expression is one of his favorite looks on you.

"For this... Particular fantasy," His smile's tugging at his lips and you glare at him before deciding you'll be looking straight ahead at the wall for the rest of this. "I would obviously prefer it, if you could not be my boyfriend and be more like, some straight guy I want to fuck, and who... I guess... is down to use me."

You take a look back at Jax to see how he's reacting and this time he's at least making an attempt at holding back his laughter.

"You mean a homophobic straight guy, right?" He's not trying that hard. Amusement and joy echos through every word he says.

"It's not funny, Jax!"

"Maybe not to you." He pokes your chest. "But I didn't ask for the opinion of some queer with a pathetic little crush on me, did I?" He gets off the bed and circles around to you.

Okay... So this is- you guys are doing this then?

"I- I don't..."

"Don't what? Have a pathetic crush on me? You're in my bed right now." Right. You're in his bed. And he's not anymore. "Did you come in here just to sniff at my sheets?" He accuses with a smirk.

Okay. this is what you're doing then. This is... sudden. But he's giving you what you asked for. Suddenly you feel like you shouldn't be in his bed, you jump out of it and now Jax is just a step away from you.

"N- no, I was just- I was..." He grabs you and swings you face first into a wall, holding your hands behind your back.

"You were just perving on me, weren't you faggot?" Your mouth falls open and you whimper. Arousal is making something in your circus body feel needy. He quickly pulls you away from the wall just a little so he can push you back on. "Weren't you?"

"I- yes." Your admission is quiet and ashamed. He spins you to look at him and hold your hands over your head.

"Because you're a pathetic faggot." You look down, not wanting to meet his eyes. An unaware observer might mistake your meek demeanor and uneven breathing for fear, but Jax knows what it really is. "Say it."

He picks you up by your wrists, holding them against the wall. It hurts. The pressure on your wrists and the weight on your shoulders.

"I'm a pathetic faggot." You rush out the words wanting to be put down. He lets go of your wrists and stands beside you as your feet hit the ground, so he can push you to your hands and knees while you're trying to catch your balance.

"That's right. And fags like you belong on their knees." His playful tone's malicious and you're eating it up.

You feel his foot hit your stomach hard and he does not go easy on you. Pain eats at your abdomen. You bring a hand up to try soothing the pain- and to protect yourself from another hit- but he kicks you in the side toppling you over. It wasn't as hard as the first kick, just hard enough to have you laying on the ground clutching your stomach and side.

He spits a command at you. "I said." He sits on his bed facing you. "On your knees."

You bring yourself to your knees in front of him, but can't bring yourself to meet his gaze. You have a pissed off expression but no objections. He likes seeing you hold your tongue like that. "Yeah, there's a good boy." He pets your head like a dog.

Your stomach is still aching and you take a breath through the pain. He pulls his hand away and his pseudo affection is gone. "Now. I want an apology. For you being a pervy little faggot."

"I'm sorry." Your still small voice has an air of stubbornness to it. Still irritable from the pain. He likes that. You pretending to be prideful. You can spike your tone with resistance all you want, but you're still not dignified enough to actually defy him, are you?

"For?" Yeah, you should have seen that coming. You swallow your pride if you have any left.

"I'm sorry. For being a pervy faggot." His body language is so relaxed and comfortable.

"Hm. Why? I mean you're not only sorry because I caught you right? You know why it's wrong then? Tell me why you're sorry for being a pervy little faggot." Is rubbing salt in the wound some kind of sport Jax could try out for?

"Because- "

"From the top."

Right.

"I'm sorry... For being, a pervy faggot. Because." You need to pause for a minute. Jax just looks at you expectantly with that smug look on his face. "Because. It was wrong of me, to invade your space for my own perverted agenda."

"That's right. It's not my fault you have this pathetic obsession with me. What were you even doing? I bet you wanted to get off in my bed, huh freak?" He punctuates freak with his foot tapping your forehead. "Here." He reaches his long arm over and snatches a pillow to toss at you.

It lands in your lap and you look up at him.

