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xx-lemon-drop-xx · 1 year

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Bestiiieeeee hiiiiiiii!!!!!

May I request some kink headcanons for Jack, Loki, Hermes, Poseidon, and Hades please? Thank youuuu!! Love you bestieeeee!!!

WORMYYYYY <3

Hi Bestie :3

Warnings: Spit kink, Thigh riding, knife kink, mentions of blood, Size kink, choking, bdsm, Degradation (Use of words such as whore, slut.) Gn reader, ooc ror characters.

Request: Yes.

Words: 1,211

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Jack The Ripper

Jack is into some… Pretty intense shit I feel. Though that also comes with being a murder, I don't think he can be with someone that simply just likes vanilla.

He definitely has a knife kink. Let him drag that blade down your skin and watch the cripples of red that come to the surface. You look so much prettier in red, after all.

Let him lick the blood off of you, tongue dragging across all of the sensitive crooks and crannies of your body. He'll bite and suck pretty red marks all over your body, worshiping you thoroughly.

Jack has a thing for choking you during sex. His thrusts are hard and fast too, though he makes sure to reach all of the right places.

He enjoys when you crawl on top of him to initiate anything intimate. If he's buried in a book just gently push him back and crawl on top of him. Straddle his hips and trail your fingers over his chest, he'll be hooked onto you.

He does enjoy some bondage. He likes seeing you all tied up and pretty for him.

If you're being too loud he won't hesitate to shove his fingers down your throat and choke and gag you on them. Be good for this Pretty little Psycho, okay?

Loki

Another one that's into pretty intense shit.

Have you ever had sex while in the air before? Because with this God that's exactly what's going to happen.

You better be able to shut your mouth because he just loves doing it in public. If you get caught he isn't stopping later. He'll tease and call you names, showing you off to whoever caught you in the moment.

He's the definition of a sadist. You will be his cock sleeve. He's another one that enjoys choking the daylights out of you.

Every wonder what that long tongue of his can do? Nothing not sinful, I'll tell you that much. He's able to reach so deep into that hole of yours. If you're not squirming and writhing under him he's not stopping.

He's as Much of a Dom as he is a Bottom. Loki is the complete definition of a switch.

He's very whiny when he's a bottom. Be careful with him, he's sensitive. (Don't be careful with him.) Twist and pull his nipples, bite him, absolutely demolish him, he loves it.

He's very much into denying you of your orgasm as much as he's into you denying him of his orgasm.

Hermes

Has more vanilla than the rest but he can still be rough.

He likes hard slow thrusts that make you squirm. He does like going around 2-3 rounds before he's tired out and wants to sleep.

He will push your mouth open and spit into it. Praise him. Worship him. He is your God. He is your everything. Thank him for spitting on you. Thank him for calling you names.

Speaking of names, he will degrade you with a mixture of praise. Though, it is more degradation than praise.

Hands down the best at After care. He'll massage you, he'll get you drinks, he'll draw a bath for you. Just let him pamper you please, it's what he does after being so rough with you.

Please cock warm him. He enjoys being inside of you while reading or relaxing in general. Zeus usually has him running in circles, treat this gentleman well.

Not only is sex love making to him but it's also a type of stress relief for him. Hermes is always wound up in some way.

He will have quickies, though he does prefer being in the bedroom more than anything.

Poseidon

The King of domination. Be scared for your weeping hole, this God is huge in size.

Definitely has a size kink. He enjoys seeing your stomach bulge by the mere size of his cock. You'll catch him pressing down on the bulge or just caressing your stomach in general.

He's very heavy on degradation. If you can't take hard core heavy name calling its best not to be in a relationship with you.

Poseidon also likes cockwarming. He'll have you sitting on his cock for hours and everytime you wiggle even slightly he adds more time to it. It's best to just obey his orders.

Rough sex is always sex with him.

Rut on his thigh like a bitch in heat, or if he is in a punishing cruel mood perhaps he'll have you rut against his shoe.

Don't forget to lick it clean afterwards.

Definitely into Bdsm. He's not going to be nice to you, either. He thrusts hard and fast and your body will be sore in the morning. You will be leaving scratch marks on his back when he goes down on you.

But that's okay, Poseidon likes pain.

Hades

The King of Big dick himself?

Definitely has a size kink, have you seen the bulge in his pants? He probably has the biggest cock out of the gods, he loves seeing your stomach bulge as he bullies his cock inside of you.

Hades always makes you feel like your filled to the absolute brim, though that's because you literally are. But that's okay, he'll mold the shape of his cock into you so it'll be nice and comfortable.

Likes Cock warming. Hades always has loads of paperwork to do and with his brother's shenanigans on top of it he's stressed. Just be nice and sit on his cock for him while he completes paperwork, he'll reward you nicely afterwards.

Another one that's onboard with Thigh riding. He'll help you rut your hips against his thigh until you're whimpering and moaning into his shoulder limp as hell.

He's much more vanilla than most of the other gods, though that doesn't mean Hades doesn't like to be a bit experimental.

Bestie Bonus: Shiva

Another big dicked bitch.

Once again this man has a size kink, he likes seeing you struggling to take in his size. This man also has a pretty dick, you know all the lines on his body? They're on his dick too. And there's a large pretty vein that goes all the way down the back of it.

He's thicker than he is longer.

He has four arms for a good reason. The way he can maneuver you around is amazing, and it's never a struggle to get you in all the correct positions he wants you in.

He'll lay back and let you do whatever you want to him on the lazier nights, but don't get too cocky, he's still a Dom through and through.

He'll spit in your mouth and look cocky while doing it. Shiva also loves leaving marks all over your body.

He'll worship your thighs. Literally. Leaves bites, Hickey's, and all types of marks on your thighs.

If you have a voice kink it's your time to Shine. Shiva loves whispering in your ear during sex, telling you how much of a whore you are, or a slut you are. How beautiful you are under him like this.

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heluvaku · 11 months

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May I request a Jack x Reader smut hcs?

𝒥𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑅𝒾𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝒮𝓂𝓊𝓉 𝐻𝒸𝓈 .

