#jack in the box x male reader

[doctordbd]

“Doctor is it true you looked up jack in the box x reader after watching one too many edits of him on tiktok?”

Me:

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Hello! I know that your asks are closed right now, but this idea just popped into my mind and I needed to get it to you before it disappeared. Please feel free to ignore this until your asks reopen or just ignore it in general. I don't want you to feel forced to do anything, especially when I'm breaking your blog rules!

Jack Howl × Gorou M! Reader

I just noticed that you didn't have anything for Jack where he's by himself; so I wanted to give you a bit of inspiration! Have a wonderful day, Mr. Benny.

Jack Howl - With Gorou-Like Male Reader

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Originally I was going to do all of the asks from franchises that I hadn't written for before first, but then I saw this and remembered that Jack didn't have any stand-alone content on my blog yet, so I just had to right this injustice. —Benny🐰

                                                                                                   

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🍐  Jack first met you at the orientation ceremony. He sort of already felt comfortable around you because of your canine traits and the way you carried yourself with such seriousness and determination. The white-haired boy also thought you smelled kind of nice; like the ocean and water-logged wood, but there was also a bit of sweetness in there that he couldn't quite identify. As orientation ended and all the Savanaclaw students made their way to the mirror chamber, Jack's curious eyes stayed glued to your cloaked form.

🍐 Coincidentally, you and Jack ended up sharing a dorm room, how nice for him. He was a bit shocked when you told him right off the bat that if he needed help or just someone to talk to you would readily lend an ear. The fact that he was bunked with such a supportive person was incredibly relieving for the wolf-eared boy. While it would take him a little while to open up to you more, considering you just met, Jack would be sure to act on your offer in the future.

🍐  Jack loves exercising with you! After learning about your previous status as a general before your enrollment in the NRC, he requested to know your exercise routine during that time, to which you happily agreed. You both have a habit of waking up at the crack of dawn and going for a run which made you decide to ask him to accompany you instead of heading out separately. Your skills with a bow and arrow also caught Jack's attention, often watching you practice and occasionally catching glimpses of a certain weird Pomefiore third-year hiding in the bushes.

🍐 During one particularly hot day, you and Jack ended up staying in your shared dorm room after class instead of going outside or to the dorm's indoor gym to exercise; far too hot to will yourselves to move. This is when the wolf beast-man learned of your shared habit of your extra appendages giving away your emotions, your orange-brown and white ears drooping with exhaustion from the heat. When Jack suggested going to the dorm kitchen and making smoothies, he had to hold back a chuckle at how your ears perked up and how your tail began to sway. Although, when you saw where his gaze was directed you grew embarrassed and covered your butt with a pillow.

🍐 Speaking of sweet things, Jack discovered that his dorm mate had a fondness for sweets, he remembered you mentioning that you didn't get them very often while you were a general. He actually whipped up some pear jam on toast for you once to see what you thought about the taste and was happy that he found a fellow pear enjoyer in you. You did tell him that your favorite fruit was something called lavender melon, a tree fruit that was native to the cluster of islands that you grew up on. The fruit was on his mind for a while after that, Jack may or may not have made plans to eat it with you in the future.

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[jinnie-ret]

FIC RECS

Ok so someone in my asks box asked me for some fic recommendations and I tried to add some gradually but my asks have been so weird recently so I've had to make a new post for them!

First of all ty anonnie you words were really sweet, I hope you stay healthy too!

Also just to preface I will list sfw and nsfw recs so pls if you are a minor, do not explore the nsfw recommendations, these blogs will most likely have a mdni statement so pls respect that and don't go against that :)

Now, enjoy!

SFW

Enough for you - @mixtape-racha (poly ot8 angst comfort)

We love an angst comfort fic and this is one of my faves. Take caution reading this one and read the content warnings at the top just in case! But this one is simply amazing and I wish I wrote it the end.