"go ahead. You wanna get off on my stuff don't you? You can use my pillow but I'm not letting you do your faggot shit on my bed."

His sadistic grin grows as you slowly take the pillow and position it between your legs. You look off to the side and slowly rock into it, gripping it tight. Jax starts laughing as you start moving.

"You can't be this desperate, you're actually doing that right now? In front of me?" You want to pick up your pace but you don't want to look any more needy than you already do. "C'mon, hump that pillow like it's my leg."

Like it's his leg.

You already were going to have to start putting more into it, but it might have been a little less embarrassing had it not coincided with his command.

Your eyes shut and you're trying not to focus on anything but the feeling of grinding into his pillow, and trying not to think about how he must be looking at you with all the little sounds you're making.

Times like this remind you of certain changes to your body. It can make things a little trickier sometimes. At this point you're trying so hard and you probably look so pathetic, squirming and panting like that, and the pillow is proving to be an insufficient means of achieving what's close to an orgasm in the digital circus.

"I- I can't, not enough."

"You wanna use your hands?"

"Yes!"

"Because you're a greedy little faggot?" Can he just not make this so hard for one second? At some point you've debased yourself enough for one night.

"Yea- Yes, because I'm a greedy little faggot." He delays his answer for a minute to watch you struggle on the floor, chasing whatever feel-good feelings you can get before he finally grants you permission.

You stick your hands between your thighs, rocking into them erratically, trying to feed your desperation with this stupid fucking ken doll body.

"Wow. You look so stupid right now."

You huff in annoyance- or maybe that's just you moaning at his words. You're sure he's right but it feels too good to stop just because you look a little stupid right now. It's almost hard to even care how you look, your brains getting all fuzzy and you're starting to get shamelessly lost in the feeling. Your moaning's getting less restrained as you fall into a pleasure daze.

Jax sits there watching you lose yourself. With your new shameless enthusiasm, his words start to come at you more rapidly.

"Look at you, you're such a pathetic little cocksucker aren't you? Just a stupid little faggot jumping at the chance to play with yourself in the same room as me. Did you have any self respect at the start of the day, or have you been like this the whole time?"

His words only encourage you more and he knows it. His insults make you whimper and you're too far gone to act proud, too far gone to do anything other than keep desperately touching yourself.

"You're my bitch and I didn't even have to touch you." Clear amusement is injected into his tone. Like he's so entertained by the sight of you. "Say you're pathetic."

"I'm pathetic." Your brain's too foggy to even consider defying his order. You're too close to let something as minor as thinking slow you down

"Ha! And, you're a stupid faggot." God, he is really enjoying this.

"And I'm a stupid faggot." He seems to find endless entertainment in your submission.

"And a sick pervert?" You start going faster and faster chasing release. You don't care what he wants you to say, he can pull whatever words he wants out of your mouth.

"I'm a sick pervert." So close. So close. So close.

"Who's obsessed with me?"

"I'm obsessed with you!" You finally hit your climax, leaning over the ground you start slowing down.

You take a minute to just breathe on the floor. In your clearer state of mind everything you just said- how you must have looked is hitting you and you can't look up at him.

"Yeah, there's a good boy." He reaches to pet you again. His gloved hand feels gentle against you, and he caresses your face.

You slowly lift yourself and get into bed, without looking at him and without a word you put your face in his chest.

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Bully! Jax X Reader hcs

My blog is 18+ MDNI

(GN reader, bullying, like seriously he bullies you, I think I made him worse than in canon but maybe not, NSFW, non-con groping, Jax is a bad person)

"he's mean because he likes you"

Is that actually true in this case? Sure...

He definitely does pay special attention to you. Congratulations on replacing gangle as his favorite victim

You hear that? You're his favorite.

That's why he puts bugs in your bed and trips you when you walk

It would actually not go well for you if you for some reason said you liked him.

He would just laugh and then not at all change his behaviour

Literally would not be above wedging you if your digital circus outfit allows for it.

Gangle feels bad for you.

Jax doesn't.

