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The eyes

Pairing: Jack Mercer x Fem reader

Description: It's after dinner with your family that you and Jack realize your true feelings for each other

When you found out you'd be having dinner with your family next week you immediately knew that you had to bring Jack with you for him to officially meet your family since the two of you had been friends for the last few months and he had always heard how kind and truly wonderful your family was and you had told your family about him as well and they couldn't wait to meet the man who had become a true dear friend. You had recently met jack's brothers and their mother Evelyn a bit back with all of them approving and immediately liking you after seeing how you were with jack and just how much you truly cared and loved him unconditionally having all the love of a hundred people in your soul and heart and the true kindness that is rarely seen, given, and shared within the world at all let alone all for one single person so immensely and freely with no kind of limit, he was a bit surprised when you had asked him to come with you for your family dinner night since he had only heard a bit about your family and knew that you had dinner here and there but his heart swelled and he truly felt himself go completely head over heels for you all over again just like the first moment he met you that still felt like yesterday. A week later you and jack parked in the driveway of your mom's house before walking to the front porch where you used your spare key walking in where you saw your dad which made you smile so sweetly with joy as you hugged him before your ten year old sister Caraline or cara as she was always called by walked in the room and got so happy seeing you as the two of you shared a hug before you walked in the kitchen where your mom and older sister were, after helping set the table while they cooked and poured drinks for everyone you walked back to the living room only to feel your heart swell seeing jack with cara not noticing your mom watching and seeing just how much you loved and cared for jack in that moment before everyone was at the table as you introduced jack to them secretly glancing at him through the corner of your eye seeing how much calmer he was than normal and truly happy he was in this moment. Dinner was spent talking and catching up with jack fitting and blending in as if he had always been there for as long as you could remember before the two of you left and went back to your house in a silence both comfortable and filled with unspoken words as the two of you sat down before staring at each other with emotion leading to a gentle yet tender kiss being shared pouring out every feeling and ounce of love you had for each other that had bloomed over the last five months, "I saw...all the love in your eyes earlier...when we were with your family" those words made your heart burst as the kiss deepened leading to clothes falling to the floor trailing to your room before holding each other skin to skin as moans echoed in the room and tender whispers were shared between slow kisses and gentle thrusts until both of you were spent and asleep under the comforter like pieces of a puzzle finally pieced together.

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toying with the idea of shane marching around camp bein followed around by his two controversially young playthings who happen to be besties ♡ ꒰ˆ◞⸝⸝◟ˆ ꒱੭ﾞ.

bunny n puppy just love shane so much ! he’s so strong and a great mentor. they always feel safe when he’s around, especially now that he’s driving them out to the forest to teach them how to shoot. it’s great, for two girls fresh out of college there isn’t an ounce of competitiveness, hell — sometimes shane thinks they’re more in love with eachother than they are with him, hours spent pampering eachother, grooming one another like kittens until it’s time to mess around with him again at night.

shane would love to say that he seduced them and got lucky, but that wouldn’t be the full truth. he barely remembers it all — first the girls are following him around, following his every order, then they’re convincing him to teach them how to fight, and next thing he knows he’s in their tent, their plush lips making out around his drooly tip!

the others at the camp have their suspicions, but they don’t know what goes on beneath lantern light, or in the middle of the forest. not truly anyway. some of them even think it’s a great thing that shane has taken them under his wing.

if only they knew.

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I havnt seen twd yet, but I can imagine bun and pup keep Shane STRESSED tf out. Their one shared brain cell and "brilliant" ideas get them in so much danger and Shane is on watch duty to make sure they don’t die lol

sharing one braincell is so true 😭😭😭😭 he’s always yanking them by the scruff of the neck

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when shane starts to lose his mind on the farm n things get a lil weird … ૮ ྀི◞͈ ˔ ◟͈ ྀིა

he’s less secretive about his strange relationship with pup n bunny. infact, after a super bad day pup talks back to him too many times, tells him things he doesn’t wanna hear so ofc he has to punish her !!

he sends her off in this contraption so she can’t talk back for the rest of the day :(

he sends bun to stay with her and make sure she stays out of trouble !! someone else in the group finds her like that, drool down her chin, being consoled by bun :( he’s insane !!!!!!!!?!

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Oop pt. 2 of my little miss thought (I didn’t want to be long winded but I HAVE to share it because ugh, I can’t hold out)

Shane let out a long, drawn-out sigh, tilting his head back like he was asking the heavens for patience. Like he didn’t have better things to be doing than sitting here you pout at him like some spoiled little thing.