The Field Trip - @dreamescapeswriting (Seungmin X reader)

Seungmin and reader are teachers in this and if you follow me you may have seen me reblog this one before bc I love it and want this, also this blog has so many imagines you will be fed for days

Warm blankets - @jiniret-writings (3 parts, hurt comfort poly ot8 x reader)

I felt so emotionally invested in this story when I read it, like I felt readers pain 😭 gorgeous

jack-in-the-box -@junicai (angst, ninth member reader)

Set in kingdom. We hate mnet. Skz are very protective and reader gets the comfort she deserves in the end, love this sm!

@hyunjinsbelovedamericano - lots of headcanons and reaction type fics on their MASTERLIST, give it a look!!

Simptober 2023 - @skz-streamer

Fluff for days!!! pookie rly worked hard on this one so go and show some love because you've got so much to read here

Skz text aus - @channiesbakery

These are so so funny I cannot cope. Also explore the other fluff posts too bc they're really cute!

More text aus - @diddybok

Same goes for this blog too, explore their other stuff!

@hannahhbahng has some rly cute fluffy reads on their masterlist

@hanjiquokkaaa check out their skz reactions! My pookie slays every time

Skz fluff fics - @wooahaes

So much fluff to pick from! I fall in love every time!

Warm milk and honey - @horanghoe (poly skz x reader)

One of my fav skz comfort fics of all time, it's so so good, recommending again bc I should

In his arms, unexpectedly yours - @cheesemonky (Hyunjin x reader series)

This is a new series which I'm excited to see my pookie write !!!

@astraysimp for dad skz!!!

Nicholas Ross - @dean-a-mean-tae (skz ninth member male oc)

Love their ninth member writings so definitely check it out if you're looking for male!oc who is the ninth!

In my past, I find you and in the future, I still have you - @yangbbokari (Chan x reader)

Heartbreaking, like so angsty but it's gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous

Princess treatment with SKZ - @j-oneproduces

Each individual member x reader has a drabble and I love it so so much, very accurate imo

@skzoologist read their imagines on their ninth member oc Bae! They also have a fic called unfamiliarity using the same oc :)

I like the view - @mirisss (hybrid ot8 skz X reader)

I rly need to reread this one because I loved what I read so far on it!!!

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Rabbit hybrid reader - @authorofdanger (hybrid skz x hybrid reader)

I've linked a masterlist, I'd recommend the fic dominance and then the first few fics which are to do with reader as a rabbit hybrid! slight warning that woojin is mentioned

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Red Moon - @lixiepeach (omegaverse series)

this is one of the first skz omegaverse fics I read and it is done so beautifully, as it says in the description of the series, it deals with more adult content than just smut, and the way it is explored is written so well, couldn't recommend highly enough!

Inked Petals and Message Tones - @leviackermanscleaningbuddy (poly smau with real life)

this is an ao3 skz fic which changed my life. I can't explain how much I love this, it had me on an emotional rollercoaster fr fr like it's amazing!

n.h.i.e mini series - @hyungszn (smut ot8 x reader)

damn this one really has me on my toes like the chapters are chefs kiss and it's such a good read!

Bold - @hyunsvngs (American footballer minsung x reader)

Wow wow wee wow. This one made my brain go brrr and evaporate and melt and wow the storyline in it is so so good too. Juno rly has such a good relationship with anonnies and moots and it's so lovely to see. A jupiter stan right here!!