Really he's not all bad, I'm sure if you actually needed to eat he wouldn't push your plate into your lap whenever your guard is down.

But you don't need to so.

Will pick you up and hang you somewhere for someone else to find.

He's very touchy with you.

Pulling and stretching you, moving you around.

He likes to manhandle you, make you feel all small and exposed.

He likes how uncomfortable you are while not at all fighting it.

He wants to see how far he can take it till you snap

Eventually all his stretching your arms and pushing you around turns into poking and prodding at all your sensitive areas.

Soon he's slapping your ass to greet you.

Grabs your leg and lifts it so you're balancing on one foot while he's stretching your leg up.

Pokes between your legs and ask what you've got down there

It doesn't even matter if it's just smooth like a ken doll, it still feels... Violating.

He'll grope you like it's no different from what he usually does to you.

He'll try to find any crevices your new body might have.

Let him know what it feels like when he puts his fingers in them.

He likes to make you make sounds.

He knows this is different than before that's why he reserves certain behavior for when no one's around.

In a weird kind of way he develops a twisted sort of fondness for you.

He likes the way you just take it.

He finds himself feeling waves of affection for you, (not for the right reasons mind you) accidentally kissed your head/cheek once and then pushed you to the ground.

Realizing he feels that way low key makes it worse for you.

He'll be a cliche whenever able, you're lucky there aren't any bathrooms in the digital circus he'd straight up swirly you while grabbing at your crotch. (At least you know they can't be used)

Actually. "Caine, I know we don't need a bathroom, but it's about the experience! You give us food and beds right?"

Hope that he doesn't convince Caine because remember you don't need to breathe to live.

Oh. You don't need to breathe. He can make you hold your breath as long as he wants to watch your circus body do whatever it does.

Caine would like for everyone to get along. While Caine's there he'll shove your face in his armpit and call it a hug.

And for him it really is like hugging you. Look at you just taking it. Always just taking it. So good.

You're so good.

You're so good for him.

He appreciates it.

I don't think this was as long as I'd like but oh well.

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I'm mildly worried because I heard Jax is supposed to end up doing some irredeemably bad stuff which is totally cool with me I just don't want all my posts to have written him too nice and be super ooc

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Jax X Jealous Reader

My blog is 18+

Jax is always bullying gangle which appeals to a certain interest of yours, you get jealous when it's not directed at you

(GN reader, mild humiliation kink, bullying,)

I could probably make this a oneshot but I don't feel like it so... Bullet points

"Aren't you supposed to be submissive and agreeable?"

He said to gangle. And not you.

You're starting to get upset with the way he bullies gangle. It's not nice y'know and he should really treat people nicer and- it's not fair it should be you!

And Jax would have no problem with it, he'd never stop teasing him if you told him.

You just want him to bully you a little. More then he already does anyway.

Eventually he notices you sulking and always staring or trying not to stare when he's interacting with gangle. He thinks you're mad because he's being mean and you have a moral objection. It makes him a little worse towards gangle because he's trying to provoke you.

He ends up asking what your problem is

It is not easy to tell Jax that you're jealous. It's going to be even harder to explain why considering that made him start laughing at you, and doesn't he look so very pleased with himself?

Is someone not getting enough attention?

He can't believe it. You're jealous? Of gangle? Why? Did you mistake what he's doing for flirting?

"you're just always so mean to her and... You called her out for being submissive the other day, you're just like-" the more you talk the more a shit eating grin spreads across his face. The second you see how much joy he's taking in this is the second you tell him to fuck off.

You just wanted him to be mean to you? He can do that. For you. Since that's what you want. You're welcome.

He can call you out for being submissive in front of everyone really don't worry he's on it. The very next time you're disagreeing with him "what happened to that submissive attitude?"

Oh? Are you embarrassed now? He thought you'd like that.

Don't do something he asked you to do? "Oh but I thought you liked being told what to do?"

Tell him to stop, he's embarrassing you? "Don't you like being embarrassed?"

You may have made a mistake because at some point the whole circus knows what kind of thing you get off on

Anytime he sees you watching him being a dick to someone else he asks if you're jealous. If you wish he was talking to you like that.