Jack | "The Ripper" x Gender-Neutral Reader Smut Headcanons .

warnings ; smut , praise , slight degradation , dirty talk , cockwarming , marking , size difference , oral (f and m receiving) .

authors note ; oh my god this was so fun . jack is so fine oh my goodness gracious i just had to do this . my boyfriend loves him too so I cracking my knuckles and giggling deviously when I saw this in my inbox . anyways have fun reading anon !!

✦ Oh lord where do I even start.

✦ He LOVES dirty talk. Definitely one of his favorite things to do.

✦ He likes it when you sit on his lap. That being said, he enjoys thigh riding.

✦ Whispers praise in your ear while you get off grinding on him. He'll moan a little too if you grind down on his cock.

✦ He enjoys cockwarming. He pretends nothing is happening and will start a conversation with you or paint while humming a tune.

✦ He'll thrust up into you to tick you off. Don't try to ride him, though. He'll shame you for being a whore and fuck you for hours on end. Hypocrisy, I know.

✦ Pretty vocal. He'll whisper sweet nothings in your ear while dicking you down or fingering you, moaning in your ear about how much he wanted this. How much he wanted you.

✦ There's bound to be a size difference between you both. Jack's about eight ft. tall. Good luck soldier.

✦ Jack's dick is long. Seriously. He likes receiving oral from you for that reason. The sight of you gagging on him and tearing up gets him going.

✦ He'll give you oral every once in a while, but when he starts he doesn't stop. He can't bring himself to. Your cries and whines while pulling on his grey hair will forever spur him on, no matter how long it's been since you two have been going.

✦ Jack doesn't really have a favorite position, but his go-to is most certainly G-Whiz.

✦ He'll throw your legs over his shoulders, put his hands on your thighs, and start thrusting at a agonizingly slow pace, speed increasing with every whimper of his name.

✦ For AFAB readers, Jack would know about putting pressure on lower abdomen to stimulate the G-Spot further. His dick can already hit your cervix with every thrust, so expect cumming quicker than usual each time.

✦ Jack has a habit of getting rougher when he's closer.. You'll have multiple hickies and bitemarks on your neck by the end of it.

✦ He's happy yet disappointed at this.

✦ Jack would usually put his marks on specific places of your body - places where nobody but him would see. Your upper thighs, collarbone, chest, etc.

✦ The sight of his marks on your neck make him smile to himself, knowing that he only can do that to you. The pleasure of knowing that he's yours will always bring him joy.

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moeyes · 1 year

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"the art of eye contact" ♡ | jack the ripper

pairing: jack the ripper x fem. reader

warnings: 4.9k words, smut, pwp, a little modernized (since the reader is a working girl), older man/younger woman dynamic (reader is in her late twenties), flirty banter, making out, cunnilingus, squirting

synopsis: the gentleman that you've been crushing on takes the initiative for the both of you.

JACK WAS A STRANGER TO HEARTFELT GESTURES AND THE RECEIVING OF BENEVOLENCE FROM OTHERS. If was ever managed to grace him, it was played out by the worst of actors and actresses that played significant roles in his childhood, trying to coarse him into doing their bidding. Learning from the folly and disingenuous attitudes reflected by the older "role models" that were in his life for a shorter period than average, Jack took the route less traveled during the grueling period in Great Britain and sought out the act of gentlemanliness. He was far from being good, but presenting himself as a bad person felt wrong to him.

Why show others everything he loathes about his uprising? The wrongful coercion, the haughty insults, and the destructive perspective on what life is full of were not what Jack wanted to reap onto others. He had this upstanding belief, a thorough philosophy that a gentlemen's deeds must match the words he spills from his lips. A façade that is offensive and distasteful is not how a gentleman would portray himself. In recognition of this, no matter how vicious venom would be shot in his direction, he would take it with the utmost grace and not reciprocate, but kill his prey with a kindness that reduces them to nothingness.

He was prideful in this skill that he practiced throughout his adulthood, and daresay believed he perfected this persona far better than any other man who presented himself to him. Women also became more apparently charmed by the way Jack carried himself, as well as the respect that he showed to every fair maiden he crossed paths with. You found yourself to have clambered on the same boat with some of the ladies who were cheekily stealing glances at the older man; fortunately, you had a better viewing spot from your spot at the cash register.

He had this prestigious elegance about him that separated him from the commonfolk-- especially with his opaque, steampunk monocle that shielded his right eye from public view. Silver hair gleamed in the natural light from the windows, making his pale skin all the brighter as his gaze was currently transfixed on the fresh brioche loaf he cradled carefully in his hands.

His gloved hands were long and slender, working well with the leather material that matched the dark palette of his attire. He was proving to be more of a distraction the more you continued to watch him. You began to wonder what he was going to pair with the freshly baked bread, or maybe whether or not he was going to take a ponder at the pastries at the other end of the store.

You decided that it may be best to leave him to his devices and preoccupy yourself with the work that was present in front of you. The moment your attention was away from him was the moment that he allowed his eyes to peer over at you. It was only fair; after all, you were watching him for quite some time. He had a few years over you, but it was something that didn't concern you with the way your gaze lingered on him for so long.

Jack couldn't deny that you were a rather exquisite maiden, with the way your aura exclaimed the impurity of your thoughts so vividly, so shamelessly. There was no reason to deny either of you the fortuitous opportunity that presented itself forward-- it would be rather ungentlemanly to do so. "Excuse me, my dear," The clacking of his dress shoes against the hardwood flooring made you apparent of his steadfast approach over to the counter. "I don't mean to disrupt you, but I wish to ask your opinion on a matter." You were well aware that he was addressing you with a friendly phrase, but you couldn't help the warmth that rushed to your cheeks from his sensuous voice.

Turning around to face the man, you didn't realize how close you were in proximity to him, along with the fact of how he had a bit of height over you. Clearing your throat, you responded with, "Of course! I am here to assist however I possibly can." Tying your greeting with a charming smile, you looked into his eyes, directing your focus onto him. "Oh, you're far too kind, milady!" He was quick to smile back at you out of gratitude, bringing up the loaf of bread that he had been studying for quite some time.

