#code vein jack x reader

[rainfali]

Characters I will do.

(oh boy so many characters)

Alex(SDV)

Lu Ren(SWWMYBD)

Viktor(Arcane)

Jayce(Arcane)

Kai(Ninjago)

Zacharie(OFF)

Vanitas(VNC)

Ingo(PM)

Grimsley(PM)

Asmo(OM)

Ted(KNT)

Blade(NU:C)

Aventurine(HSR)

Kafka(HSR)

Argenti(HSR)

Vampire Cookie(CR)

Both F! and M!Grima(FE:A)

Both F! and M!Robin(FE:A)

Legolas(TLOTR&TH)

Kaeya(GI)

Louis(CV)

Valvetorez(D5)

Robin(DOL)

Daan(F&H2)

Folly(Regretavator)

Yuta Okkotsu(JJK)

Mahito(JJK)

Sukuna(JJK)

Kento Nanami(JJK)

Dazai(BSD)

Floyd Leech(TW)

Cater Diamond(TW)

Laurance Zvahl(Aphmau)

Jack Frost(ROTG)

Tack the Cobbler(TTATC)

Rui Kamishiro(PS:CS)

Stone(Ramshackle)

Leonardo(TMNT2012&2017)

Shin Tsukimi(YTTD)

Sou Hiyori/Midori(YTTD)

Anymore will be added once hyperfixations hits them. (Characters like Yuta, Stone, and Leo will not have NSFW, semi-suggestive is fine and will only be done lightly but other than that is a hard no) (You can also request characters form said franchises, however these are the ones I know the best)

[science-hoes]

Guilty Pleasure

Jack Abbot x Reader

Warnings: SMUT 18+, arm riding, biting, deepthroating fingers, language, filth, the worms in my brain told me to write this

Jack Abbot Masterlist 💕

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Your boyfriend stared at you, mouth agape at your request. His arms were crossed over his chest, forearms flexing as he unconsciously clenched and unclenched his fists. The low glow of the lamp in his bedroom was the only reason he could see that you were actually serious. “You…what?“ He questioned.

Usually, you knew better than to avoid Jack’s gaze. But after a 12 hour shift, finally in the comfort of his home in the early morning, you unashamedly stared at your guilty pleasure. Freckled muscles threatening to bust through the fabric of his well-fitted black t-shirt. But who could blame you?

Every shift, you had to stare at those arms. Fuck, they stared at you. They were so big, they could have their own zip code. And they distracted you. The way Jack worked diligently with his hands on a patient, tendons of his forearms rolling with each flexion. The way his arms corded with bulging veins after helping move a patient or heavy equipment. The way his beefy hands guided yours during a procedure, making yours look dainty and frail. It sure made it difficult to concentrate during the pre-shift huddle, the way your boyfriend loved to move his hands as he spoke, flashing those gorgeous arms in all their glory.

“I want to bite your arms.” You repeated for him.

Jack looked down to his arms, trying to figure out what the fuck you were seeing. “You know, I’m into whatever you want, love. But cannibalism?” He teased, flicking his whiskey eyes up to you, craning his neck like a turtle, that silly move he does when he’s questioning someone.

You rolled your eyes, closing the distance between you. You unwound his arms and massaged one of his aching wrists. “Oh, please. I don’t want Kuru.” You joked.

Jack shook his head, but smiled nonetheless. “Good girl. You’ll ace that board exam if they ever ask about spongiform encephalopathies.” He continued to mock.

You jabbed him in the sides with wiggling fingers, and he laughed. “Don’t change the subject. I want your arms.” You redirected.

Jack just continued to stare at you with bewildered amusement. “Why do you like my arms?” He questioned.

You shrugged, manhandling the arm you held, examining it like an ancient artifact. Your hands dwarfed in comparison to his engorged muscles. “They’re so sexy. They’re so…big.”

He huffed a laugh. “So? Your boobs are big, and I don’t wanna…” He trailed off as he recalled the previous night and how long he spent suckling at your breasts. “Oh, I guess I get it.” He conceded.

You smirked, kneading your fingertips into his bicep. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

Jack was about to come up with another witty response, but you pushed him back toward the bed, making quick work of removing his black t-shirt. The dominance that he allowed you to hold in that moment made him chuckle. He sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread, letting you stand in between them. His fingers slid under your scrub top, ghosting over the skin of your waist.

“You want something, doll?” His voice was graveled with sleep but there was a twinkle of excitement in his eyes.

You pulled your scrub top over your head, tossing it over to where his shirt ended up. “Can I ride your arms?” You asked.

Jack’s lip twitched, the foreign request sending a chill through his body. “What?”

You pulled the drawstring of your scrub pants and let them pool at your ankles, stepping out of them. “Can I ride your arms?” You repeated, firmly this time.

He still wouldn’t let up, and his lip began to deepen at the sides, dimples morphing onto his face. “I’m gonna need you to be more specific.”

You narrowed your eyes, but they were no match for his steadfast stare that bore through you with desire. “Can I drag my pussy across your fucking massive arms?” You gritted through clenched teeth, blushing at the vulgar words leaving your mouth.

A low rumble left his chest as he began to lean back on the bed. “That’s what I wanted to hear.” He praised. “All yours, kid. Have at it.”

You crawled onto the bed, perching beside him on your knees, and lowering your head to his arm. You pressed a single, innocent kiss against the freckles of his bicep, and you could’ve sworn those freckles kissed you back as his muscles pulsed underneath your chapped lips. Your mouth began to open more as you moved along his bicep, trailblazing down to his forearm, tongue dragging in tow.

Jack studied the way you worshiped his limb, curiosity peaking when your teeth began to graze against his flesh with your kisses. The first sensation of your hardened enamel sent a jolt of electricity through his entire arm causing his shoulder to spasm. You flicked your eyes up to him and smirked.

“You like that, huh?” You purred against his skin.

The muscles in his neck strained as he swallowed hard. “I don’t know what you’re doing to me, kid.” He muttered, reaching a hand to his crotch to palm away some new pressure. “But it ain’t bad.”

You smirked and continued your expedition. The sun-worn skin against your tongue and teeth stretched just slightly as you licked a stripe down his forearm, from elbow crease to wrist. A shudder escaped his nose, and he bit the inside of his cheek to maintain his composure. As you worked your way up again with sloppy kisses, you opened your eyes just enough to see the indent of the long and short head bicep muscles. You dragged your tongue to massage the just-noticeable valley, mouth watering far too much. Your drool dripped down his upper arm, down to his elbow.

“Jesus Christ.” Jack mumbled, eyes riveted on your mouth. “Getting what you need, baby girl?”

His voice was sweet but too condescending. In retaliation, you bit down hard on the chunk of muscle, digging your teeth into his flesh. Not enough to break skin, but enough to satisfy your primal appetite. Jack let out a startled but aroused groan at the sensation. The muscles flexed in your jaws, writhing under your tongue. You sucked on the skin, a last attempt to leave a mark, before releasing his arm from your mouth.

Teeth marks indented in his bicep, claiming it as yours as the area surrounding it began to swell into a warm magenta. You admired your work and pressed a soothing kiss against your mark.

“You like marking me up?” Jack mumbled through dazed eyes. “Want people to know I belong to someone?”

You smirked before taking another chomp at his muscles, this time on the forearm. You sucked greedily at the cephalic vein that was permanently visible through his skin, always taunting you when he wore short sleeves. Your tongue lapped at the skin that grew saltier by the second with sweat, indulging in the savory taste.

“If you leave too many bruises, people will ask questions.” He warned, still palming himself through his scrub bottoms. “And I promise, I will mark you tenfold what you leave on me.”

You just hummed in acknowledgement to his threat before releasing the patch of skin, secretly hoping that he would hold true to that promise. The blotch grew darker as it adjusted to open air again, and you smiled with content. But then something caught your eye. The way his fingers twitched slightly, curling down to his palm as his arm rested on the bed. Those fingers spent a lot of time in your pussy, but not enough time in your mouth. That needed to be fixed.

You delicately grasped his wrist, lifting his hand. His fingers brushed against your cupid’s bow, tracing the outline. You met his eyes, and without breaking contact, you swallowed his meaty index finger. Jack let out a vulgar groan as he felt the smooth back of your throat against his fingerprint. You held him there for a moment until your gag reflex forced you to withdraw.

“Oh, fuuuuck.” He hissed, brow furrowed in bliss. “You know, you’re gonna-“

You cut him off by shoving his index and middle finger down your throat this time, somehow going deeper than before. His voice cracked as your pharynx constricted around his fingers. A wet gag forced them out of your mouth again, freeing your airway. A strand of beaded saliva connected your mouth to his hand as he reluctantly pulled away.

Jack wanted to fuck you senseless in that moment. Being such a good girl for him, taking his fingers so deep, face flushed and eyes watering. But he knew what you wanted, what you had asked so nicely for. So he extended his right arm away from his upper body.

“Wanna take a ride, baby doll?” His face was smug, mouth pulling to one side to show off his adorable grin.

You smirked in response. “What’s that saying? Save a horse, ride an ER cowboy?” You teased.

Jack chuckled, stretching his arm further to you. “Saddle up, cowgirl.”

You hovered above his forearm, the heat of his skin matching the radiation from your pussy. Your thighs trembled as you lowered closer and closer and closer.

Until Jack let out an unexpected groan as your juices melted against his skin. “So wet for me?” He sputtered. “Just for my arms, baby girl?”

You were a little embarrassed at his questioning, but you couldn’t help the euphoria speeding through your neurons. Every vein against your clit was electric. You placed a balancing hand on his broad chest, stabilizing yourself to slide up and down his arm.

“If you answer me, I’ll make it even better. I promise.” The look in his eyes was unrecognizable. Almost possessed.

You couldn’t look away from his powerful gaze, mainly because you knew if you did, he would force your jaw with his hand to meet his eyes. “Just for your arms.” You finally whispered.

“I can’t hear you.” He nearly growled.

You whimpered as you slid against him. “Just for your arms.” You verified, much louder this time.

He smiled with satisfaction. “That’s my girl.” He cooed.