But still, he stayed.

Because no matter how irritating you could be, no matter how deep you dug in those little heels of yours, you were his, and Shane took care of what was his.

Even when you were being a pain in the ass.

“Punkin’,” he drawled, voice low, laced with something dangerously close to amusement. “You really gonna sit there and act all fussy after the damn day I just had?”

You huffed, arms crossed tight, lower lip jutted out just enough to be cute—which, frankly, only made him more exasperated.

“Y’ain’t got nothing to say?” He tilted his head, stepping closer, crowding into your space, making you feel the weight of his presence.

You squirmed, shifting your weight, and there it was. That hesitation. That little crack in your armor.

Shane grinned.

“C’mon, baby,” he cooed, all teasing, all condescending warmth as he reached for you, big hands bracketing your waist, thumbs slipping under the hem of your shirt, pressing against soft, warm skin. “Tell me what’s wrong, huh? You just need some attention? That it? You just want me to take you in my lap and rock you ‘til you stop fussin’?”

You flinched, trying to turn your face away, but he caught your chin, turning you right back, making you look at him.

“Oh, that is it,” he murmured, smug now, lips twitching up at the corners. “Ain’t it, baby? You just wanna be taken care of. Just wanna be my soft little thing, don’tcha?”

He pulled you in closer, arms winding around your waist, voice dropping to that slow, syrupy drawl that always, always made you go all warm and pliant in his hands.

“Well, sugar, you shoulda just said so,” he teased, nuzzling into your temple, voice all sweet and taunting. “Woulda saved us both the trouble.”

part 2 cos nonnie spoiled us!!!

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This is the most debauched thought I’ve ever had and I have to share it so it’s out of my brain (I am so sorry if you don’t fuck with this)

Shane with a piss kink. You’ve been making out with him in his lap for a loooong time and you tell him to stop for a second because you have to pee and he just pulls you back into the kiss and you huff but, duh, you’re never going to complain about him kissing you. So a little time goes by and he’s rubbing at your clit through your panties and you’re whining, telling him to stop because now you really have to pee. Of course, he’s not stopping. “well that’s just too damn bad, babydoll. We’re in the middle of something right now.” Eventually you get to the point where you’re crying with how desperately you have to pee and you’re crazy overstimulated and you can’t help it and you pee on him. Right there in his lap. And you’d start crying and apologizing and he’s, somehow, an absolute teddy bear about it while simultaneously being the biggest manipulative asshole. He’s hard as a rock, pressed up against your sopping wet panties and you’re so embarrassed because he is still playing with your pussy, even more mortified to process the fact that he never even stopped. Three times over that you’re on the verge of an orgasm just by the stimulation alone- even despite the embarrassment.

That night was the hardest he’d ever fucked you, the most he’d ever made you cum because he’s so damn proud of you and pleased with you and himself and you’re his so “who cares if you get a little messy with me, baby, it’s just daddy. Hmm? Just you and me here baby? If you want to be a freak and pee on me, that’s our business.” And you’d protest that you hadn’t wanted to at all and he’s just shushing you with sweet, placating little words. “Shhh, darlin’ it’s okay, don’t be embarrassed. You’re just a little thing, can’t help it. I know. It’s okay.” He’d be so smug about it- and already planning the next time he can make this happen.

LETS GO!!!!!!

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Yearning for more Shane x bunny x puppy :3. Bunny and puppy making bad decisions around camp and Shane has to fix their mistakes perchance

they always kind of loved getting in trouble with shane on a slow day. it helped passed the time. ໒꒰ྀི ˃ ∩∩ ˂ ꒱ྀི১

he’s got them leaned up against a fence, stood infront of the two guilty girls with his hands clasped at his front, gait wide.

“i told you walkin’ around like this ain’t right. it ain’t safe and it’s — this is hershel’s property alright y’cant just—”

he drones on, as bun n’pup attempt to keep the giddy grins off their faces. they’d gotten a hold of a bunch of bikini tops and had decided to walk around the farm wearing the tops with tiny denim shorts to accompany (which shane was certain they’d manually cut to be even shorter than they originally were) pup had chosen one that was blue gingham, whilst bunny was bouncing around in a pink number that was clearly a size too small. it was a real display.

“but it’s hot!” pup whines, earning a giggle from the other girl who clings to her arm happily and shane licks his lips in frustration, stepping up to the girls and gripping pups jaw gently.