"You see, I have been attempting to explore my culinary skills with more foreign flavors, so I wanted to make a charcuterie board for the first time, but I am unsure of what type of bread would best compliment the cheese and meat that I have chosen." He was rather sophisticated, a trait that was shown even in his ramblings as he spoke out his woes to you.

"The bread that is typically used with charcuterie boards is French sourdough, but if you're not a fan of that type of bread, you could always pair your selection of sides with your favorite crackers," Trying to present him with a selection of options, you stepped away from the counter to present him with the particular baked good that you were advertising. "The beauty with what you're making is that you can fill them with all the things that you like!"

There was not a single moment where you didn't feel his eyes by the nape of your neck, peering over your shoulder to inquisitively watch your every maneuver. "Do you have any suggestions that I may partake in? I would love your input, my dear." There it was again, that oh-so-sweet term of endearment that made your grip on the soft loaf tighten slightly.

"Um, my personal preference would be the bread since it pairs well with vinaigrettes if you have that on your board! It absorbs the flavor better than crackers, and you can choose to have the crunch if you toast it, or you can just have it soft..." Your voice trailed off as you turned your head to look up at him, staring into that oh-so-entrancing eye, your curiosity only piqued by what color was hidden on the other side. Why did he bother to hide it? Is it a different color from his already present silver iris? You had no idea.

His gaze was intense, and it was proving more and more difficult to tear yourself away from it. So many unspoken things that were being poured out with a singular look made you utterly breathless at the mere prospect of it. "Ah, give me just a moment, I'll provide you with a sample to see if the bread's to your liking." Distancing yourself away from him was the best incentive that you could think to do at the moment.

Bringing the bread over to the nearest cutting board, you brought the bread out of its packaging to cut off one of the ends to serve him. His gloved hand made contact with your exposed one, feeling the cool fabric glide against your skin for much longer than you would consider proper. "You're far too kind to a man such as me." He hummed, taking his time to take a bite out of the small portion. "You flatter me, good sir. I'm simply helping out a regular who purchases my family's goods daily," Resealing the bread, you proceeded to hand him the bread, to which he responded to you with a raised brow. "I can't sell this now that I have taken a piece off of it, so you're more than welcome to have it." Trying to cover up your gesture with a sense of formality, you watched as a smile, one that was more genuine than the first one he shared with you.

"I couldn't possibly-" "I insist. I want to know what you think of my suggestion." The instance he attempted to return the bread into your hands, you ushered it back in his direction with your palms, eyes returning to stare at his own. "Milady, what is your name?" The question certainly threw you off, but you didn't see an issue sharing it with him; at any rate, you do see him most days out of the week.

You introduced yourself, reaching for the sides of your thin skirt to act out a poor curtsey. "Quite a fitting name for a beauty such as yourself. It's a pleasure to be in your presence, my dear," You broke away from his stare bashfully, recognizing the evident ability that he had to swoon you with ease. "My name is Jack, and if you could forgive my boldness, I would love it if you could accompany me this afternoon for tea." Sealing his proposal with a tilt of his head, bowing slightly in your direction.

Oh my, now this was an unexpected turn of events. You were left flabbergasted at his sudden invitation out. Was this a date? It most certainly sounded like one to you, and there was no reason to deny yourself the pleasure of going out with such an eye-catching gentleman. "M-My shift ends at three-thirty if you don't mind waiting for me to close." You unintentionally bit your lip, looking over at the workload you've been postponing due to the very man in front of you. "It's no problem at all, love; in fact, I would be more than happy to help you finish cleaning up." The more Jack continues to throw those little nicknames loosely around you, the harder it is to stop thinking about those sinful ideas that are whirling around the surface of your head. "Your help is greatly appreciated, Jack." The first time you said his name, it simply felt so right hearing the way you played with the sound on your tongue.

It was quite divine seeing the way your aura flickered with a twinge of embarrassment, nervousness, and even joy. It created such a beautiful color that he wished to see more of it. Throughout his time assisting you, Jack would never let you carry anything heavy, always taking it out of your hands and letting you guide him around. During his heavy lifting, you were pleasantly surprised to see how fit he was, carrying stacks of boxes with relative ease. If he was struggling, he was doing a miraculous job concealing it, without even a drop of sweat forming across his chiseled cheeks. Even while working, he made an effort to talk with you, and learn about you outside of work along with the things that you enjoyed; although, you noticed his reluctance to share some information with you.

You didn't take much offense to it though, he had no obligation to dump his whole life story on you and that's okay. Jack acted as more of a listener than a talker, so it was up to you to fill that void of silence with lighthearted, casual small talk. It continued as such even long after the shop was closed, and Jack was escorting you to his "humble abode", as he referred to it. Your arm was nestled under his own as you allowed him to guide you through the bustling streets of London.

The sky had a permanent gray tint hanging above the space you noticed the rim of your skirt dampening as it grazes the pavement with each step. "Don't fret, dear. We're almost at my humble abode." The man reassured you with a gentle smile, squeezing your hand slightly as you found your lips curling upwards in response. Younger suitors were much rowdier, not caring much for the state of your dress, or having to make you walk far distances, but Jack was older, and with a different uprising, carried different values to those men that had caught your eye before.

He liked hearing about you and listening to you speak as he helped you when things needed to be done. You've had brief conversations with the man before, but this situation contrasted entirely with what you were familiar with. It felt like this was the first time he was reaching out to you, and you liked being seen by him, being touched by him. This little crush that started months ago has fermented for far too long and has even affected you with the slightest of grazes by his fingertips whenever he acknowledges you with the sweetest of names that one would be referred to if they were lovers. And now, you were coming over for tea, as well as an all too late lunch, in his home. These thoughts were overwhelming, realizing how you were all too quick with accepting a person's-- no, a man's invitation into his home, of all places.

You had lost your opportunity to back down the moment you snapped out of your mind's flurry of thoughts when you were amazed by the sight of the estate. Jack was much more well-off than he lead on, his home standing out from the others with the vibrant array of potted plants decorating the front of his house. "I see that you have quite the green thumb, sir." Jesting the man playfully, you trace one of the spade-shaped leaves peering in your direction.