Sanguis Limerence - @jl-micasea-fics (vampire skz x reader)

This is one of the first series I was fully committed to reading on this all and constantly checking. It's insanely amazing, I can't put it into words and now I wanna read it all back again 😭

waiting for us - @kkami-writes (smau poly ot8 X reader)

I'm in love with this!!! Perhaps my fav skz smau like the character development as well is really nice to see and it's an easy read if you find it easier to read it in text messages form

Anger management - @2chopsticks2eyes (minsung x reader)

This is so hot and the way the storyline progresses as well is beautiful

@1-800-shedevil I'm in awe of her and her blog. Gorgeous writer, gorgeous writing. Her posts about body positivity rly are so helpful and her words are so comforting

Sharing = caring - @cbini (ot8 X reader)

This is unbelievably good and if you haven't seen it yet? Do you even Tumblr? Love how ems has such a good relationship with moots and in answering asks too! cbinian for life

Better than revenge - @lixie-phoria (smau Jeongin x reader)

I'm so obsessed with this series so far, putting it here bc there's smut to be added in the future. But I'm in love with it so far wow!!!

[aliaology]

COACH

summary: reader is a single mother who just signed her son up for hockey! who knew that number eighty-six of the new jersey devils would help coach alongside his teammates.

pairings: jack hughes x fem!reader

warnings: talks of teen pregnancy if that counts…? talks of sex and birth control. SO MUCH FLUFF BC I THINK JACK WOULD BE GREAT WITH LIL KIDS.

being pregnant at eighteen was not what you expected. no, it was actually nowhere near your list of “what will i do when im eighteen.” of course, you tried to figure out where you went wrong. thats when it hit you, you forgot to take your birth control that entire week, and your now ex-boyfriend was so sure you would still be fine because you took it a few days before.

how wrong he was. and he fled quickly too.

now you sat in the small bleachers of a local rink, helping your son get his skates tied. the five year old gave a goofy grin as he saw some of his friends from school or from the same apartment complex as you.

“you ready to go, baby?” you ask him with a smile, patting his leg as you helped him stand on the skates.

“uh huh!” he smiled widely.

“okay, lets go lovie, one of the coaches will be paired with you and helping you, okay?” you told him, bending down to his height. he gave a toothy grin.

“okay mama!” you smiled and held his hand as you brought him over to the opening of the rink. a few kids were in front of you two, getting paired with one of the older males.

you learned that it was the new jersey devils, their team came to help the little ones. you smiled at your son as you guys got to the opening. number eighty six awaited for your son.

jack lifted his gaze from his hands to you and your son. his breath hitched as he saw your face. you were pretty. really pretty.

he stuck his hand out, “hi im jack— jack hughes” he smiled.

you grabbed his hand, shaking it slightly. “its nice to meet you, im y/n.” you grin. you then look at your son, so does jack.

jack crouches down. “and whats your name little bud?” he asked.

“connor!” your son smiled.

“well connor, you ready to play some hockey?” jack grinned. your son nodded excitedly and grabbed onto jacks arm.

jack took your son out onto the ice as you sat down back on the bleachers. you crossed your legs and placed your head onto your hand as you watched your son excitedly practice with number 86.

jack hughes was attractive, you knew that for sure. but the way he was so gentle with your son, holy shit you felt like it was love at first sight. of course, it wasn’t, but this very attractive man was being amazing to your son. who would not want that?

you watched as he helped your son skate around. he helped connor hold his stick properly, helped him hit the puck. though— you couldn’t help but laugh when connor slipped and fell straight on his butt. jack seemed to also find it funny as he slapped a hand over his mouth while helping connor up.

you also watched as jack would sneak glances at you every so often. you had to say it made you feel flustered when you caught him.

after about two hours, the small practice came to and end. parents took photos with some of the devils, kids got their stuff put back in bags, but your son, he was attached to jack’s hip. he would not leave jack alone,

jack needed to take a picture with a fan? connor would wait patiently for him. jack had to go back to the players box for his stuff? connor was following. jack was walking towards you? well, connor was in his arms.

“little man here seems to like me, i think” jack spoke with a smile.

you let out a small laugh as the now tired kid had rested his head against jacks shoulder.

“i think so too, im sorry about him being all over you. he doesn’t get attached easily so this is somewhat new.” you spoke softly.

you grabbed the helmet from jacks grasp, putting it in your son’s hockey bag. “its no problem at all, really. hes a cutie, and one hell of a fast learner.” jack gushed.

you smiled, turning to your son who rubbed his eyes. “ready to go home, baby?” you asked, hands out so he could go to you.