“you ain’t gonna interrupt me when i’m talking, yeah? s’aint the playboy mansion you girls oughta change into something a little more appropriate alright? go on, go.” he lets go, pulling them both gently off the fence and sending them off with a soft slap to each of their asses as they pass him on the way back to their tent.

he knew he was way too soft on them, scrubbing a hand over his buzzed head as he watches them trot off happily. he’d hoped they’d atleast done a little sulking when he eventually traipsed after them to check in, instead finding them rolling around unclothed in the tent, worked up from shane’s little scolding.

“christ, just can’t keep your clothes on huh?” he sighs, defeated in the doorway watching them rut into eachothers glossy mounds.

“d’ddy s’not fair — we didn’t know you were comin’” bunny tries, drunk with lust as she flutters her eyelashes up at him from her hunched position, tits pressed to her less concerned partner.

“yeah well— guess we gotta have another talk when we’re done here.” he dismisses, no longer denying himself the pleasure as he makes quick work of removing his belt, tossing it aside to pull his hardening cock from his jeans and staring the girls down, approaching as he pumps himself.

they continue to hump away at the encouragement, shane’s tongue between his lips as he watches, occasionally chiming in with a disapproving tsk and a comment to the likes of “bad ass girls, i swear.”

the rolling of bun’s hips as she works her cunt against pups are stilled violently when she feels shane shove her forward, hand on her back as she falls chest to chest with pup with a squeal, the man skilfully slotting his cock between their aching slits, instructing them to grind once more. “cant let you have all the fun. y’all pissed me off after all.”

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was thinking about how soldier boy would work in a universe with no supes… n it got me thinking about divorcedneighbour!ben and hotyoungerneighbour!reader … ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ ౨ৎ

he moves into the house next door and he’s soooo tough and mean and scary, always drinking beer, smoking cigars, working out n keeping to himself… you find out he’s ex military and recently divorced his wife because people in your town talk and you can find out anything about anyone !!

you’re a sweetheart and can’t imagine how sad he must be on the inside so you’re constantly knocking on his door in your tiny little skirts just offering anything you can… extra cookies you baked, you offer to wash his car, you even hand him a set of keys and tell him to just go ahead and let himself in if he ever needs anything. the brooding man doesn’t say much, just sort of looks you over and tells you “not a good idea to just hand your spare key over to random men.” but you trust him so what’s the big deal !! <3

he’s bored one day and takes up your relentless offer to wash his car, thinking you’ll just give it a rinse over with the hose — but no, of course you’re out on the lawn in the tiniest bikini, suds rolling down your body sponging his truck down like something out of a playboy magazine from when he was younger. of course he sits out on his deck and watches with a beer, would be rude not to — and plus he doesn’t really give a fuck about the disapproving looks from the passers by. who were these people to stop him from enjoying a perfectly good show?

he’s trying to do right by you, kind of. he remembers being in his 20s just like you, being young and horny and always pushing his luck. now he gets to watch your desperate attempts through a frown and thick crossed arms— surprised by how relentless you could be.

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Thinking about soldier boy lowkey choking you out while he fucks you. Not enough to seriously hurt you, or anything, just enough to get you a little dizzy

he likes doing it because it gets you to shut up for once !!!!!!!!!!!! :( sometimes you resist him a little especially on days he’s really pissed you off, but as soon as he gets your ass in the air, dick in your guts and hand around your throat — you go all limp, drooly, only able to make little “uhhmh — uhhgh— mmph” sounds as he uses you like a lil sex doll :(!!

“yeah that’ll do it, huh? wanna do all that unnecessary talking but the second i get my hand round that throat you’re reduced to a dick obsessed bimbo. thats gotta feel good, don’t it?” he rasps, not even close to sounding wounded by the pace he’s going at. it was nothing to him, taking the whole weight of you and fucking you on and off his cock like you weighed nothing.

in any other situation, you would have called him a name for talking to you like that— but then and there you couldn’t care less. he could say what he wanted when he was hitting your spot the way he was.

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i just know soldier boy would take full advantage of puppy!reader’s humping problem 😭

oh definitely 😭 he’s such a sicko idk they’d all walk in and be like “SOLDIER BOY🤬” because he’s sat on the couch drinking beer letting you aggressively hump him…… and he just is all “what? ‘girls got needs. not like any of you pussies were man enough to help her out.”