"Ah yes, I started upkeeping them a month or two ago, and I am relieved to say that they still have much more time before they fully flourish." He explained, untucking his arm away from yours. You nearly frowned at the loss of contact before you felt that he didn't plan on letting go of your hand anytime soon as he fished for his keys in his coat pocket. Jack practically rebuked you every instance you offered to hold the bread in your hand, so he had it tucked under his arm as he unlocked the door, holding it open for you to walk in first.

Books were stacked on tall standing bookshelves that stood throughout one wall of the living room, where an accent table stood in the center of the vintage rug while two cozy-looking couches were by the corners of the table. There weren't too many decorations on the walls, besides a few landscape paintings of some of London's famous sightings and playbill covers for well-known plays and operas that have crossed town throughout the years.

"You know, I didn't take you for being a man interested in the arts." A coy remark slips past your lips as you examined the wall plastered with all different types of productions-- some that you knew, and others that were foreign to you. "Hmm, is that so? What type of man do you take me for then, my dear?" Jack's voice became closer with each word he uttered as he made his way to your side.

"I presumed you to be a man more fixated on the state of world affairs, or perhaps having more interest relating to historical studies," You looked to your side to see him staring at his books with a fondness that warmed your heart to see. "You carry yourself highly, so I thought your interest would align with more invigorating things in the world." Flattery was hard for Jack to accept, much harder to do from someone that Jack himself had an interest in. To see how you express your thoughts about him full of so much reverence, that it was hard for Jack to muster a response. Everything about you was so earnest and kindhearted, that it was hard for Jack to pull away and recompose himself. He had grown far too used to your floral perfumes that filled his nose whenever he was by you, and he could taste all the love poured into each baked good served to the public.

He simply couldn't get enough of you, and what you had to offer. "You think far too highly of me, darling. Besides, I grew up surrounding myself with these whimsical stories I hold dear, so it would be hard not to love them even now." The silver fox was brimming with delight, gliding his hand across the hardcover spines of the books beside him. You were pleasantly surprised to hear Jack briefly discussing precious memories from his past, it was the last thing you expected to hear him talk about.

"It's a wonderful thing to be able to find comfort in these stories." You responded, not being able to break away from staring at the soft expression that appeared on his face. It was your favorite expression of his yet, the way his silver eye soften as his lips were curved into a small smile. It wasn't something exaggerated or plastered, it was an expression so simple, yet so genuine that left you with only one thought in your mind.

You wanted to kiss him, so badly that you psychically acted without a second thought. Grabbing at his tailcoat with one hand, the other placed on top of his chest, you directed his body to focus on you and your actions. Jack was most certainly perplexed with the sudden boldness to take place with your hand placement, seeing how your aura fluctuates with each passing second. He wouldn’t let you know the way he was secretly anticipating your next course of action. Would you retreat, letting him take control of the situation, or would you take charge, taking it into your own hands to let your dirty, little fantasies finally come to fruition?

He nearly held his breath waiting for what was to come next. “Jack… May I?” Your voice came off meek, so quiet that if you weren’t as close to Jack as you were now, he wouldn’t be able to hear you. “I’m not sure what you’re asking for, darling,” Jack taunted you, placing his cold hand over the one that resided on top of his chest. “What exactly do you want from me?” Your breath hitched in your chest, your mouth becoming dry as you looked up at the whirlpool of emotions that clouded his eye. So much desire hazed over them, the lust that practically burned your skin as he stared you down, challenging you to respond to his wishes. “Please let me kiss you.” Jack didn’t give you the chance to back down, his hand making quick work to grasp your chin, tilting it upwards to meet him halfway into his kiss.

For how cold his lips were, the way his mouth pressed onto yours was searing, making you dizzy as he backed you up against the bookshelf. Your hands moved from his chest, entangling them instead in the silver strands that enticed you to tug him closer to you. For how patient he acted, he was desperate to feel more of you with the way one of his hands sneakily brought itself to the nape of your neck.

You shivered at the leather texture rubbing against your skin, feeling light goosebumps arise in response to his lingering touches. You knew that everything about this was risqué, far from what would be civil for first meetings, and even dates, but your mind was too far gone to question what is wrong or right about this. All that you knew is that you'd never wanted anyone more than you wanted Jack at this very moment.

His kisses alone cast you under a trance, following at his pace without hesitation as your hungry mouth only ached to feel his right beside them for as long as your lack of breath would allow you. Both of you were aware that one of you would have to stop, and Jack, being the much more sensible one, pulled away first. "How divine you are, my dear." He purred into your ear, seductiveness etched into his tone and making you nip at your bottom lip. "Why, I can say the same about you, good sir."

Batting your eyelashes at Jack, your eyes trailed to that oversized coat, and a part of you started to hate the way it covered up too much. Taking the initiative, you relinquished your hands away from his tousled hair, sensually tiptoeing your fingertips down from the shoulder pads of his coat to underneath, where his white button-up shirt was exposed to you. "My, what do you plan on doing to me?" His breath fanned against your ear in battered breaths as he spoke, the monocle once nestled against the bridge of his nose now slipping off.

"Getting a better look at you." More specifically at what's under his big layers of clothes, but Jack didn't need to know all the details. "Well, if that's what you plan on doing," He stated, suddenly grabbing your wrists with his hand, before slamming them upwards against the bookshelves. Jack had a lot more strength than he was letting off with his appearance with how tight his grip was. "Then I must insist that I go first." A sly grin took place on his face as he used his free hand to take the loose monocle off his ear.

He hummed delightfully at the full exposure he had to see you with his second eye. It was a deep pool of crimson to color his right eye, similar to the dark velvet that accented his attire, and you were allowed to marvel at his uncommon beauty. "Your eye..." You wished that you could move your arms, so you could reach out and touch his slimmed cheeks once again. "It's breathtaking." Your bluntness was always something Jack was taken aback by, seeing the way your aura never demonstrated anything malicious with your words.