“no! i want to stay with jack” he pouted, turning his head away.

you sighed softly. “im sorry jack.” you told.

“its okay, promise. here, ill hold him so you can take his gear off and then i can carry him to your car? does that sound okay?” jack asked.

you nod as you smile. “sounds perfect.”

jack sat down, holding connor. you gently took of his gear, even if it was a struggle that connor wouldn’t even move from jack’s shoulder. once you got it all in his bag, including his skates, you zipped it up and slung it over your shoulder.

you and jack walked in silence as connor had fallen asleep on jacks shoulder. once you got to your car, you put connor’s bag in the back as jack gently placed him in his car seat.

you turn to him. “thank you for this, it means a lot to me.” you told him.

“couldn’t resist. the kids a cutie and hes got spunk. not to mention his mom is really pretty too.” jack told, smiling at you.

his face then dropped. “i mean unless you have a boyfriend— i totally didn’t say that.” he stuttered.

you laughed lightly, “i dont, thank you” you muttered.

jack’s cheeks went pink. “i uh— can i get your number by any chance?” he asks.

“will you be here next practice?” you question. jack nods. “team will be here for all except when we have roadies.” jack explained.

you nod. “you can have it next practice.” you smile and go to your side of the car. “thank you again, jack.”

“no.. problem” he spoke slowly. he watched you drive away. he barely knew you but you had him wrapped around your pretty little finger.

hes so cutie

[oneforthemunny]

star girl |dom!eddie munson x sub!reader|

prompt: eddie doesn't decorate. you gift him a small tree to try and get him into the christmas spirit. he decides he'll decorate it, with his own personal decorations. thank you @wheels-of-despair for this iconic idea

apart of the twelve days of christmas with dom!eddie series that you can read here!

contains: smut minors dni 18+. dom/sub themes. dirty photos. oral fem receiving. male masturbation (eddie jacks off). cum play-ish???? taking nudes and dirty pictures lol (on a polaroid).

“You know,” You purr, pushing up on your forearms, the worn comforter slipping over your naked frame. 

Eddie’s eyes lingered momentarily on your chest, half-lidded blinks through the smoky, hazy air, one arm behind his head to prop himself up while he smoked the joint. A soft grunt rumbling out of his chest, offering you the burning joint between his fingers. 

You shook your head, holding the comforter to your chest, sitting back on your knees. “I think,” You twisted your lips gently, looking around the familiar room of the trailer- the same as it always was through every season. “That a little teeny tiny tree in here would really make the place festive.” 

Eddie huffed, eyes rolling into his head in annoyance. He felt blindly for the ashtray on his bedside, bumming the joint and flicking it into the pile for later. “No. How many times do I gotta say it?” He muttered. “You got every other room in the house.” 

“It won’t be a lot.” You countered, eyes rounding sweetly towards him. “I swear, just a tree. Please? Let me just put up a tree. A small one, like this big.” You held your hands up, motioning at the smallness of the tree- one you may have already bought. That may be in your trunk. 

“Why does it matter?” Eddie huffed in annoyance. 

“Because I want it.” You pouted, bottom lip puckered in just the right way to have him flushing. “And you love me, and want me to have what I want.”

Eddie scoffed, shaking his head, but you didn’t miss the blush rising up on his chest. “Right. If it’s what you want, then you should get it, right?” He snided sarcastically. 

You ignored it, hand slipping off your chest, letting the comforter slide with it, down the slopes of your breasts. Eddie’s eyes followed, like clockwork, as the blanket fell further and further. “You can decorate it however you want.” You thrummed seductively, low and gravelly, lashes batting his way. “I’ll help you if you want.” The blanket fell, sliding down your sternum, nipples hardening at the cool air of the room. 