Then he flexed his forearm under you, rippling the muscles and veins against your pussy. Just like he was pumping his arm before giving blood. Your eyes rolled back as you continued to grind against him.

“Oh, fuck, Jack.” You moaned.

Your vaginal lips smeared across the unholy marks you had left just a few minutes before. Jack placed his free hand on your thigh, guiding you ever so gently.

“Yeah? That feel good, baby doll?” He whispered.

He began to slide his arm in the opposite direction of your thrusts, enhancing the friction. The muscles and veins that nearly popped out of his skin were teasing your clit in a way that drove you mad. You whimpered as you dug your hips deeper, chasing your orgasm with every lewd squelch of your pussy.

“Feels so good.” You panted.

The familiar warmness in your belly began to creep lower and lower as you rode. Your thighs shook violently as you struggled to maintain balance as your climax neared. Jack chuckled and placed a strong hand on your shoulder to stabilize you.

“Oh, you’re so close, sweet girl. Take a break. I’ll get you there.” He said, voice laced with fake pity.

You finally stopped moving your hips, legs shaking as you came to a halt. And just like he promised, Jack continued move his arm underneath you, faster than he had before. You scratched at his chest with the hand that rested there as he set a bruising pace. Your clit swelled at the rapid brush of his worn, leathered skin, and it became too much. Your thighs clenched around his arm like a vice as you rocked into your orgasm, screaming his name as you did.

“There you go. Keep coming for me.” Jack coached you on.

Your pussy throbbed against him, slathering your juices on his freckled skin. When you finally collapsed on top of him, freeing his arm for the first time, he held it up to inspect it. Your slick honey dribbling over the veins down to his elbow, crossing over the bruise and bite mark you had left on his forearm.

He chuckled to himself. “Look at that mess you made.” He mumbled against your head. “All for my arms, huh?”

You hummed in agreement, still dazed by your release. “Told you they’re hot.” You breathed against his chest.

Jack wrapped his clean arm around you securely as you reeled from your high. He admired the way your juices glistened on his skin in the low light of the bedroom, how they glossed over his freckles.

“Why didn’t you just ask me sooner?” He questioned.

You shrugged, face still buried in his chest. “I was worried you’d be too…”

He raised an eyebrow. “Too…?”

You smirked slightly. “Too old fashioned.”

“Old fashioned.” Jack repeated, a smile on his lips. “What makes you think that?”

You rubbed circles onto his chest with your thumb, feeling pulled closer and closer to sleep. “I dunno.” You mumbled.

“Because I’m old?” He deadpanned.

You giggled and looked up to him. “You said it, not me.”

Jack chuckled, the warm vibrations rumbling through his chest and to your ear pressed against it. He lifted a finger underneath your chin to maintain your gaze and leaned down to kiss you gently. “After we get some sleep, you're gonna be apologizing for that little ‘old-fashioned’ comment for hours.”

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A/N: I’m sorry this was shorter than my usual fics but I needed to have this written so the worms would stop talking to me 🐛

[scr11bles]

Hiii!

Can I get f!Reader x sniper tf2 who ordered Irish coded with a side of black forest gateau ?

order up for anon! wanna order something for yourself? here's the menu!

- irish coffee: "Fuck, that's a good girl." + black forest gateau: cockwarming

cw: poor attempt at an australian accent through writing

word count: 1,957

(MDNI below the cut!!)

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The climb to Sniper's nest was always a difficult one, and it always led you to be weak in the knees and out of breath. Gasping for air, you ascend to the last rung, your boots thudding against the creaking wooden flooring of the nest. At the sound, Sniper's head whips around and stares at you from behind his dark aviator shades, making you freeze in place as his sharp eyes always seem to put you off and cause your heart to stutter.

"Let's get to it, there's an extra rifle over there."

Right- The reason you were up here in the first place. Your class was, for a less of a better term, a jack of-all trades. You've spent time with all the other mercs and learned their skills, able to replicate their duties to a t. Now it was Sniper's turn to teach you, and honestly, you were more excited to spend time with him than the others. Sure, you didn't really spend the most time with him since you joined the team, but that didn't mean you haven't acknowledged each other. A few shared packs of ammunition during battles here and leftover coffee from the pot for the other there, the two of you really just helped each other through the courtesy of being teammates. At least that's what you chalked it up to.

You grab the spare rifle off of one of the crates nearby, fidgeting with it in your hands and inspecting the weapon before walking over to Sniper and sitting down on the stool next to his. You glance at at the man next to you expectantly, nervously glancing at the him before you see him nod to your hold on the rifle. Lifting up the rifle you hold it steady, peering down the scope and looking out of the large opening where a window used to be, noticing the various targets scattered around the grounds below. Your body jerks when you feel Sniper place his hand on your back, and you swear you could hear him let out a quiet huff of a laugh, but chalk it up to your nerves, letting your teammate adjust your posture into a straight one.

"You want a straight back and squared shoulders, otherwise the kick will make ya' hurt.

You nod your head, immediately taking a brief note in your head at his instruction, and pull back from your view down the scope and glance at Sniper before noticing that he's bringing his other had up and adjusting your hold on the rifle. Fighting the urge to squirm as you watch his much larger hand and long fingers curl over yours, you watch intently, somewhat paying attention to how he changes where your grip stays on the rifle. Sniper stares at your hold around the gun with narrowed eyes behind his shades before he grunts and nods his head to the targets out the opening below.

"Alrigh', try to take a shot."

Sniper mumbles next to you, moving his gaze out towards the targets as you peer down the scope and pick a one. It isn't like you haven't shot a gun before, but for some reason the pressure to make this shot felt especially intense. With a quick inhale and a slow exhale you squeeze the trigger, feeling the rifle kick back into your shoulder while watching the bullet fly out towards the target, missing it by a hair and running into the dirt while kicking up dust around it. Embarrassment floods through your veins and you don't even dare look at Sniper. Sure, you didn't think you'd be perfect right away- but completely missing the target? Fuck.

"S'alright roo, wasn't much of a shot either when I started out."

And there it was, that little nickname he gave you after your time of being on the team. Sure, it was probably just a friendly term of endearment between friends, but damn did it make you flustered. You swallow nervously and nod your head, sending him a small glance before reloading quickly and picking another target. Following your same routine of breathing in and out, you squeeze the trigger again, flinching at the kickback while watching the bullet whizz through the air and hit the target straight on. Headshot.

"There she is- nice shot roo."

Sniper places a hand on your shoulder and jostles you, a small rare smirk tugging at his lips as he looks down at you. You give the man a lopsided smile back, glancing back forwards and scoping in once more, picking a farther target and swiftly reloading before pulling the trigger. Once more, the shot whiffs and drills into the dirt, leaving a cloud of dust in its wake. You scowl and curse under your breath and actually hear Sniper chuckle audibly at your response to missing, keeping his hand on your shoulder and squeezing it.

"You got it. Again."

And that's how it went for a few solid hours, missing and successfully hitting headshots along with Sniper's guidance. After another solid headshot on one of the farthest targets, Sniper glances down at you, simply watching the focused triumphant look that spreads across your face when you aim for the kill. The man clears his throat and looks away from you, tipping the brim of his hat up with his thumb and adjusting his aviators before breaking your concentrating silence.

"You're gettin' good roo. But can you handle distractions?"

Sniper questions, making you furrow your eyebrows and glance up at him. Distractions? Like gunfire and explosions, teammates screaming for a medic?- you ask him. Sniper makes a 'kinda' gesture with his hand before moving it to your shoulder once more before trailing it down to the small of your back. Oh. Those kinds of distractions. You swallow shakily and shake your head; no, you haven't had these kinds of distractions before, but who said they were unwanted? Sniper smirks softly and moves his hand to shift underneath your shirt, the man chuckling to himself as he sees and feels the goosebumps spreading across your skin immediately from his touch. Sniper snakes his hand around to your stomach, thumbing the fabric of your pants and underwear before pushing his hand down beneath them, brushing his calloused fingers over your clit. When you jerk and stifle your moan, Sniper tsks at you and grabs your chin, forcing you to keep your eyes forwards.

"Uh-uh I still need to see you firin', love. Get to it."

With a pathetic groan you oblige, trying to still your shaking hands as Sniper moves his fingers through your wet folds, praying to whoever resides above that your face isn't visible burning right now while you hold back your sounds from escaping your lips. You right your position, squaring your shoulders and straightening your back as you prepare to take a shot at one of the farther targets in the distance, aligning your shot with shaky arms and exhaling as you squeeze the trigger. At the last second of your movement, Sniper pushes one of his fingers into you, making you gasp and twitch which causes your grip to falter and your arms to shift. The bullet you fired misses by a long shot, making you grit your teeth and turn to glare at Sniper who just looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

"Better adapt, roo. We can't have you gettin' distracted out there."

With a groan you reload shakily, letting the faintest of whimpers escape past your lips as Sniper pushed another finger into you. You feel your body twitch and squeeze around him as he starts to move his fingers, his long digits pressing into your sweet spot that makes you keen. You whimper as you look down the scope of the rifle once more, trying to slow your breathing in an attempt to soothe your beating heart as you pick a target in the distance, desperately trying to ignore the way Sniper's fingers reach every sensitive nook and cranny inside of you.

When you squeeze the trigger to shoot, Sniper thrusts his fingers into you, making sure to drag his fingertips across the sweet spongy spot in your cunt. While the action does make you jerk, you bite your bottom lip and steel your hold on the rifle in your hands, ensuring that the bullet keeps forwards. With the sound of a sharp crack in the distance, you're able see through the cloud of dust where you see that your shot went straight through the target's head; headshot.

"Looks like we're adjusted to that already. C'mere then, love."

Sniper whistles lowly as he looks at your shot in the distance, withdrawing his fingers from your dripping pussy and licking them before he starts to undo his belt haphazardly and undo his pants as well. He takes his weeping cock from out of his pants, smirking and chuckling lightly at the look on your face- like you want to devour him. Sniper grabs your wrist and forces you to stand up in front of him, his deft fingers making quick work of your pants and panties before he tugs you into his lap so you face the same way he does.