He didn't reply to you with words but instead peppering kisses on the side of your neck. He was skillful with his hands, toying with the sleeves of your dress until they became undone. The cool air brushed against your skin as the thin layers began to slip off due to Jack's swift ministrations like a veil. It was hard to conceal any noise from the way Jack tries to pull the noise from your throat with his open-mouth kisses and his rhythmic massaging of your breasts.

The constant changes in pace from kisses to nips to even biting made your head spin in pure pleasure. Failing to hold back your voice any longer, you released a breathy moan from your chest, tilting your head back to provide more leeway. He continued to lather your neck with his kisses until he decided that there was still so much to be seen, so much more his hands had to explore. "My love, would you be dear to me and accompany me to the sofa? I want you to be as comfortable as possible for what I'm about to do next."

Eagerly, you nodded your head, feeling his grip loosen on your pinned wrists, taking one of your hands in his own as he escorted you to the plush cushioning that was now beneath your bottom. Jack didn't sit next to you; instead, he knelt in front of you as he began to tug down on the bottom half of your dress, itching to see the rest of your body. "Look at the way your undergarments are drenched, my love." The way his hands hooked around your hips to pull down your panties, feeling how the leather from his hands contrasted the warmth pooling from your skin. It was an overall swift movement, and by the time you finished blinking, your underwear was dangling right in front of your very face. They were a very plain pair of yours, a dainty white color with a very apparent damp spot square in the center of them. “How long have you been like this for, I wonder?”

Oh, for far too long, but you couldn't reveal that to him. It would be far too humiliating to share what you've been like since your walk to his place. Your lips were pressed tight in a thin line, unable to let the truth escape from your mind until the sudden sensation of his unscathed hand spread open your lower lips. Instinctively, you attempted to press your legs together, but Jack persisted, parching one of his arms up on the sofa, pushing your legs away from one another. "Ah, ah, ah, we can't have you hiding away from me now. I want to see all of you." Jack continued to tease your inner folds, the contrast of warm and cool temperatures dancing on your skin so freely. His touch felt good, but it wasn't enough.

Jack was practically toying with your body, observing what movements make your face contour in varied expressions that make him hum in delight. It was clear that he was to bring you to the breaking point before he ever let you unravel in the pleasure you so very crave. Jack continued to tease your inner folds, the contrast of warm and cool temperatures dancing on your skin so freely. His touch felt good, but it wasn't enough. "J-Jack, please...!" You whined out, trying to bring his body closer by using your calves to reel him closer in. "Specifics, darling. I can't do what you want if you don't speak up." Without warning, you began to feel his padded fingertips rubbing against your clit, while his head peered closer down, mouth becoming aligned with your opening. Each fanned breath he took tickled your lower parts, the warm air making you gape with anticipation.

The way there was no pressure as he rubbed the nub, almost as if he wasn't touching it at all, and you didn't even want to get started on the way he rested his cheek on your inner thigh, feeling the short hairs of his mustache brushing against your soft flesh. "Please stop playing with me, I want to come!" Entangling your hand into his hair, you turned his head upwards to show him your desperate expression. Eyes widening slightly, Jack watched as your aura become a color that was quite foreign to him, something so tantalizing that he couldn't help but give in to your pleas.

"If that is what you wish." Bowing his head down, he began to apply more pressure to his rubbing techniques as he began to probe at your tight hole with his tongue. Tracing the outline of the spot before thrusting his wet muscle in, Jack's rhythmic ministrations were making you lightheaded with the fast movements. He was slurping whatever juices had leaked out prior, practically milking all the cum out that you were graciously serving to him on a silver platter. You watched with squinted eyes, pushing his head further down to apply more force for him to keep going, but only deeper.

Teeth grazed your inner lips every so often, providing you with some inconsistency to his repeating pattern of thrusting his tongue in and out of you. He ate you out like a starved man, taking whatever you put out as though your pleasure was his own. His intentions of letting up weren't happening anytime soon, so he focused his breathing through his nose, so he could continue the relentless barrage on that particular spot that seemed to make your legs clench around his head, and evoke a high-pitched moan out of you.

"My dear, I want to see you come. I want you to turn the color I like, can you do that for me?" He spoke against your cunt, eyes peering upwards to gauge your response. Nodding your head feverishly, you could feel the build-up brewing in your lower stomach, tight coiling just begging to be snapped as you babbled, "It's s'much, Jack! I'm, I'm gonna cum soon!" Drool began to seep from the corners of your lips, mind empty with the sole thought of wanting that sweet release that has been prolonged for far too long. Taking you over the edge, you felt his tongue curve upwards inside you, caressing a spot that was the ticket to making your juices squirt out. Body trembling and the rush of energy that made your heart palpate faster than ever, tears brimmed your eyes as you stared at Jack's face, slobbered with your cum.

Licking his lips, Jack's eyes were transfixed on everything about you at that moment. The way your little hole gaped in and out, as though it was panting, the way your face contorted to an expression of absolute bliss, to the way your legs slumped to your sides-- and that color, mixed in with his favorite to create something that surpassed the beauty of fear. "Simply divine, my dear. You are truly something so ethereal." Bringing his lips to your own, he shared some of the leftover juices, allowing you a taste of yourself in the process.

Despite your lower body being spent, you hooked your arms around his neck to further deepen the kiss he had graced you with. Lust clouded your once cleared your mind, wanting to see, wanting to feel what other sensations he could give to you. Jack noticed your sultry stare at his pants, as though you were undressing him with your eyes. His response was first a chuckle, before bringing a hand to his silver buckle as he said, "My, look at how vulgar you've become," You watched intensely as his hands slowly, yet tantalizingly unclasped his belt.

"I guess it's time for act two, isn't it, my dear? I hope you're ready."

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praisethesuuun · 1 year

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Hello, i don't wanna bother you ,but May i request nsfw alphabet for Jack the ripper (i don't know if you did It already)

Hope you like it, dear❤️I tried my best!