Eddie blinked, eyes going vacant, mindless with your tits sitting in front of him. You weren’t playing fair, you knew exactly what you were doing. Eddie had half a mind to tell you that, maybe bust out the clamps and use them on you for trying to manipulate him this way. 

Instead, he let you ride him, boobs bouncing with every gallop of your hips, his hands grabbing and squeezing them, hard enough to have you squealing. 

The next day, the tiny tree had taken up residence on his dresser. Pushed to a corner, one he begrudgingly cleared, bare and smushed from storage. Eddie glared at it while he smoked, the way it mocked him just sitting there. A reminder of the most wonderful time of the year, or whatever the fuck it was. 

“I have extra ornaments, if you want to decorate it with them.” You had offered, but Eddie refused. He wouldn’t decorate it, not unless he got a really good idea- unless he could decorate it his way. 

The idea came when he was jacking off. 

Palming himself on the couch, watching MTV, Eddie’s cock was twitching, creeping to life with arousal with every twirl Paula Abdul gave on the screen. He was glad you weren’t here, you’d smack him and scream at him for staring. Eddie paused for a moment, pulling his hand out of his pants and walking to his bedroom, snagging the bottle of Jergens out of the bathroom.

“Where the fuck did I- ah!” Eddie grinned, pushing through his clothes hanging in the closet for his Rebok shoe box, old and torn at the corners but it held his prized possessions. “There you are.” Eddie muttered, flipping the cardboard lid open easily. 

Inside, dozens of polaroids scattered inside, all of you. You tied up, cum shots of your face or your ass or your pussy, all the things you’d tried- clamps, plugs, paddle marks, wax, the gag. Eddie laid them out carefully, his own little collection of naughty photos all for him. 

Eddie crawled the length of the bed, reaching for his favorite, a teary eyed photo of you on your knees, tongue out for Eddie’s cock, a faint peek of your red ass sticking out behind you.

Sweatpants shimmied off his waist, kicked with his boxers to the far side of the room, Eddie propped himself against the headboard, hand wrapped around his length, stroking himself slowly. 

He could remember the day he took the photo, after a concert at the Hideout. You had worn a leather corset, teased Eddie all day with it until he couldn’t take it any longer. He’d gotten you home, really played with you until you were sobbing, begging him to fuck you. 

His hand jerked his length faster and faster, a low groan caught in his throat, head tipping back. He could hear you, hear your whiny, little voice begging him to fuck you. “Please, I’ll be so good. So good, Eddie, please. I need it. Need you.” 

“Fuck, I know you will.” Eddie groaned into the quiet of the room, a straggled whimper creeping out. He tried to imagine it was you making him feel this good, not his own hand. He had never missed you more. 

Eddie knew his own orgasm was close, belly tightening with that feverish heat coursing through his body, his hand pumping himself faster and faster. A half lidded gaze cast on the photo of you, memories playing behind his eyes like his favorite film, hips jerking, small grunts and whines of pleasure until he was spilling over himself. 

Eddie’s chest heaved, hot and clammy, his release on his hand, some spilled on the base of himself. Vision blurred lightly, focusing gently back to normal from that post-orgasm haze. His eyes landed on it. The tree, perched right in front of him, bristling him with annoyance, killing his post-bliss euphoric feeling. 

A tattooed hand snatched his underwear, discarded on the floor, wiping himself off half-heartedly. He made sure to put his soiled underwear in the hamper- knowing you’d huff at him if he didn’t- snatching his sweatpants back off the ground. The Polaroid of you slightly creased in the corner from his grasp, he opened the box, setting it neatly inside until an idea crashed over him. 

The idea. 

Call it post-orgasm clarity, Eddie would call it genius, but his lips curled, a positively smug grin that felt like The Grinch’s snarly smile from the cartoon. 

Eddie grabbed the box, lying it out on the kitchen table, a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips while he worked. Hot glue gun dripping onto the already scratched wood, tiny ornament hooks, and ribbons. Eddie knew exactly how he wanted to decorate. 