Sniper rests his chin on your shoulder, his warm breath ghosting the back of your ear as he guides himself into you slowly. You feel him go all the way to the hilt, your legs twitching as he fills you completely and then some. As your cunt twitches around Sniper, he groans into your neck, moving his hands up to rest over yours as you continue to hold the rifle in your grasp.

"Let's keep at it, yeah roo? Get some good shots in and I'll move f' ya."

With that incentive, you inhale and exhale shakily while reloading with shaky hands, watching how Sniper's hands go along with your movements as he rests his hands above yours. You attempt to straighten your back but squirm as you feel the new angle Sniper's cock hits you at from the change, causing a low whimper to emit from your throat as you look down the scope of the rifle in your hands to pick a target to shoot at. With a sharp gasp, you hastily pull the trigger after aiming correctly. Despite Sniper suddenly bucking his hips up into yours, thinking you'd crack under his pressure of movements, you stay (somewhat) collected and keep your arms steady. A sharp crack sounding through the air as the bullet flies toward the target, hitting it dead on the targets head.

"Fuck, that's a good girl. excellent shot."

Sniper purrs deep into your ear, the praise making your limbs feel like jello as he lazily thrusts his hips up into yours, giving you the stimulation you craved as you sit wrapped around his cock. Your teammate nuzzles into your neck, giving your throat a soft nip while he squeezes your wrist.

"How about two more, yeah?"

Sniper smirks into your neck and grumbles out his words, only allowing you to nod your head in response as you reload once more. Just as you exhale to take your shot, Sniper snakes one of his hands down to brush over your clit in tandem with short thrusts. the new movements make your arms grow weak, your grip on the rifle loosening as you pull the trigger. The bullet flies far away from your intended target, burying itself into the rocky ground in a cloud of dirt and dust. You hear Sniper chuckle into your neck as his fingers continue to draw lazy circles on your clit, making your body twitch and convulse with each brush.

"Too bad roo. Gimme four more now."

You're not gonna last like this if he keeps playing this game. Though, you think he won't really either.

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sorry for the blueballs ahh cutoff, i have more requests that i wanna get out tonight. ps: i love sniper he is my favorite despite the pee jar situation

[antiobsessed]

You Shouldn't Have Opened That File

Anti x Reader - unhinged, feral, and one glitch away from breaking you.

You opened a video. That's all it was supposed to be. A jump scare. A joke. A dare from a Discord server. But the screen never turned off. The lights buzzed. And the voice that came through your headphones wasn't part of the video.

"You look better from this angle," he rasped.

You froze. His face flickered-half Jack, half something else. Smiling too wide. Static dripping down his neck. Glitch lines crawling over his shoulders like veins. The screen cracked.

"Go ahead. Close the laptop." You reached for it.

He laughed.

"I said go ahead."

Your finger trembled. The cursor moved on its own. The lid stayed open and he stepped through. One knee on your desk, one hand gripping the edge like gravity didn't apply to him anymore.

"Too late," he whispered, eyes glowing. "You called me. You kept watching. You wanted this."

You backed up. He followed.

"Say goodbye," he growled, and slammed you against the wall so hard your breath glitched. His hands, cold and buzzing with electric heat, gripped your hips like code rewriting itself around your skin. His mouth hovered just above yours, lips twitching, teeth bared.

"Say it," he breathed, dragging one hand up your spine like a short circuit. "Or I'm not stopping."

You didn't say it. And he didn't stop.

Your back hit the desk. Your clothes glitched-pixelated, torn, discarded like corrupted data. He dragged his teeth down your neck, slow and brutal, laughing low when your legs shook.

"You're shaking," he whispered. "But that's not fear, is it?"

The room flickered. The lights died.

All you saw were his eyes. All you heard was static and breathless moaning. All you felt was him-possessive, obsessed, and infinite.

"Mine now," he said. "You opened me. I'll never close."

[psych0-str1ngs]

Admit it- Nikki Sixx x reader

Authors Note: I'm really trying revive my account because I really need more requests and such so I'm gonna try to pump out more fanfics.

Warnings: Cursing, drugs, alcohol (Maybe a part two with smut if this does well.)

I am not gonna, I've always had the hugest crush on Nikki. Despite the fact that he was a raging drug and alcohol abuser, and he had chicks on his dick 24/7, I saw right through him. I always kind of, understood him. We've been pretty close friends ever since we were about 15. I knew how much of a bad child hood he had and I could relate. When we were sixteen we stole my dads car and just ran away, we were caught of course, but for the three days that we were on our own we took care of one another.

I obviously knew there was not a chance in hell Nikki would ever go for me, considering I was little on the heavier side, not too big just... Not pretty like the groupies were, and I had a pretty face but once again nothing like the groupies had. I was... More like an adorable than I was anything else. No body wanted to be with me but instead protect me like some innocent little bunny. It was annoying considering I was the least from innocent. I do drugs, and drink alcohol here and there.

So there I was, sitting next to Nikki on the short leather couch in his dressing room. I was leaning on the side of the couch while Nikki had some chick on her lap. It was infuriating to watch. I know that it’s just how he was, but I knew that I could treat him so well if he’d give me a chance, I sighed and took another long drag from my blunt.

“Hey y/n!” Tommy slightly yelled in the chair next to us. “You alive?”

I blinked before looking up. “Did I zone out again?”

Tommy nodded his head. I always had this problem of zoning out a lot, sometimes it happened so my brain could escape reality, and other times it happened because it was just fun to create my own world. I smiled slightly, staring back at my spot in the floor. Nikki held a small mirror with a line of code to melt face and waved it around.

“You wanna bump y/n?” Nikki had a laughing tone.

“Yeah,” I said taking the mirror from with enough sass for him to notice, but not enough to mess up the little line. I held the straw up to my nose and snorted. It immediately rushed through my veins. I sighed in relief, and passed the mirror to Vince who had the bag of coke. I stood up grabbing my pack of cigarettes. Tommy noticed my sluggish mood and shot up. He came up to me and put his arm over my shoulder.

“Can I come with?” He asked, a new bottle of jack in his hand.

“You don’t need to ask t-bone,” I laughed and rolled my eyes a bit.

He laughed with me and we walked out, my arm was around his waist and we were both stumbling around everywhere. We laughed because we both ran in the door. Tommy really knew how to cheer people up without even trying. Vince and Mick were laughing because they noticed but Nikki had a deadpan in his face. But The coke and weed started to really kick in, and I wasn’t worried about a single thing anymore. Me and Tommy continued to stumble down the hall, laughing loudly, I had even snorted, earning the annoyed stare of groupies and men.

“Dude you are totally high,” Tommy said.

“Yeah no fucking shit Sherlock,” I laughed.

The hallway seemed very long, Tommy and I walking for seemed like forever. Just as we were about to walk out of the door, Tommy spotted a chick. His eyes scanned over her like a fat kid looks at a chocolate cake. I already knew what was about to happen.

“Y/n,” he stopped in his tracks. “I have to go tap that real fast,”

“Go ahead man I’ll see you later,” I said, even though I didn’t admit it, I once again felt like shit. I understood that this is just how the guys were, but it was like a knife to the back constantly having people leave me for someone or something else.

I continued walking down the hallway to the door, finally pushing it open. The crisp cold air felt extremely relieving, the was slight rainfall, pellets of water hitting the pavement. I always enjoyed being outside, wether I was in nature or not. I sat on the curb, pulling out a cigarette. The door opened, and out came Mick. I gave him a slight smile and handed him a cigarette as well. He sat on the curb next to me with a slight groan.

“You know,” Mick grabbed my zippo from my fingers. “You’re gonna have to tell him eventually.”

I blew out the inhale of smoke that was held my lungs and looked at him. “Tell him what?” I questioned him.

“Don’t play dumb y/n.” He said taking a drag from the long white death stick.

“How the hell do you know?” I looked at him dumbfounded.

“It’s not that hard to see,” Mick started. “Everyone can see it, you look at him likes he’s pure gold.

“To me he is,” I admit, puffing my cig again. “There’s something so relatable in him. I understand why he is the way he is. I mean fuck, 90 percent of the time I just want to take care of him, I wanna hug him real tight and tell him I’m proud of him.”

Mick laughed.

“What’s funny?” I asked.

“You’re clearly in love,” he took a drag. “I think you should tell him.”

“Why would I?” I snorted. “There’s nothing in me that he could possibly want. I mean have you seen the other girls he goes for? I’m nothing like them.”

“That may be true,” Mick nodded. “But that isn’t bad. Nikki for sure has the same feelings. He stares at you the exact same way as you stare at him.”

“Then why haven’t I noticed?” I roll my eyes, putting my hands on my hips.

“Because you’re stupid.” Mick says, throwing his cigarette butt on the ground.

I punched his arm. “I am not.”

“You sure are y/n, now I’m gonna go back inside, are you gonna come or are you gonna sit out here and sulk all night.” Mick got up.

“Sulk out here,” I laughed.

“Okay,” Mick walked back inside.

Mick was such an interesting old man. He’s completely dead silent one minute, and the next minute he’s like some all seeing powerful guy. Finally I had a second to relax, be in my thoughts for a bit. My cigarette was finished, so I threw it in the ground and grabbed out another.

What Mick said earlier really stuck with me. He stares at you the exact way you stare at him.

I wanted to laugh right in Mick’a face when he said that. Nikki has a new girl on his arm every day, there’s nothing he sees in me. I continued to smoke my cigarette, eventually deciding to stop thinking about Nikki. I couldn't stop though, I mean I was flat out in love with the guy. My thoughts were halted when the man himself walked out. I smiled.

"Hey Nikki." I smiled a little wider.

"Hey Y/n," He sat down next to me, grabbing a cigarette from the pack.

"Shouldn't you be in there with all those sexy ladies of yours," I asked nudging his shoulder.

"Nah," He laughed slightly. "It was getting to suffocating out here. You know you've been sitting out here for like an hour right?"

Holy shit, no I did not know that

"No shit," I said. "Really?"

"Yeah man," He said lighting it.