JACK THE RIPPER: NSFW ALPHABET

A: aftercare <what they're like after sex>

A good cup of tea accompanied by sweet caresses, is the aftercare that you will deserve after a night spent with Jack. He treats you like a princess and won't hesitate to remind you of that in the best possible way.

B: body part <their favourite body part on them and you>

His favourite part of him is obviously his eye, the one that allows him to scrutinize your every emotion and desire. You can't hide anything from him, I'm sorry. While Jack loves your flanks, especially because he likes to grab them when he's needy or when when you two are having a moment (dancing, walking together...)

C: cum <anything to do with it, really>

He doesn't like to cum inside: of course he'll love to have a family with you, but everytime Jack remembers his childhood...he's scared about failing like his mother. Anywhere else is fine, but not inside.

D: dirty secret <a dirty secret of theirs>

Jack may or not may thought about involving a few drops of your blood, not too many, just enough to dye your soul a beautiful color.

E: experience <how experienced are they>

Because of the place in which he grew up, before you, Jack had refused to sleep with other women. He's not experienced, you'll have to teach him a few things.

F: favourite position <self-explanatory>

Sex is romantic, is the only moment when your bodies actually become one: missionary is his favourite, it allows him to love you as a true gentleman should, keeping tabs on every color your soul takes on.

G: goofy <would they use humor in the moment?>

He cracks some jokes sometimes, making you blush like mad. But how can he resist from doing it, when you look at him with that cutie face.

H: hair <how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the courtains?>

They match and yes, Jack is well groomed. He thinks a lot about his hygiene, so you never have to worry about reminding him.

I: intimacy <are they romantic in the moment or they do not care?>

For Jack everything must be as romantic as possible. Expect to find candles, petals and tons of pampering!

J: jack off <...self-explanatory part 2>

He doesn't do it just because he's convinced it's not a gentlemanly thing to do.

K: kinks <their kinks>

Worshipping, Jack sees you as a goddess, an angel who came down from heaven to save him from the darkness of London. And he's a bit of a masochist, too.

L: location <where they usually do the do>

The bedroom, only there, I'm sorry. Jack doesn't want to risk anyone else enjoying the fabulous sight of your angelic body, plus hygiene is important to him and he doesn't want to do it on the street.

M: motivation <what turns them on>

When you act like a mother, regardless if towards him or towards those of the poor orphans who live on the street.

N: no <things they refuse to do>

Fuck outdoors for privacy reasons, Jack being a very private person and degrading, it will remind him of his mother and you're nothing compared to her.

O: oral <do they like giving or receiving?>

Giving all the way, making you feel good is this killer reason for living. He wants to make you feel good around him, painting you the most beautiful color he's ever seen: love.

P: pace <are they slow and sensual or fast and rough>

Is usually sensual, but it's up to you, really. Whatever you want, he will obey.

Q: quickie <would they fuck you for five minutes or wait until you wait home?>

This man waits until you're at home, everything must be perfect! "It will be worth it, I promise you, honey"

R: risk <...DUH>

He's open to risks, as long as they are not too extreme and do not put too much risk to your health.

S: stamina <how long can they last?>

Well, he has his age (even if Jack is a professional murderer). I'll say at least two rounds, no more, also because they are very long rounds.

T: toys <do they own any? do they use them?>

No, he doesn't have any. The only things he could use are ropes and handcuffs for keeping you nice and still while you fuck him, like the nice bottom he is.

U: unfair <how much they like to tease>

Well, occasionally he can't help but do it, but nothing too unbearable. Don't worry, honey!

V: volume <are they asking for a noise complaint, or are they quiet?>

Jack is pretty vocal and he's not afraid to moan loudly if he wants to. They usually help you know when he's about to cum, so it's pretty useful.

W: wild card <a random headcanon☆>

The mommy kink scares him. He's a a switch (even if he prefers to be the sub) but he will never, NEVER, call you mommy thanks to his trauma, even if you act motherly. Jack doesn't care, his past have to stay as far as possible in your relationship.

X: x-ray <what to they look like under there?>

He's pretty average, not the bigger you can get, but not the smallest either. The tip is #f7bdb5.

Y: yearning <are they in the mood to fuck or are they tame?>

It depends entirely on you, since he's pretty tame. If you're horny then he's horny too.

Z: zzz <how quickly they fall asleep afterwards>

Jack falls asleep only after finished your aftercare. When he sees that you're ok and comfy, then he will hug you and close his eyes.

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sleep-0-deprived · 5 months

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Do you still write for records of Ragnarok, and would you write for Jack the ripper or Adam? ^^

Yes I do still write for ror and Adam and jtr

#x male reader #sub male reader #x male reader smut #bottom male reader #x dom male reader #ror jack the ripper #ror x reader #ror adam #Adam x male reader #jack the ripper x male reader

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aftongiulien · 1 year

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referring to this event.

your beauty never ever scared me (mary on a cross, ghost) with jack the ripper from shuumatsu no valkyrie.

i think we all saw it coming...

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Yeah yeahhhh, Mary on a cross Is a vibe,that rappresents jack, and Life eternal as well.

I Hope you like It, Sorry to have made you wait so much.

TW: mention of Blood, minor spoiler about jack's Backstory. Setting Canon/fanon

Your beauty never ever scared me~

Jack the ripper, the most famous searial killer in the humanity history now has been called up by the eldest valkiria Brunhilde,to save humanity, you were hiding behind Brunhilde as she called him,.

Holkk Is suppose to be his voulund b,but obviously She's whiny very whiny, you knew that very well.

As jack walk in he ran straight towords you and kissed your Hand, that made you blush so hard,

Jack spoke softly, holding your Hand " my my my~, what such a pretty lady we have here, May i know your name darling~?" Your blush now was as clear as the sun in vhalalla, and your color showed jack you were very embarassed yet Happy , " i-it's y/n, and yours?" Jack chuckled, takeing off his hat and giveing a bow," oh my,you have a wonderful name my lady, my name Is Jack, jack the ripper" there It goes, you were in love, comepletly in love at First sight With him, as you prepared to speak, Brunhilde interrupted " y/n Is not your voulund jack, holkk Is, since we don't have much Time to.talk i suggest you to hurry up and voulund, mh y/n please go to the other room, i'll wait for you there"

You Walked out sadly looking as you caught a glance of jack sending you a Kiss, that man really knew how to make someone love him.