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omggg just imagine soldier boy hunched over you driving into you at the speed of light pushing your thighs back so far with his supe strength you think you might knee yourself in the face

you keep crying for him whining daddy over and over again and he just tells you to “shut the fuck up” 🥲

you love when he gets all serious and concentrated, hands holding your legs up behind your knees, thick biceps tenses as he fucks you through the mattress with his brow frowned. its a moment where he seems… human. desperate for release, and knowing your clingy, slick walls are the only thing that can bring him that is a god-tier ego boost.

your brain is mush by this point, given that off principle soldier boy had fucked you through roughly three orgasms — making your convulsing hole so sloppy that strings of your release would string to his base each time he pulled out to thrust, and a wet slapping sound filled the room.

“mmph, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy!” you cry, because it’s all you can cry when he’s holding you down and ruining you like that.

“yeah i know baby.” he husks, thinking it’ll hush you but you continue, whining and squealing with each time he fucks in, bed violently creaking.

“da—daddy!” you wail, and he grunts — lips pressed together as he forces you back open when you clench too hard.

“ease up.” he instructs in concentration, but you’re hysterical— grabbing wherever you can reach.

“da—” you’re silenced by a hand over your mouth as he rocks you harder into the bed, jaw clenched.

“shut the fuck up, would you?” he all but growls, eyes shutting as he works himself up to your release. at his meanness, you do too.

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soldier boy is sooooo sexy because he keeps up the warm, charming, gentlemanly act if he wants to fuck you, until he’s got you in bed — where he’s immediately dropping the act :(

all those nice words and lingering soft gazes that he’s tried and tested to get women to melt have disappeared, only to be replaced with two strong hands manhandling you, gripping your arms and tucking them under your knees to hold your legs up and out of his way.

"you fuckin' keep these out of my way, yeah? let me work this tight lil' thing open."

he doesnt care if you get all whiny either, eventually tossing you onto your front so he can all but mount you, driving into you the way he needs. he holds your head off the mattress with a hand around your throat and jaw area, lips to your temple as he makes your eyes and pussy walls flutter.

“yeah. my good baby, taking that dick. gripping me so hard ‘can barely fuckin’ move. you missed me or something?”

you definitely had.

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soldier boy genuinely the type to have a cute lil wedding at a trashy elvis chapel n spend their honeymoon blowing off money at casinos n strip clubs n getting drunk n fucking all the time 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

godddd he literally is 🙄🙄 that deep voice tellin u “cmon baby, anything you’d like. on me.” and waving you into a store with wads of his cash, constantly grabbing n slapping ur ass and doesn’t care who sees, fucking u against the giant window in ur hotel room :((

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walking through the forest with soldier boy after some random mission had occured that you accidentally got sucked into and you’re mouthing off so naturally he drags you to the nearest tree, presses your cheek into the bark, manhandles your skirt up around your waist and starts making you count how many times he spanks you :(

and that supe strength makes them sting, ass all sore as you cry, trying to crane around and look at him for sympathy — but all you get is a blunt “i warned you, baby.” with a shrug. “play stupid games, win stupid prizes.”

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this with soldier boy? thoughts ...

riding him whilst holding his cigar for him? oh yes.

he’s smirking all lazy, reclined back with a hand resting behind his head as he watches you — shameless about the way his eyes drifts from your tits and the way they sway with each rut.

he’s being mean— because being mean gets you off, tsking disapprovingly when your shaky fingers fumble by his lips nearly dropping the cigar all together.

“watch it.” his deep voice rattles your very being and he feels you clench around his cock, nodding apologetically as you whine, brows all furrowed pathetically. it was hilarious to watch. “and put some elbow grease into that hip movement, sweetheart. papas had a looong day. need you to ride me properly. you are cut out for this, aren’t you?” he questions before taking a long drag, eyes slightly squinted yet staring into your soul before blowing the smoke out the corner of his mouth.

“yes!” flies out of you desperately. “b—better than anyone! pleaseughh—” you plead, hips rolling frantically as you fuck down on him, his cigar bumping his bottom lip rhythmically.

“mmm. that’s more like it.”

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soldier boy pushing your head down on his dick and smoking his cigar casually as if his tip isn’t bruising the back of your throat

he’s got his grip on the back of your neck like you’re a stray kitten, using it as leverage to control you. you swear everything burns, from your throat — to the snot stinging your nostril to the tears clouding your eyes. you’d never had his dick this deep in your throat.