My heart twinged at the name, at this point I just wanted to go home. I was feeling not as intoxicated, but instead more exhausted and sad than anything. I was over the after party. I got up, and dusted my ass off. I picked up the pack, and my lighter, shoving back into my purse.

"Hey where you going?" Nikki asked.

"Home," I said in an obvious tone, turning around.

Nikki stood up, his platform boots making him tower over me.

"Can I come?" Nikki asked, taking another drag of his cigarette.

"I guess yea." I replied, pulling out my car keys. I was kind of upset, as much as I loved being around Nikki, my extreme love for him has dragged down my spirit.

We walked to my car, Nikki leaning into the passenger side. Neither one of us talked. This was a regular occurrence though. Nikki constantly stayed at my house when he was feeling overwhelmed by the band, or the girls. I even let him have a few drawers in my dresser for his clothes. I turned up the stereo, only sightly, the international 70s rock hits played softly in the back round. I lived about thirty minutes away from the arena, so hopefully the music would make it go by quicker. After a few minutes, Nikki turned down the radio all the way. I looked at him for a second.

"What was that for man?" I asked, my eyes back on the road.

"I wanted to talk to you," He said cautiously.

"Oh that can never be good," I laughed.

"I'm serious." He said. "You've been off, disassociating more. You do that when you're stressed and sad."

"Don't worry about me Nikki," I forced a sad smile. "I'm totally fine."

"Don't lie Y/n," He said laying his hand on top of mine which was rested on the shifter. My breath halted for a second.

"If I'm being honest," I started hesitantly. "I've been stressed, with work, and my mental health, I'm just overwhelmed. Life man, you know?"

He nodded. "Is that it?"

"Well," I had to make up some story, just see what he'd do. "You remember how I told you about the new guy at the bar. How he's really sweet and all?"

Nikki replied with a short yeah.

"Well, I think I've caught feelings. But he normally doesn't go for girls like me, I know it for a fact. He's pretty set in his ways."

I swear I could see Nikki's shoulder tense up.

"What do you mean girls like you?" Nikki questioned.

"You know," I sighed. "Fat girls, me, ugly girls, also me. He goes for fit sexy women."

"What?" He said offended. "Y/n, you're gorgeous. And not fat, a little chubby, but that's not bad. Lots of guys like a little pudge. They aren't called love handles for a reason."

My heart sank.

"You're just saying that," I forced back a tear.

"No," He said. "I genuinely mean it, you're a very pretty girl, any guy would be lucky to have you. Besides you know how to take care of people, you're totally smart, and you're funny. If this guy doesn't see that, he's an idiot."

"Thank you Nikki," I monotoned.

We pulled into my drive away. I was immediately relieved by the smell of my home. Nikki took off his platforms, still managing to tower over me. We walked into my room, spreading out across the clean area. He walked over to the dresser, grabbing a shirt and some shorts. I sat on my bed, pulling a joint out of my bed side table while Nikki changed in the bathroom. I sparked it, taking a long drag out of it. I sighed, my eyes starting to tear up. Nikki walked back into my room, immediately noticing my eyes. He said nothing and just climbed into my bed, grabbing the joint and taking a drag. I had always hoped one day he'd just kiss me straight up. He taped out the joint knowing I had just lit it.

Nikki pulled me onto his chest, I started to cry uncontrollably. I didn't know why I was letting myself be so vulnerable. Not that he hadn't seen my like this, but it was still embarrassing. His hand rubbed up and down my arm. We had often cuddled like this, though I'm sure Nikki though nothing of it.

"Y/n," he said still rubbing my arm.

"Yeah," I said into his chest, sniffling.

"I love you," He said quietly.

"I love you too," I replied.

He leaned up, slightly turning to face me, I did the same.

"No like," He stopped for a second. "I love you."

"Nikki you really need to go to bed," I laughed it off refusing to believe him. "You're getting extremely tired."

"Y/n, please listen." He stared into my eyes.

"You can't love me," I frowned. "There's nothing in me for you to love."

“What the hell does that mean?” He cocked his head to the side. “Of course there is.”

I snorted.

“I’m fat, and I’m ugly. You could have anyone you want Nikki.”

“But I want you.” He stood up. “I want YOU y/n. You’ve always been here for me, you were there when I tried calling my died, you were there when I stabbed myself to escape my mom. You’ve been with me. None of the other chicks have done anything for me. I’d pick you over them any day.”

I was starting to tear up.

“I just don’t want you to regret being with me,” I started to cry again.

Nikki quickly walked over to me. He bragged my hip, and gently put his hand on my face.

“I’d never in a million years regret being with you.” He looked me in the eye. “I really really do love you. I can only hope you feel the same.”

I moved pushed him back slightly.

“Of course I love you back idiot,” I giggled.

He moved his lips to mine, his moth felt like fire burning against mine. Of course I’ve already had my fair share with kisses with people but this was different. There was something behind it. Our lips moved in sync slowly, Nikki pulling closer. We parted for a second.

“Be my girlfriend,” Nikki said quietly.

“That sounds nice,” I smiled as wide as my face could handle.

I guess I was wrong, maybe Nikki actually did love me. Only time can tell.

THE END

I hope you guys enjoyed it!!

[fefe-ig]

I had an idea coming from this

Code vein (men) x reader hcs

no pronoun reader

stealing their jackets!

Also gonna do cv women too another time

Louis

-hes a gentlemen abt it actually

-does not mind at all

-probs doesnt notice lmao

-actually offers is before it gets stolen (from you)

-ig how i think of bbg louis hes a very gentle and idk flustery kind of men

-when he notices hes like wowie and his face goes red

:3

Yakumo

-this man.

-i see him as the biggest flirt of them all so the second he notices hes like

"oh?" or idk a chuckly with a cheeky smile

-lol

-yakumo is very how do i put it

-he acts like the man he is

-chivalry like the guy who opens the door for a women or putting the coat down on a puddle or begging a women to step on him

-gentlemeny

Jack

-doesnt care but notices

(i cant write abt this guy bc i hate him/ havent played code vein in so long lol)

-uh uh

-he notices ig but doesnt say a whole lot about it :shrug emoji:

i was abouta do davis but i realized i know nothing about him :(

[king-bee-sting]

Hi!! I was wondering whether you've got any headcanons for how Io, Louis and Jack (code vein) would kiss and hug their respective s/o? P/s: Hope the day ahead of you treats ya well!! Stay safe 💕

Format: Headcanons

Pairing(s): Io, Louis, Jack

Warnings: None

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Hug & Kiss Headcanons

If she were to kiss, it'd actually be a little unsure and lost

She doesn't really even fully understand the concept of romantic relationships

To recieve one, she's rather unresponsive

Confused, wondering why you did that

After explaining to her in vivid detail to sate her curiosity, she would soon grow into putting more emotion in

Her hugs a very much the same way

But once she realizes how nice they feel, she'd hug a lot more

And the more she does them, the warmer they get

"Like this?"

"Is this alright?"

Yes

Yes Io youre doing great sweetie

You can tell exactly how he feels by the way he kisses

He's great at hiding his emotions, but he cannot help but let them show through his actions

If he's content, they're soft and delicate

If he's happy, they have a bit more pep to them

If he's sad, they're slow and deep

Of course though he'd get embarrassed if you kiss him in front of the others

His hugs a very soft

He loves to gently cradle your body close to his

When he has intrusive thoughts that get him down, he adores being held

To curl into his partner's chest and have them thread their fingers though his hair

Oh this man knows how to kiss

No way a man as pretty as this has had no action

Much like Louis, it's easier to tell how he's feeling by the way he kisses

But unlike Louis, they're a bit more rough

There's no hesitation in his actions

If he expects a kiss to happen, it will

But don't mistake him

He still gives soft kisses

His hugs are softer than his kisses suprisingly

He prefers to be a shield for his partner, protecting them from the darkness in the world

Totally doesn't stroke his ego when his partner snuggles into his chest

He's a fancy man

[fortune-fool02]

A Moment of Peace

Jack Rutherford x female reader

Requested by: @flyingdeathpuppy

Please enjoy.

A soft sigh escaped [Name]’s lips as she closed the door behind her, holding the towel tightly around her body as she made her way over to the hot spring. The warmth of the steam dancing in the air brushed against her exposed skin, making goosebumps run along her body.

Slowly, she lowered herself into the hot spring, feeling the hot water tingle against her skin lightly before fading. Her back rested against the side of the spring, supporting her as she leaned her head back a little. [Eye colour] orbs closed as she felt the thin tendrils of steam brush their fingers past her face; all the stress and worry of the day drifting away as nothing but a distant concern. 

Her lips tugged into a relaxed smile. This was what she needed, a moment to herself alone. No Louis fussing over work. No Yakamo making silly jokes about random things. Not that [Name] disliked them, it was the opposite actually. Ever since she awoke, she felt lost. Her mind was nothing but a barren field where her memories should have been. 

The faces of her family and friends she had before, nothing was left. Not even a glimpse of her mother’s hair or her father’s eyes. Did she have any siblings? Were any of her friends alive? Where did she grow up? She could walk past them and be none the wiser of them.

The only clue she had to her past -before Queen’s Operation- was Jack. When they encountered him in the cathedral, he looked at her as if he was seeing a ghost of someone important to him. She had tried to search the darkness of her mind for anything and found nothing. So, when he agreed to join their little group, [Name] almost begged him to tell her anything he could about her. Who she was as a person, her past, anything. 

And the first thing he told her: “You and I were committed together, in a relationship.” To say she was shocked was a bit of an understatement. That one sentence had knocked her on her backside. There was no denying that Jack had a charm about him but she never would have believed they were a couple if she didn’t see the fondness in his eyes when he told her. 

She was pulled from her thoughts by the sound of the door opening. She turned to see Jack approaching the hot spring, a towel around his lower half. His gaze fell on her and his visible eye widened slightly. 

“Oh, I didn’t realise you were here.” he spoke loud enough for her to hear him, “I can come back later if you want.” [Name] shook her head at that. In truth, she could use some company. 

“It’s alright, Jack. This is a public place, after all.” He nodded at her words and continued to approach. It wasn’t often that Jack would use the hot spring when others are there, usually waiting until everyone was either out or asleep before relaxing in the waters. However, [Name] was an exception to him. 