He just starts doing kind of subtle things to emphasize his dominance to fluster you. Some of it seems innocent enough but he knows what he's doing.

He's never held your hand but now when he's walking with you he holds your wrist

You can either let him or try to stop him but if you try to stop him he's gonna make a big scene about it and you're not gonna get him to let go

If you're both sitting he rests his feet on you

He'll tell you to do something you were already going to do and then act like you obeyed his orders

I've said this before but he will smack your ass no matter where you are or who's there and tell you you're being bad

It's easier to just let him do it and roll your eyes at his antics

The first time he did that you objected so he grabbed your wrists, held them behind you, pushed you against the nearest surface, and spanked you to demonstrate that he could. Don't tell him what he can and can't do.

If you tell him to stop he'll start ignoring you and put his energy into bullying gangle.

Only until you tell him you want him to be mean to you again. And admit you're jealous. And say you're sorry for telling him to stop. And "Good, now say please."

Ragatha feels bad for you

Blink twice if you need help

Don't worry Jax will assure her of how much you like it

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Things Jax Does To Piss You Off

Jax x Reader hcs

My blog is 18+

Gender neutral

(Jax being an asshole, use of y/n,)

Even if you're tall, chances are he's taller, he crouches down to talk to you.

Goes through your room (hope there's nothing private in there..)

Tries different pet names till he finds the one that frustrates you the most, darling? Bunny? Kitten? Baby?

Ruffles your hair and taps your nose

Picks you up and refuses to put you down

Grabs your ass in front of the others

Will slap your ass and be like "bad y/n!"

Trips you

Pretended he was tying you up for some fun but then went to sleep and didn't untie you until he woke up

Treats you as expendable on adventures

Will never let you hear the end of it if he finds anything your shy or embarrassed about

Flirting with you and not taking you seriously when you're trying to tell him to stop being a dick

If he finds out what you're scared of he's suggesting an adventure themed around it to caine, even if it doesn't happen he likes watching you get freaked out when he suggests it

Likes to hide in your room, jump out and scare you

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Jax x Reader General HCs

Gender neutral reade, use of y/n

You're not getting spared from his antagonistic personality, actually sometimes it might even be worse for you.

He does actually develop a soft spot for you

If the others mention anything about his affection for you he's going to take it out on you during the next adventure. He'll be trying to prove he doesn't have a soft spot for you by being extra irritating and making things hard for you.

At some point you'll be met with the rare occasion of him saying something actually sweet to you, if you tell anyone it'll never happen again.

He loves PDA though

If you like to cling to him like a lovesick puppy in front of everyone go ahead, but you won't get any lovey dovey attention in return. You will get inappropriate comments from him. The kind of physical PDA you get from him will be him putting his arm around your shoulders, patting your head, poking you, or feeling you up.

If you suddenly feel a hand on your ass that's Jax.

He's not jealous but if he thought someone else in the circus liked you he'd try to make them feel stupid for it. "Oh? You like y/n huh? No no, it's okay, why don't you ask them out hm? I'm sure that would go real well- Oh y/n! Over here, yeah our friend here has something to ask you!"

He loves watching you get flustered or frustrated, if you really want him to back off for a minute start acting really sweet with him and behave as if that's what you two are like in private. He'll act unbothered by it because obviously no one's gonna think that's true but he will leave you alone for a minute because it's secretly kind of embarrassing him. Later he's gonna tell you not to do that again.

If you're trying to fluster him it's gonna turn into a game of chicken to see who's gonna get embarrassed and back out first

If you're spilling any secrets to him before he gets really attached to you they are not safe.

Once he starts to really like and trust you he'll start giving out casual affection and his antics will start seeming a lot less mean spirited

He would let you sleep in his room and then make it sound suggestive the next day "you enjoyed yourself in my bed last night." Knowing full well all you two did was snuggle and fall asleep.

Flirts with you all the time.

If you flirt back instead of getting flustered he's going to keep trying to take it further until it works