“thaaaats it.” he hums, taking a leisurely drag of his cigar and blowing it upward into the air as he relishes in the feeling of your wet tunnel clasping him. “now i’m not a fucking little pussy like those other boys you’ve probably sucked off before me. probably letting you fondle their tip for three minutes, maybe tickle their nutsack before letting you spit their seed out. with me you do the job right.” his large hand slides up to your hair, gripping it to pull you all on way off him, staring into his eyes as you splutter. “and you breathe when i let you breathe.”

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maybe reader complaining about soldier boy smoking so he ties her up w a vibrator to her clit and smokes in front of her… 🤭 he’s so mean (we love it)

there wasn’t many things you hated, especially not when it came to soldier boy. you liked the things most people didn’t like about him — the fact he was ruthless, the fact he could be cold toward others, brutal. his character itself was perfect, and the more he was around you the happier you were.

what you couldn’t stand, was the smoking.

you get it, he comes from a different time before all the anti-smoking propaganda. he was mostly indestructible, so the health thing wasn’t exactly a concern— but he was getting too comfortable. smoking in your apartment, stinking up your pretty little living space — and that, you couldn’t do.

you come home from the bakery, baguette beneath your arm and a couple of moorish pastries bagged up in each fist ready to put away until you needed the snack — and there’s ben, staring pensively over the city, staring out your window, smoking.

“ben.” you pout, stopping your movements in putting away your purchases to lightly stomp your foot. “i told you.”

“told me what.” he hums, barely listening as he was clearly in deep thought. you huff, you hate when he got into these grumpy moods.

“you can’t just smoke in my apartment! atleast open a window.” you stomp over to the window beside him, pushing it open and staring at him pointedly. what you wanted to him to do, was chuck it out. but instead, he simply stares at you — taking a long drag. you purse your lips angrily, trying to think of another argument to make him speak atleast. “you know that’s bad for you.” you point your chin up, matter of factly. he reacts now, turning a little more toward you with a chuckle.

“for me? you do know i’m…” he taps a heavy fist over his lungs. “pretty indestructible, sweetheart.”

“okay, well have you considered that it’s bad for me? not everyone is a supe, you know.” you’re getting more and more hot and bothered by the fact he just won’t listen. he watches you before rolling his eyes up at the ceiling.

“you don’t seriously believe all that second-hand-smoke bullcrap, do you? god damn, what in the fuck are they teaching kids in school these days? school wasn’t that long ago for you now, was it?” his irritation turns to amusement as he smirks down at you cruelly, addressing the age gap between the two of you meanly.

“you’re being unfair.” you step closer, and he smiles, taking a drag before blowing a cloud of cigar smoke in your face.

“and what the hell are you gonna do about it, babyface?”

naturally, you throw a tantrum — and wind up right where you thought you might, on your bed with your legs spread. but your man isn’t between them, no. he’s pulling up a chair with a new cigar between his lips, having just finished tying you open on the bed, vibrator pressed firmly to your aching clit.

“now i’m not a bad guy, sweetheart.” he begins, voice rumbling deep making you clench around nothing. “am i? didn’t gag you, not yet anyway so you can fuckin’ respond when i speak.” he prompts, nodding to you before taking another long drag. the room is cloudy now, but not as cloudy as your brain.

“n—nuh—no!” you whine pathetically.

“too right. no. done a lot of bad things, sure. fucked up a loooot of people. but i’m not bad. not to you.” he pauses thoughtfully. another drag. you’re raw and aching and you just wanna cum but it’s just not enough. “so i think it’s fair… that i get to do whatever the fuck i want around here, and as long as i’m treating you like a pretty princess — you can’t tell me shit. does that sound fair to you?” he tilts his head, raising his eyebrows and you mewl. you want to say no. you don’t agree. but fuck, you loved him.

“yes!” you squeak.

“yes who?”

“yes sir.”

with that, he smiles slowly, reaching over and stubbing the cigar out on the ashtray he’d placed on your pretty pink dresser. standing, you finally see the length of him tenting his pants and you suddenly start feeling like maybe the little vibration he’s offered you is enough to make you cum, because you start throbbing.

ben cups your cheek, stroking a thumb over your forehead, then your cheek, and then tugs playfully at your bottom lip as you stare up, glassy eyed, whimpering and desperate. “sweet thing.” he tsks, giving in and kissing you.

he tastes like tobacco, and you don’t even mind.