He took a seat in the hot spring, keeping a respectable distance between her and him. Ever since he told her of their past relationship, he has felt an... awkwardness between them of sorts. He has wanted nothing more than to hold her close, like he used to whenever they finished a mission, and now he had to restrain himself. 

[Name] did not remember him the way he remembered her. Where his vision is clear, hers if blinded by a fog; and he wanted to help guide her through the fog and into the light. Yet, [Name] was lost and he couldn’t reach for her. 

Jack lowered his head at the thoughts, thin threads of sorrow tugging at his chest. If only they had been more careful when defeating the Queen then maybe [Name] would never have started to frenzy and... 

His thoughts were cut off by the sound of water moving, he looked to see [Name] sitting closer to him, a light smile on her lips. That same smile that he would fight hordes of Lost to see again, the ambition to see her happy pushing him to walk away from each and every battle alive. 

“Jack,” she said, her voice soft as she spoke. “I may not remember what we had before. But I want to, I really do.” she lowered her head slightly before looking back up at him, their eyes locking. “Can... Could you show me, please?” 

Even after all they have been through, she still wished to be by his side? Jack couldn’t recall the last time he felt joy sweep through his body the way it did at that moment. His lips lifting into a soft smile, the smile he only ever let her see.

“Of course.” he whispered. His hand gently cupping her cheek as he leaned in, pressing his lips against her softly. He gave her a moment to adjust, seeing if she was comfortable with this or not and always giving her the chance to pull away if she wished. He was not going to force anything upon her if she didn’t want it, he was not that kind of person. 

She didn’t pull away. In fact, she deepened the kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck, feeling the affection that flowed through the kiss swarm her body, swirling around her heart and encasing it in a loving hold. For a second, she and he were not sitting in the hot spring, they were laying together in a bed; his arms holding her with such care as if she would be snatched away from him if he didn’t hold her. 

For the first time ever since awakening with the barren field of emptiness where her memories should have been, [Name] felt like she belonged there. The feeling of being in Jack’s arms felt right, like when you connected two puzzle pieces together and they fit perfectly. Made for each other. That was the only way she could describe it. 

And for Jack, having [Name] in his arms again, feeling her lips against his, it was truly worth all the pain, blood and tears spilt. 

[genshin-and-code-vein-hellhole]

Jack and Yakumo hcs?(if you only do one Jack only is perfectly fine! Also nsfw is welcomed)

Jack HCs

(I'll do Jack's first, then Yakumo on a separate post)

His brooding, stoic persona is mostly a front. When he's alone with those he trusts and truly cares for (such as Eva or s/o), he actually smiles quite a bit.

Never drinks any of the finer alcohol he finds or is gifted. I think he would have a shelf for all his fancy, well aged alcohol. Yakumo has 100% raided his collection while drunk, and he prays that Jack never finds out.

Jack is very cold all the time. He doesn't really react on it, but if someone were to touch him, he almost feels like ice. Eva tried to swaddle him in blankets once, but he refused to stay put.

That being said, he really like huddling near warmth. If theres a fire nearby, and the Lost are are cleared out, he always takes a moment to warm up.

He's an extremely light sleeper. The sound of a pin dropping is enough to wake him up. He also has trouble sleeping in general, so once he's up, he's up for a while.

Surprisingly a good singer. He and Eva duet from time to time when he's sure they're completely alone.

He's not cuddly, but if s/o or Eva hug him or dote on him, he enjoys it and won't push them away. He gets kinda prickly and bitchy though, but that's just to keep up appearances.

Was definitely a fuck boi before becoming a revenant. He knows what he's doing but it's been a while.

He's pretty average sized. Just right, actually. long enough to reach all the sweet spots and thick enough for you to feel it after.

Power bottom Jack. I will die on this hill. He loves for his s/o to be on top, not only because he loves that he gets such a good view, but he also loves to pull them down on him while he thrusts up.

Definitely a praiser. He's probably pretty romantic when he wants to be, so he whispers sweet nothings to you when he can.

While he is usually rough in bed, he's pretty vanilla for the most part. He's willing to experiment, but if it makes either of you at all uncomfy, its gonna be a hard no.

[shiinonomee]

🧡 and 🌺 for my man jack pls? 🥺

[Well, with those puppy dog eyes how could I ever say no? Thanks for requesting! 💖]

🧡 How do they confess that they like someone?

Jack’s a really blunt guy, and he’s seen too much to waste time being shy

He won’t be too sentimental about it

He sees how easily one can be lost to the harsh world inside the Gaol of the Mist, if he feels something for you, he’s gonna say so

Whatever joy one can find is worth grasping at—especially when it helps keep you sane

He’ll definitely look you in the eye and tell it like it is

He’s a successor, and on top of that he watches over all the other ones—so he’ll tell you how you make the burden easier to bare, and how he wants to keep you by his side

If you’ll have him, that is

He can’t promise it’ll be easy—but he can promise to stick by you and be whatever you need him to be

Your admission that you feel the same has him on top of the world—he’ll give you a little smile and hold you close

🌺 Do they like to tease their significant other?

Jack is surprisingly fond of flustering you

Any sly little comment to bring a blush to your face will do

Although he can be blunt and gruff, he’s surprisingly soft in this area

If you do or say anything embarrassing, expect to hear little references to it for days at least

Little cheeky comments and smirks when you least expect it

He appreciates some back-and-forth, too, if you’re the sassy type

He finds you’re reactions adorable no matter what they are, and he likes cute things—if those cute things are you

It’s always in good fun, though, if you ever ask him to stop he will

There’re always other ways to make you blush

[rarecanons]

What kind of lover is: Jack Rutherford

• Jack is the type of guy who looks like he would be the daddy type, but no, he’s a teddy bear that doesn’t show it to someone unless they are really close to him.

• Won’t flirt outwardly or even tell you anything outright, but if you’re alone, he will open up quite a bit. Including a bit of teasing.

• Like, you two are the last to leave, guess who’s going to pinch your butt on the way without looking back? Yup, it’s Jack, acting like nothing happened.

• Doesn’t mind going out and doing things together, but a lot of times he would just prefer to stay inside, chat, and probably hold you a bit as he talks.

• He like to see everyone happy, which is why he will always check in and make sure everyone’s ok. But, this still leaves out on what he’s feeling.

• Jack would also need someone to help him if something happened to Eva.

• He would also be open to a relationship with someone along with Eva. Love you both regardless of anything.

• Not to mention be protective AF, like full on back hand someone if he needs to.

• Like, No one hurts my wives/husband and wife, NO ONE.

[andromedasuira]

"I'm sure you'll beat it. I believe in you."

"Ugh, we're finally back." You grumbled and opened the door to the base.

"You worked hard today. Good job." Jack came in soon after and shut the door with a slight slam. You dragged your feet slowly as you went to put your weapon and veil away.

Who would've thought that coming back to the cocoon of the Delirium Butterfly might be a bad idea. You were supposed to scout the area for more possible routes, but you and Jack got ambushed by a huge group of Lost. You somehow managed to fend them off just to decide to cut the trip short later on.

You wanted to bring back some good news but all you got were sore arms, couple of scratches and some blood beads from the spring behind the cocoon. You growled as you flopped yourself on the couch, not tired at all.

"Hey, you're laying in my spot. Move it." You opened one eye only to see Jack with two glasses of brandy you gave him about a week back. Slowly sitting up, you grabbed the glass and took a drink. Yeah, that felt better. You got so used to drinking with him it made you calm down a bit. You sighed.

"Let's go there again tomorrow. We know how many will be there so that should make it easier to kill them."

"That sounds like a decent plan. Don't forget our goal, though." Jack took a sip and placed the glass on the table.

"Anyways, that spider on your shoulder is your new friend?" His slightly sarcastic words made you freeze.

"W-what..? A s-spider..?" You weren't scared of anything - darkness, the Lost, heights.. But then there is an exception. That one single exception could make you stab yourself with a stake or jump out of the window just to get away from it.

Your biggest fear were spiders.

"Kyaaaaa..!" You shrieked like you were about to die. Jack had to cover his ears so he wouldn't go deaf. You started swatting your shoulder and running around. As hilarious as that sounds, you thought something different. You ran straight into the hot springs, not caring about your clothes, and jumped into the water to make sure the spider wasn't on you anymore. As you came back above the water, your eyes met with shocked crimson ones.

"(Y-Y/N), what are you doing..?! Are you okay?!" Only now it started to hit you how weird that must've looked.

"Hey, umm, sorry, Louis. I'll explain later, but now I should probably go.." Rubbing your head nervously, you got up and left, leaving behind a very confused Louis. After coming into your room, you changed into something dry and flopped face-first into the soft mattress of your bed.

"Ughhh, dying sounds really good right now.." You mumbled as you moved your face into the pillow.

"No, it doesn't. Anyways, (Y/N), you're afraid of spiders, right?"

"Yeah no shit Jack." You turned towards his voice, not phased by his sudden appearance at all.

"Still better to ask, although I think you showed enough evidence to safely conclude so." Jack said sarcastically, totally indifferent about your attitude. You two were so used to each other your mood swings couldn't move either of you.

Over the time, you two developed a special bond. Starting in operation Queenslayer, you two were always compatible, be it your personalities or your fight styles. After saving Eva, this bond deepened even more. You've become so dear to Jack you probably surpassed Eva, even if only a little bit. He treasured you and tried to take care of both your body and your soul, but he was really careful to not make anyone suspicious. He didn't want to show that he had a weak spot for you.

"I don't think it's anything to be ashamed of. We are all afraid of something. The only difference is the thing we're scared of."

Jack sat on the bed and started caressing your hair. His touch made you relax. You huffed, letting out some steam out of your system. It was rare for him to show affection, be it in front of others or just when you two were by yourselves.

"You're awfully kind to me today. Did I do something..?" You eyed him curiously.

"Well, it's not like I get to see you afraid often. In fact, I haven't seen fear in your eyes for a long time." He mentally sighed. This probably came out wrong.