Now a while After, you were watching the match, as much as you loved your Brother Hercules, you knew of he loved humanity that much he would have done something to help, instead of fighting It.

Looking at home determinated was jack to win you felt a weight in your chest, the fear, fear of loseing him and your sister.

Once the time came, Hercules Lost, and jack won, you could see the pain in his eyes, you could see he was Human too,.

Besides you was Anne his step Mothe, Who told you what Mary did to jack, the only feeling you bad for her was disgust ,pure disgust , how could She use her child like that?.. After all She desserved what Jack did yo her.

You ran Quickly to the Door of the arena, waiting for him.

He calmly Walked throught the arena and the Rain of trash the people trew at him, he was hurt he was Human, he was in pain.

The pain in his Eyes was Heart breaking,he was coverd in Blood and bruises, his beautiful eterechromia finally showed, he was beautiful,

You were Quick ti grab him and take him to the hospital, as you waited, you saw the look of disgust and embaress on his face,the look of his insecureties,his Hand shamefully covering his Eyes, the tears Rolling down her face" i am a Monster... I've killer the only One Who actually saw something good in me!... I'm a joke of nature my lady"

Your hands slowly caressing his face as you hold him tight to your chest.

" no you're not,.. you're not a Monster, you're a Hero... Hercules knew that It was going to happen... You've saved humanity jack please don't talk about yourself"

Jack have you a soft smile and gently Kiss your nose, before speaking" but still... Do you like someon like me? So different.. so stupid... So an embaressment".

You looked jack right in his Eyes before speaking " jack my dear, your beauty never ever scared me"

These Words were enough for Jack to kiss you and never ever let you go,

Cause he knew you were the One , you were his everything. You've saved a broken soul like his,

#snv jack the ripper #shounen #drabble #anime #shuumatsu no valkyrie #ror #oneshot #x reader #request #events #music #jack the ripper record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok smut

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jacks-little-jacky · 2 years

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Lonely Days | Jack x OC | NSFW

Okay so, you may be wondering: Where the fuck am I? The answers are pretty simple actually; literally dying because I can't catch a break from exams. So, instead of a very well-worked-out request, I offer you a piece of OC smut like I do every once in a while.

Warnings: NSFW under the cut, solo male, masturbation, a tiny bit angsty at the end

It was a quiet day at the base. A group was on a mission, a few others were training somewhere, and meanwhile, their captain worked in his office.

A few irritated curses left the lips of the green mantis captain. He only had to write his name in the right spot over and over again, yet his mind was wandering somewhere else. His eyes were directed on the papers on his desk, yet they couldn't seem to focus as his head kept him busy.

Jack rubbed his temple a bit, this wasn't anything new by now but normally he could brush it off. He had more trouble with it recently sure, but sending her away on a mission should've done the trick. She wasn't available right now, so why did his head bother him with the thoughts of her?

Every damn time he blinked, he was able to see her. Her hips swaying from side to side when she walked proudly in front of him. Her full lips slightly turning up and parting ever so slightly when she started laughing that he was able to see a bit of her tongue. Some fancy jewelry decorating her delicate hands and neck when they got out somewhere fancy.

He just sighed, leaning back in his chair he let his head fall back a bit. As he stared at the ceiling he wondered if she thought about him. Then he wondered why he would care but ultimately got distracted by the slight feeling of guilt creeping up his stomach. She wasn't needed on the mission, she wasn't essential nor somewhat important for it. He simply send her away so she wouldn't bother him. So the thoughts of her wouldn't make him give in to the temptation and make him go to her room as much as he did.

She never minded, and that didn't make it easier for him to stay away to work when a few doors away a pretty woman would for sure love his company in one way or another.

Jack let out a heavy breath that send one strand of his inky hair flying for a second before he leaned forward again, grabbing the bottle of wine from his desk and gulping some down to clear his mind. Jack felt incredibly hot and he wasn't sure if it was the burning liquor going down his throat or the way the innocent thought about her soft laugh turned into a thought about the same pretty plum lips wrapped around his sex.

He grabbed one paper from a stack, quickly approving whatever was written on it before moving it to his finished stack. The captain repeated that motion several times, not knowing what he even signed because he just had to focus so hard on writing his name correctly in the right spot and not somewhere else or something else. His eyes constantly shifted to the scratches on the damn desk and his mind shifted to how he made her do them.

He was almost ready to just get up and search for someone who knew stuff about curses because he could swear that the way his head refused him to stay away from these thoughts wasn't normal.

He licked his lips for the hundred time in that hour, waiting to collect enough saliva in his dry mouth before gulping it down. Jack's mouth almost instantly went dry again at his thoughts. His head met the table as he shut his eyes so hard while trying to regain some of his composure. He tried to lecture himself in his head, about the upcoming deadline for these documents and that he had to at least do what was essential. Yet his mind only wandered to the lectures the woman would've given him if she would've been at the base in that very moment.

He could almost feel her small hands placed on the back of his head and gently petting him, fondling with his long hair. She liked his hair, Jack was well aware of the fact because somehow her hands always found their way in there. Even when they were behind closed doors in a steamy room, her hand found its way into his hair, tugging at it.

Jack groaned at the tightness in his pants. As much as he loved the aerodynamics his outfit, including these tight pants, provided, he wasn't too fond of getting hard in them. Which happened way too often anyways. But in alone in his office, while his head is pressed on paperwork? Big hands found their way over his head as he slightly tugged at his hair, his hip lightly jumping up from his chair for a moment at the pain.

It wasn't the same. It just wasn't any good if he did it himself. Jack didn't know he liked his hair pulled before. It was one of the few things that startled him in the bedroom for a few moments when he first realized that the small pain in his scalp was sending lightning right between his legs. And now he wasn't even allowed to use that on himself when he was feeling so so desperate.