"Heh, well, I did my best to hide it as long as I could." Chuckling to yourself, you smiled at him sweetly. He didn't expect that. The blush that crawled on his face was almost invisible. Neither of you realised how close he's gotten to you. He leaned in and kisses your forehead slightly.

He froze. What did he.. did he just.. he couldn't have.. right..? He looked at you, visibly shocked by his own behaviour. Your face was now tomato red and your eyes looked like saucers.

"I.. I'm sorry, I should probably go now. You should rest for a bit." He got up quickly and headed straight for the door. He stopped and glanced back before opening the door.

"You'll beat it."

"Huh..? What do you mean..?"

"Your fear - I'm sure you'll beat it. I believe in you." He said in a serious tone. Your eyes met for a split second.

"Of course. I won't let it stop me." You said, now serious as well.

"Good." That last word made you smile to yourself. As he left, you cuddled back into your pillow, now covering yourself with a blanket.

He believes in you. Your smile grew wider as your eyes fluttered shut and you drifted off to sleep.

~~~BONUS~~~

"Is (Y/N) okay..? The last moment I saw her, she looked like she's seen a ghost." Louis was still unsure what happened to make you act like that.

"Not sure, but the shrieking woke me up and now I can't seem to fall asleep again.." Yakumo rubbed his eyes, still half asleep from his disrupted nap.

"No use thinking about it anymore. It seems like Jack has taken care of it." Eva joined the two on the couch while Jack came out of your room, clearly satisfied with himself.

"Let's leave him alone for now. We can ask (Y/N) about it later. " Eva chuckled and continued to chatter with them.

It seems like you'll have a lot to explaining to do.

[artemiseamoon]

The Sour taste of Revenge

Agent Whiskey x f reader (code name: Agent Sherry)

Words: 812 | Credit to GIF makers | link to NEW taglist form below

Warnings: angst, revenge, mention of a death, blood, and a weapon, some fluffy moments sprinkled in

Prompts: “ I haven't seen you in days'' + “”Hey, look at me. Focus on me alright?”

You expected it to feel better than this. The brief fleeting moment of unmeasurable joy quickly dropped, transforming to something else; something heavy. Putting the key in the lock, you turn the door, noticing right away the light is already on in your apartment.

You quickly reach for your gun and hold it in position as you cautiously step into the house.

“No need for that now, it’s just me.”

The familiar voice and thick accent meet your ears, causing you to lower the gun. Adrenaline is still pumping in your veins as you close the door behind you. It's in the living room where you find him, sitting on your couch with his famous hat on the coffee table.

“How’d you get a key?” You ask as you reholster the gun.

Whiskey sits up, “I haven't seen you in days'' His tone is serious, his eyes filled with worry.

“I had something to take care of,” you sat across from him on the other couch. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“Agent Sherry, you can’t just go disappearing’ like that.”

“I don’t care what Champ has to say about it -”

He interrupts you, more passion evident in his voice, “ forget Champ, it's not about that. You have people who care about you!” His voice rises then falls, “I care about you.”

His confession makes you pause, words fail to come to your lips. Your feelings about Whiskey were complicated to say the least and you figured the best thing to do was store them away. Though his words land in your heart and spark a joy in your gut, you can’t help but feel distracted.

Your hands were clean, but you could still feel the blood on them. You stand by what you did and don’t feel bad for the asshole, this heaviness was something else, something deeper and you were feeling far from romantic right now. Of all the times Whiskey could have said something, this was not ideal. You close your eyes and take a deep breath in.

You hear Whiskey stand and walk over to where you are. He sits beside you. Suddenly, everything you’ve been holding down rushes to the surface. You break down, unable to repress it anymore.

Acting quickly, Whiskey gently wraps his arm around your shoulder and touches your cheek with his free hand.

“Hey, look at me. Focus on me alright?”

You sniffle and open your eyes, observing him through the tears.

“I know all too well the call of revenge. Seductive, consuming, satisfying. But it never lasts, sometimes, it feels worse after.”

You don’t even question how he knows. You kept a level of privacy with everyone at work, and were not prone to announcing your plans. But you learned over the last year Whiskey was more intuitive than people gave him credit for.

He continues, his eyes steady on yours, “Avenging the death of your partner, your teammate is an honorable thing. Now, you just have to learn to move past this, the sour feeling,” he touches his own chest, “if not, it will consume you.”

Sobbing, you lower your head. When you joined the Statesmen you didn't expect to meet your best friend, Agent Rye was like the big brother you never had. You were paired up, he was your mentor and you both quickly became family. Whiskey was already there when you arrived and knew Rye well. His death was widely felt by many at headquarters.

You nod slowly, taking in his words. In the last three months since Rye’s death all you've felt was anger, rage, and loneliness. You’ve felt this way for so long, you didn’t know if you could feel better. But something in Whiskey's words, and presence, feel refreshing. Like a little dose of hope rubs off on you.

You wipe your tears and look at Whiskey, “Jack?”

His eyes go wide with surprise, you always call him Whiskey. “Yes?”

“Thank you.” You smile warmly and sink back into the couch. Jack stays still, paying close attention to you. Letting your eyes fall closed, you rest a hand on the couch between your bodies. The other on your thigh. “Remind me to get an answer out of you about the key,” you pause and listen to his amused chuckle, “and another thing,”

You open your eyes and look at him. He briefly looks down, noticing when you turn your hand palm side up. He hesitates a moment then places his hand in yours.

“I care about you too,” you confess. The relief washing over his expression is enough to make you smile, “ let's have a re-do when I don't feel like shit.”

“It's a date.” He nods and claps his hand over yours. Whiskey brings his lips to the back of your hand and plants a kiss there. “Should I go?”

“No, stay. Can we just sit here like this for a while?”

“Absolutely.” He replies.

You close your eyes again and rest your head against the couch. Whiskey, still holding your hand, does the same.

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‘Nilla Bean (Agent Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x gn!Reader)

Summary: A cowboy in your coffee shop is not the way you’d expected your morning to go, but you’re not complaining; especially not when he’s as attractive as he is.

W/C: 2.1k

Warnings: talk of food/eating, brief allusions to alcohol, lots of flirting, sexual innuendos, I think there’s like a single use of fuck

A/N: okay I’ve been thinking about this FOREVER but I finally went ahead and wrote it!!! hope u guys like it, I’m a sucker for a coffee shop AU as a barista myself :) thx @theteddylupinexperience for helping me name it and motivating me to write it lol

When you started your shift this morning, you’d groaned as you tied the apron around your waist, expecting an uneventful day. Most were. If you were lucky enough to see someone you knew or to have an especially nice customer, you’d consider it a good day. You didn’t know when you walked in that it would be the good day to end all good days: nothing could top this one.

Weekday mornings in the fall aren’t particularly busy. The majority of your customers come around the morning rush, and the remaining ones are usually retirees or house-spouses and their young children. It’s enjoyable, days like these, that don’t require you to dash about the shop.

The only problem, really, is having nothing to do. You clean the coffee grinder, wipe down tables, wipe down everything else, then do it all again. Restocking, usually an endless chore, isn’t even an option; no one’s using anything in the first place. You and your coworkers chat, deep-cleaning the coolers, washing the blender stations, and doing the dirty work. When a customer comes, you’re the lucky one who gets to go take their order and put your task on hold first.

It seems like you’ve done every task twice, even when your manager introduces yet another idea for you to deal with. To bide your time, you prep coffee for later, rearrange the case of pretty little pastries that sits next to your register, and doodle on your station with a paint pen, humming to the soft music playing in the shop.

People come and go, some picking up mobile orders and some ordering from you, some choosing to eat inside and some taking their food to go. You sip your drink happily between customers- a white mocha with caramel.

At one point, you’re in the back and washing dishes when a coworker peeks his head into the back. “Hey, you got someone up front!” He informs you, and you nod and wander out through the swinging doors.

Well. That’s certainly a sight for a Tuesday morning.

The man standing at the register is wearing a painfully well-tailored suit jacket, with gray tweed and patches on the elbows. Beneath it is a white top and a black tie, and the man wears jeans on the bottom half. Interesting.

Perhaps more interesting is the large cowboy hat perched atop his head. The man’s face, below the brim of his Stetson, is incredibly handsome. He has an aquiline nose, a neatly trimmed mustache that wouldn’t work on anyone else, and warm brown eyes that make you smile softly.

“Hi,” you comment as you log into the register. “Are you a part of our rewards program?” You ask as part of your regular spiel.

The man furrows his brow then shakes his head. “Uh, no. No I’m not. Can you sign me up now?” He asks, and his voice makes your chest flutter with the tone. It’s rich and smooth, with a beautiful southern twang.

Looking at your register and back at him, you shake your head. “It’s just an app on your smartphone, really easy,” you tell him.

“Ah, damn,” he groans and pulls it from his pocket. “I’m shit with technology. Why don’t you just… type it in here?” He says, handing you his phone with a notes page open. His thick fingers accidentally lock the phone as he hands it to you.

You tap the screen to wake it and find the background to be a picture of a cute little pig all covered in mud. “Uh, you locked it,” you chuckle. “What’s the password?”

The man looks down shyly. “1-2-3-4. Don’t make fun’a me, I’m like a grandpa with these newfangled phones.”

It’s endearing, you have to admit, and it makes you giggle. “Not a problem. I’m not here to chide you on your security choices,” you shrug. You type in the code and find the app, starting the download for him before handing back his phone. “Can I get a name to start your order?” You ask as you look up at him.

His eyes hold a warmth there, radiating off of his smile. “Whiskey.”

“Your mother named you Whiskey?” You tease as you type in the name, returning back to the main page of beverages. “Some kind of legal name.”

The man shakes his head. “Nah, that’s just what I go by at work.”

Whiskey likes conversation, you notice, and it makes you chuckle a little. “You got a real name then?” You ask him, raising an eyebrow beneath your visor.

The man tips his hat. “Jack Daniels, at your service.” He says and offers you a hand, which you take and shake.

“That’s a lie. You’re telling me your nickname is Whiskey and your real name is a type of whiskey?”

The man shrugs. “My momma had a real funny sense of humor, I guess. My daddy loved the booze so they went with it. I work for Statesman, so I suppose it’s fitting.”

“Ah, the distillery,” you nod with a smile, not grasping the depth of what Statesman actually does. How could you? “Well then, Jack,” you say with an honest grin on your face. “What can I get you to drink?”

Whiskey, Jack, whatever his name is, looks up at the menu, scanning the different beverages. “Well. That sure is a lot of choices. I’m new to the area, so I don’t know the menu yet, and I don’t know the first thing about coffee other than how to make it in a machine,” he admits to you. “What would you recommend, sugar?”

Sugar. Your heart beats a million times faster at the man’s words. You’ve had lots of weird and creepy men call you different things, but you’ve never been flustered and enjoyed it. This man is getting to you, quickly. “Well, how strong do you take your coffee?”

He thinks about that for a second, fiddling with the button on his suit jacket. “Pretty strong. A little sweet, with cream. I usually take it Irish style,” he admits with a chuckle, tapping a belt buckle that you realize is a tiny flask. Jesus. That’s not cheesy.

“Well, we don’t serve alcohol,” you laugh and look down at your screen. “We have all kinds of flavors.” You list them all off, off the top of your head, now staring at the ceiling to recite them all. “And our seasonal drink is pumpkin spice.”

The man raises an eyebrow. “Wonderful and all, but what do you like? You seem like you’ve got a good taste, darlin’, tell me what you’d recommend.”

God, these names are going right to where they shouldn’t, especially not when this handsome man is leaning on your counter and flirting with you as he orders his coffee. “I like vanilla.” You shrug.

The man laughs and stands. “I hate to say it, sugar, but I’m not a very vanilla man,” he says, his head tilting down and his dark, sultry eyes peeking out at you from just below the brim. His voice is seductive, implying something else other than the flavor.

Oh fuck. “Oh, not like that,” you laugh as your face floods with warm blood, anxiety coursing through your veins. “Not vanilla in that way.” Fuck, that’s even worse, you think and grip the counter so as to not physically cringe at your words.

“Not like that, huh?” His words are still so seductive and flirtatious it makes you want to combust. Maybe you will, if he keeps this going.

“N-no,” you stammer, looking down at the menu screen again. “I mean, I just think it’s underrated. People dismiss it as boring, but it’s really just as interesting of a flavor as anything else. It tastes really good with our espresso.”

Jack tilts his head to the side, a smirk on his face. His lip pokes out just slightly to wet his lips and you shiver involuntarily, your skin pricking up all across your body. God, you hope he can’t see it. “I’ll trust you on it, ‘nilla bean,” the man drawls and stands up straight again. “Triple espresso with vanilla and cream.”

You nod and ring that in. God, if he keeps going with the nicknames, you’re going to melt into a puddle here and now.

“What are these?” He asks as his fingers trace over the drawings on the counter, lifting them and finding the pink and green powder of the dried paint has transferred to his fingertips.

God, he makes you nervous, but in a good way. In the best way possible, a way that makes you want to knock that cowboy hat off his head and find out if his lips are as soft as they look. “I draw when I’m bored. It’s been a slow day,” you chuckle as your own fingers trace the crawling vines and flowers you’d painted there. “Sorry about the transfer,” you chuckle and your fingertips brush his, making you involuntarily shudder again at the contact. His fingertips are calloused and radiate warmth.  “Uh, can I get you anything to eat?” You ask and gesture at the bakery case.

The man inspects it for a moment, looking at the various foods lined up under the soft white light. “I’ll take one’a these,” he says and pokes a finger towards the chocolate chip cookies through the glass. You nod and take one out for him, putting it in a little paper sleeve and handing it over. “How much is this gonna hurt my wallet?” He asks, pulling it out from the back pocket of his jeans.

“Give me one second.” You type in your code for your employee discount, which takes a moment.

“What’re you typin’ there, ‘nilla bean?” He asks, brow furrowing.

Looking up at him, you push your visor up your face and smile a little. “Oh, I’m giving you my employee discount. It’s ridiculously priced here.”

Jack frowns. “You don’t have to do that for me, sugar. I’m just a regular ol’ customer.”

It’s your chance, you realize, to say something or stay silent forever. “Well, I like you,” you admit and take the credit card he hands you, swiping it through the machine. “And I’m hoping you’ll at least become a regular. I’d like to see you more,” you tell him with a grin.

The man’s face lights up, even beneath the shadow of his brim. “I’d like that too,” he nods and pockets his card when you hand it back.

A beat of silence passes as the two of you smile at each other, both of you lovestruck immediately. “Uh, your drink will be right up over there,” you say and nod to the other end of the café. “Are you going to drink that here or take it to go?” You ask.

“Oh, here,” he nods.

“Perfect,” you say with a small smile. “Then I’ll just bring it to you when it’s ready. Nothing better to do today,” you shrug and wander down to the other end before Jack, Whiskey, whatever can refute you.

You take the cup from your coworker, humming to yourself as you put some vanilla and cream in the cup, pulling the espresso shots. When it’s ready, it barely reaches the halfway mark of the small cup, so you top it with a little whipped cream. You suspect the man has more of a sweet tooth than he lets on.

Pocketing a pink paint marker, you put a lid on the drink and walk out to the dining room, setting the coffee down across from him. He’s munching on the cookie he’d ordered, looking up at you with unintentional puppy dog eyes. “Hey there.”

“Hi,” you smile and pull out the chair across from him, sitting down and pulling out the paint pen. “I put a little extra whipped cream on top. I thought it would go well with the espresso, make it a little creamier or something.”

As you uncap the paint pen, Jack’s brow furrows as he watches you. “Whatcha doing there?” He asks as you bring his cup closer to yourself and write something on the top.

“Being brave,” you chuckle and cap the pen, sliding it back. “I gotta head back. Enjoy it,” you say as you stand and pat him on the shoulder.

Only as you walk back to the register does Whiskey comprehend exactly what you put on the top of his cup. It’s your phone number, in that chalky pink paint, and a smiley face beneath it.

Jack may not be great with technology, like he told you, but he immediately pulls out his phone and takes a photo. Then he enters the number into a contact, filling out the name: ‘Nilla Bean.

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Lost in Zero Gravity (P.1)

Title: Lost in Zero Gravity (Part One) Summary:  Fem!Reader x Mob Boss!Tony Stark x Mob Boss!Steve Rogers.  Reader is a call girl who runs high end parties. She catches the attention of Tony Stark who invites her back to his room with his friend. She might have performed too well because she becomes their new favorite play toy and they don't like to share. Words: 2,823 Warnings (for the fic in entirety): Smut, prostitution, infidelity, angst, domestic violence, stalking, possessive behavior Author’s Note: I know for sure this is going to be two parts at least

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“Where did you get this skirt?” your coworker, Elisha, asked touching the black fabric when you came up to her side.

“Online. Do you like it?” you asked giving her a spin.

“Yeah, just don’t move too fast or the whole room is gonna get an eyeful of your ass. Isn’t this supposed to be a classy event?” she joked. “I love the top too, the long sleeves and off the shoulder. From the back, you’re very covered but then you see the front and it’s like bam! Titties and leg slits straight up to the hips.”

“I liked the off the shoulder myself,” you commented. You touched her dress and said, “The satin is nice. And you’re one to be talking about titties showing.”

“Isn’t that what draws these idiot rich men in?”

“Too true.”

Your face must have fallen because she asked, “You alright?”

“I’m a little uncomfortable about this party,” you admitted.

She nodded, “I know. Me too.”

“Really? I felt stupid for being worried.”

“No. Don’t be. There are a lot of dangerous people in there. Rich, but dangerous.”

“At least we know Tatiana will cut someone off if they show they’re violent. Too bad one of us has to prove that first but still… it’s a comfort knowing you hopefully won’t be going back with a sadist who wants to just beat someone up.”

“In a bad way,” Elisha chimed in, a smirk playing on her lips, giving you a nudge.

You laughed and agreed, “Yes, in a bad way. I like getting beat up, just in a certain way.”

Elisha held out her arm and asked, “Shall we? Make sure the other girls don’t get all the good ones?”

The two of you walked in, arms looped. The room was decorated beautifully. Shimmering garlands hung from the ceiling setting a low glow to the room. The two of you were offered slender glasses of champagne upon entry. You knew to sip, it would not serve you to be drunk. That was a rookie mistake. Servers moved in and out of the crowd with small plates of appetizers and Elisha dropped your arm to stop one, making sure to grab two of the toothpicks to get you one as well as a plate went by.

“That’s deep fried,” she said holding it out to you.

“Can’t pass that up,” you replied, taking it and biting into it. “Mhm, crab.”

“You know I sign up for these high-end parties for a reason,” Elisha intoned and you smiled as you tossed the toothpick into a plant. “Y/N!”

“What? I’m not gonna carry it around like a little weapon.”

She could not stifle her laughter and she followed your movement, tossing it into the plant. The two of you took a drink of your champagne and then linked arms again, moving away from the plant, shooting a look around to make sure no one had noticed.

“I wonder who you’re going ‘home’ with tonight,” you teased, your eyes moving around the room.

You caught eyes with a man and you crumbled under his intense gaze. You inhaled deeply, staring anywhere but at him.

“What’s wrong?” Elisha asked you, leaning in close.

“Um, think I got one,” you said quietly, turning with her to change direction nonchalantly. “But I don’t like it.”

“What don’t you like about it?”

“He’s probably one of the most dangerous people in this room. I was hoping to land a small fish.”

Elisha muttered underneath her breath, “Beggars can’t be choosers.”

“You mean whores can’t be picky.”

“I was being polite to us.” She nudged you slightly. “Who is it though?”

“Tony fucking Stark.” She inhaled sharply and you breathed out, “Yeah, bitch. I know.”

“Wanna disappear?”

“Does that ever work once they get their eyes on you?”

“No.”

“Right. So… maybe just keep acting normal. Keep going in a different direction than him. And maybe he’ll lose interest and find someone else?”

“Does that ever work?” she asked you now, snorting.

You inhaled deeply and shot her a look, which she only returned a smirk. “No.”

The time moved on and you tried avoiding looking over in his direction. One, it would look desperate, and you were trained to not look desperate. And second, well… you did not want to draw anymore unnecessary attention to yourself. Yet, out of the corner of your eye, you saw someone approaching you and you had a pretty good feeling who it was.