And the person who could pull his hair while doing all other things that could send his skin on fire wasn't even there to help him banish the demons in his head. And worse, that was his own fucking fault.

As Jack's one hand reached down to open his belts and pants to free his dick from the slight pain his pants gave him he couldn't help but wonder. Was she thinking about him? Was she also touching herself to him? Was she as desperate as him, trying to recreate his movements on her body?

Jack felt like a stupid teenager again, all hot and bothered just because he couldn't control his stupid thoughts. Not being able to get anything done, because his silly brain couldn't shake the thought of her off.

It was hot. Way too hot. No way he was feeling that way because of a few thoughts, right?

He bit his lip as his hand reached around his cock, rubbing his thumb over his tip, getting pre-cum all over his length in a way he would've gotten by her, before stroking himself. He wasn't slow with himself, the thought of the way he went in and out of his woman like a virus spreading in his brain. The way she'd looked right into his eyes with lidded ones, how her hair would turn into a mess below her head, the way her breasts would bounce rapidly because he just wasn't able to keep it slow.

Triplets of sweat were running down Jack's neck as he lifted his upper body from the table, letting it fall against the backrest of his chair. He let his head fall back, his eyes shut tight while his dry mouth opened, the tip of his tongue falling out on his bottom lip. He opened his legs wider, wishing so hard the lady haunting him would sit between them furthermore, bobbing her head for him. Her lips were smooth and full, and right now he would kill to feel them upon his aching cock.

He would drag his hands in her hair, pushing and pulling her to his liking, feeling her tongue trace every vein, every spot on his sensitive skin. Jack let out the quietest whimper, he could almost feel that damn witch taking responsibility for turning him on. He could almost smell the expensive products she always had to use.

His hip jerked up in his hand, completely drowning in his imagination. The smallest thought of his work already neglected the second he undid his pants. Tongue licking over his lips, again and again, his mouth going dry way too fast all over again. He just wanted to press his lips against another soft pair, feeling another tongue pressed against his.

A low groan followed by a name escaped his lips. Jack's face flushed, his cheeks and ears felt so warm at the imagination of a literal perfect woman crawling on his lap, ripping off her clothes. He would be able to see flawless skin, not a single hair, mole misplaced. A perfect canvas that could make even him an artist for sure. Jack clenched his teeth, his mind fulling exploring the longing to bite onto the woman, to put all sorts of bruises over her.

He couldn't even stay long in one imagination, seeing all kinds of positions in front of his inner eye. Curses left his groaning mouth. Why must she always be so cute? Why had she to haunt him right now?

It made him wonder for a second again if she was feeling the same as him. If he occupied her mind to the point she couldn't get anything done. He felt like a damn idiot, not meaning he felt bad. As a fact, his head was hanging over cloud nine, it felt like lightning was running in his blood, running down directly where his hand worked so hard to get him over the edge.

One-half of him wished he wouldn't feel so desperate to touch himself while whining out her name when she was away. He didn't want this to happen, it would mean he had to confront himself eventually. Had to confront himself with why he would moan her name in the security of loneliness, why Jack's mind got so focused on her eyes looking at him instead of the actual act of pounding into her. Had to find out why his chest got tighter every time she reached for his lips while whimpering out his name.

He didn't want to be clingy, he didn't want to wish to ruin her and get praised for it after. He didn't want her to see just how obsessed she got him. He wanted to be the big creepy captain, rather needed it. He didn't want to find himself messing it up when he got out of the usual. Of course, he wouldn't admit that to anyone, not even himself.

And yet, the other half, the sicker one, wished she would burst through the door right now. It wished she would catch him fucking his fist while thinking of her. Wished to be looked down at with these arrogant orbs. The fantasy gave him a thrill, even if it wasn't going far.

Jack never would tell it to anyone but the way she got so damn bold around him made him want to submit once in a while. He wanted to make her whine and scream for him, yes, but he wanted to be the one once in a while too.

And right now he just wanted some relief.

His free hand grabbed the edge of the table out of impulse. As he would when he would sit on the desk in front of him. Like he would before tasting her lips again and again. His mind was full of all the sounds she would make. Begging to ruin her, praises that he was so pretty and hot, that he made her feel just so so good. The sounds she made when their lips just barely brushed, the slick sounds coming from just a bit under their connecting mouths, where they connected to, the skin slapping and rubbing against each other when his hip slapped against her spread thighs.

God, it was so hot.

The room smelled of sweat, small grunts and groans were echoed to the room. Small promises of making the woman in his imagination feel good, as well as her name, started to escape his lips more and more until it ultimately sounded like a mantra.

So close, he was so damn close.

Jack's bottom lip was caught between his lips, killing the loud sound building in his throat as he felt his release crashing down onto him. His hip trashed up from the familiar chair as if it would help against all the stimulation that send pretty white streaks out of his cock. As if it would help against his hand furiously grinding up and down his dick, trying to get more and more out. Like he wouldn't get off to overstimulate himself a bit right after bliss.

When his hand finally stopped, his orgasm completely rode out. He took in a shaky breath.

And next, there was a knock.

Jack's eyes flew open, the pictures of the haunting witch disappearing within a second as he remembered where he was and what he was doing. He caught his breath for a second, sitting upright in his chair and hiding his disappearing erection back in his pants, silently cursing that his pants and lower stomach were sticky and full with his cum. He just couldn't be bothered to properly think a moment ago.

"Come in.", Jack still felt like his voice was distant. He leaned over the desk a bit so his stomach wouldn't be visible to whoever would come in. Internally his face cringed at the sticky mess on his body.

"Captain, the team you send on a mission will be back in a few days. They seemed to be faster than we expected." The captain licked his lips at that, an excited grin creeping up his lips. "That's good, keke. Thanks." He swatted them away with that.

Maybe he wouldn't need to investigate why he got so obsessed when she would be back in a few days. There wouldn't be a necessity for desperation if she was just a few rooms away, right?

Probably was just pent-up frustration and lust.

Jack licked his lips, still feeling a certain pair missing upon his.

Exactly, pent-up frustration and lust, yeah.

But if that's all then why did that feel so cold and lonely right now?