He came to your side and you turned your head to look at him.

“Hi,” you smiled calmly even though you were doing somersaults inside.

“Fine night isn’t it?” he asked, saying the code phrase. It was for the customers to make sure they were actually speaking to one of you and not some random girl who would take offense if they asked them to come back with them.

“It’s splendid,” you responded, nodding. Elisha’s embrace fell from yours and you knew she was leaving like she should. You wished she would not though. He was terribly handsome but he made you nervous.

Tony’s eyes were light at hearing you were who he thought you were. He stepped closer, saying softly into your ear. “How would you feel about coming back to the room with my friend and I?”

That was not an unusual request, you had had threesomes before. They brought in more money, not that you thought that would be an issue for them. You had just not had someone like Tony fucking Stark asking you to have a threesome.

You took his arm, smiling sensually. “I’d love it. This party is getting boring anyway.”

Tony chuckled, “Isn’t that the truth? Everyone in here jacking themselves off about helping the next hurricane by stuffing their faces and donating money without actually lifting a finger when the time comes.”

He took your champagne from you and placed it on a server’s plate who was walking by without batting an eye. You did not miss the server’s jaw clench at him putting a dirty cup on it, but they said nothing, moving on like nothing happened. Tony took your hand and led you out of the room. He made small talk and you reciprocated; arms linked in the elevator. His cologne smelled delicious and his eyes were beautiful. You wondered where his friend was though? Maybe in the room already.

The room was a suite, beautifully designed in architecture and aura.

“Drink?” Tony asked you, moving away from your side towards the mini bar.

“What do you have?”

“Bourbon.”

You shrugged, “Not really my thing but thank you all the same.”

“Polite,” Tony mused, pouring himself a glass. “The bedroom is through there. I’ll follow shortly.”

You followed the direction he pointed and walked through the doorway. You stopped only for a moment seeing a man sitting in a plush armchair near the bed.

Oh Christ, you thought to yourself recognizing the man on sight.

Steve Rogers.

Not only were you with two men but they happened to be two of the biggest mob bosses in the city. You could not fuck this up. Who knew what men like them did when they were upset.

You brushed your shock off quickly and cocked your head. “What did I do to deserve this honor?”

Steve’s lips curled into a smile and he said, “Looking as beautiful as you do, I would say that we are the one being honored. Not the other way around.”

Despite your nervousness, you smiled at this and said, “A charmer. I like it.”

He had taken off his suit jacket and vest, sitting there with his tie loosened. He had a drink on the nightstand next to him and picked it up, taking a swig, his eyes never leaving you. You felt like you could melt underneath his salacious gaze.

Tony entered the room from behind you, an envelope in his hand. He held it out to you and you took it, getting the business out of the way right off the bat. You did not dare insult him by checking to see if all the cash was there.

He held out a couple more hundreds and your brow furrowed. “No protection.”

Your eyes moved between the two of them before you asked, “You’re clean?” Tony cocked his head and you said, “That’s a risk. You know I have to ask.”

“Yeah,” Tony chuckled. “Yeah, clean. But, baby, you were going to be sucking our dicks. Does your cunt really matter if it was gonna be all evident over your face?”

He had a point. “Touche.”

You snatched the bills from him and shoved them into your clutch. He took the purse from you then and placed it on the dresser. His large hand came to your waist, his fingers brushing the bare skin there.

Nodding towards where Steve was sitting, he suggested, “Why don’t you get him worked up?”

“Is he not already?” you asked coyly, eyes flicking down to where his dick was outlined in his slacks.

Steve’s lips curled into a smile, repeating your words to you, “Charming. I like it.”

You left Tony’s grasp, coming to stand in front of Steve. You wasted no time taking your clothes off with a flair, coming to stand in front of him in your lingerie. Steve’s fingers toyed with the strap at your hip, his eyes raking up and down your frame. You moved into his lap, feeling his length through his slacks, brushing your thigh. His lips were soft, but his kisses were rough, his hands slipping down to cup your ass, squeezing tightly. You grinded your pelvis against him and his breath caught against the friction; he really was already that hard.

Pulling away from him, your hands ghosted down his neck and onto his shoulders. Slinking out of his lap, you sunk to your knees before him. You pulled his belt off, tossing it over the arm of the chair and helped him shimmy his pants down, freeing his length. Starting slow, you teased him. He tasted salty as your tongue traced the vein on the bottom of his cock. At the head, you ran your teeth gently across and he moaned, tossing his head back.

Your mouth was full of him, feeling him at the back of your throat. Increasing your speed, you moved more shallowly making sure to swirl your tongue as you sucked. When you made eye contact with him, he gave a groan, his fingers wrapping up tighter around your hair. You pulled away with an audible pop, saliva trailing from your mouth to his head.

Steve leaned forward, his free hand grasping your cheeks to hold you tightly as he smashed his lips to yours.

“Fucking slut,” he growled, his eyes blown wide with lust.

His hand came down, shoving the straps of your bra off. He fumbled with the clasp and he tossed it across the room. He pulled you up towards him, his mouth wet along your nipples. He gave a hard suck and you gasped. Steve chuckled and nipped, sucking your nipple in again. His hand smacked your ass, drawing another strangled gasp and he fell back against the chair, a wolfish smile on his face as he stared up at you.

To your right, you caught sight of Tony who had gotten undressed during this.

“Come here,” Tony said, beckoning you with two fingers as he moved towards the bed.

He laid back down on the pillows, waiting for you. Coming to the bed, you took your underwear off before crawling on, bending over his erect cock. You ran a tantalizing lick up his length, keeping direct eye contact with him. Your mouth enveloped him, sliding down slowly. The bed shifted with Steve’s weight and you felt his head at your entrance. He slipped in with ease, his hands gripping your hips.

Tony held your head in place as you bounced with Steve’s thrusts. You choked against his cock which only made him more aroused, him biting his lip, holding you tighter. Steve was driving deep and Tony gave you a breather as Steve’s thrusts became unbridled.

Your mouth was rubbing up against his dick and he demanded, “Who do you belong to?”

“You, sir,” you gasped, before he shoved his dick right back in your mouth.

You could barely breathe with his cock shoved down your throat.

“You fucking like that? Choking on my dick?” You hummed a response against his dick as he continued ramming into the back of your throat. He chuckled darkly, “Couldn’t quite catch that. But I’m assuming it was good.”

Tony’s precum coated your mouth and you only thought of him finishing in your mouth. You would happily swallow every drop.

Steve came with a shout, his cock twitching inside you. You tried to lurch away from the feeling, but he held tight, emptying fully. You moaned, your mouth still full of Tony’s cock. You heard Steve sigh with relief at his release from behind you. His grip fell lax and he moved away from you and off the bed.

Tony yanked you away from his dick. “On your back,” Tony ordered, twirling his finger in the motion.

You did as he asked, flopping back. He was on you in a second, entering you swiftly. It did not take him long to find release after you had been giving him out of this world head. Forehead pressed against yours, he emptied, strangled moans leaving his throat. You were dripping cum from both men, it no doubt leaking onto the sheets.

The two of you laid there panting for a few moments. You were still so wound up, wanting release. But that was not something you were always granted, and this seemed to be one of those times. At least you had given them both great orgasms. Happy customers, happy life.

That is until, Tony pulled away and his hand slipped to your sex.

“Let’s make sure you leave satisfied, darling. I wouldn’t wanna leave a bad impression,” Tony husked, stroking your clit.

You were not going to complain, letting him work you towards release. You knew it was not going to take long considering how close you had already been. You gripped his forearm, your pelvis thrusting towards him, broken cries leaving you. Your head fell back against the pillows and you came down gasping.

Tony was grinning down at the sight of you coming undone around his fingers.

“Aren’t you just a beautiful sight,” he said, running his eyes over you once more. He tore his gaze away from you and backed off. “I’ll give you some air.”

You laid on the bed for a few minutes, staring up at the ceiling. That went way better than you had expected. You had fallen into it so easily and not let your nerves get the better of you. Showed you were damn good at your job.

The shower was running in the bathroom where you assumed Steve was at because Tony had thrown on his boxers and grabbed a cigar, going out onto the balcony. You slipped out of bed, thinking briefly if it would be appropriate to clean yourself up in the bathroom. But you did not want to bother him.

Tugging your underwear back on, you tried to be quiet. You pulled your skirt back up and snatched your shirt off the table, pulling it back on.

As you were grabbing your purse, you saw your phone was lighting up with texts. Elisha was texting asking if you wanted to ride home with her cause she was done with whoever she had gone home with. You texted back quickly telling her you would meet her just as you heard the sliding glass door open back up and Tony come back inside.

“You don’t have to run off,” Tony commented, coming back from the balcony.

You held up your phone and said, “My friend wants company on the ride home. She doesn’t like riding alone at this time of night.”

“Hmm. Pity. But understandable.”

“Do you need me to stick around to say goodbye to your friend?”

“You know his name,” Tony chortled. “And no.”

“He didn’t properly introduce himself.”

“That is true. Neither did I.”

“Like you said… I know your names,” you said, raising your brows. You checked yourself in the mirror, making sure you did not look like a total trainwreck.

Tony came up from behind you, pressing up against you. You looked at him through the mirror as he traced his hands down your sides. He was taking you in slowly and you did not mistake the hunger in his eyes.

He locked eyes with you through the mirror and said in a low voice, “We’ll be seeing you soon.”

Your heart was pounding as you left the hotel suite. Did you just become a go to for them?

~~~

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jack x FEM reader

hcs ig

gonna be short too 

-okay so dating this man is sorta difficult

-i see him as tsundere ig 

- he will SOMETIMES make you dinner lunch snacs etc etc 

- hes not a big person on PDA but yk he sometimes like it

-will poke at ur height even if ur taller than him LIKE 

-A GOOD KISSER ISTG

-oka y thanks it ig request if you want more