“What is this?” 

Eddie smirked, the quip in your tone, a ghosting of a scoff; he knew you saw it. His creation. 

“What, baby?” Eddie hummed coyly, slipping into the bedroom behind you. You stood in front of the dresser, carefully looking at each of the ‘ornaments’ he added to the tree, your face flushing with each one you saw. 

You turned, a brow furrowed at him, nodding towards the tree. “Oh, I decorated.” Eddie said simply, a tiny shrug of his shoulders. “Thought that was what you wanted.” 

“You decorated.” You blinked. “With… these?” Your fingers brushed over one of the Polaroids that captured your legs spread, cunt dripping with his release onto the sheets below you. 

“Yeah, why not?” Eddie shrugged so nonchalantly cool it made you shiver. His arms circled your waist, nose nuzzling into the soft skin of your flushed cheek. “You said I could decorate it however I want, and if it’s gotta be in my room, I want it covered with my favorite things.” He muttered against your skin, pressing a soft kiss against it. 

“Hm,” You hum, leaning into his touch. His groin rubbed against your ass, sporting a semi that had you snorting lightly. “Well, as long as you like it, I like it. Very festive, baby.” 

“Yeah, I thought so.” Eddie purred, lips ghosting over your cheek, sliding down to your jaw. “Need one more though. Somethin’ special for the star.” 

“Oh?” You squeaked, a shuddering breath caught in your throat. Eddie’s lips kissed down your jawline, teeth grazing over the spot under your ear that had your knees buckling. 

“Mm-hmm, want it to be a good one.” Eddie rasped, hands sliding down your hips, up your tummy towards your breasts. “Think we can take one? One good one for the star?” 

Your eyes fluttered open, whining behind closed lips. Eddie’s hands squeezing your boobs through your shirt, lips pressing sloppy kisses down your neck. You found the camera on the dresser easily, propped on the edge and ready for use. 

“What kinda picture?” You pressed, hips wiggling back against his groin, head tilting for better access, his lips trailing down your neck. 

Eddie’s hand grip at the small of your waist, walking you back towards the bed. Hands fumbling over each other, brushing touches and shoving of your clothes, tearing them off the other until they were a pile beneath you. 

“How do you want me?” You asked, a raspy whisper that had Eddie’s cock lurching, tip leaking with his own excitement. Your hand grabbing at his arms, his shoulders, his back, pulling him closer and closer to you 

“Get on all fours for me, baby.” Eddie growled, a sharp squeeze to your ass that had you squealing, scrambling to the disheveled bed, crawling until you were in a table top position. 

Eddie grinned, swiping the camera off the bed, checking the film. “Look back at me. Yeah, fuuuck yes, baby just like that.” He groaned, holding the camera to his eye, looking at you through the tiny hole. Your chin hooked over your shoulder, ass high in the air, arched and presented so he could see every single inch of you. 

The flash stunned you, blinking even though you were expecting it. “That’s the star?” You asked, brow lifted in question. “Thought you’d want something better than that.” 

“Oh, that’s not the star.” Eddie smirked, shaking the Polaroid. “This one’s just for me, sweetheart. You just look pretty. Wanted it all for myself.” 

You blush, heat spreading from the tip of your ears, to the tingling euphoric rush in your toes. “Ed,” You huffed. “Please, can you- can you hurry up?” 

Eddie’s brow raised, challenging- warning. “I said please,” You pout, that nasally pinch to your tone reserved just for him at times like this. His weakness. 

“I heard you.” Eddie rolled his eyes, tossing the camera beside him, grabbing you by the small of your waist, yanking you back towards him. “Stick that ass out f’me. You know how I want you.” A sharp smack to your ass had you squealing, Eddie’s jaw flexing at the sound, silencing the groan that threatened to spill from his throat. 

Your back arched, sinking your lower half down so your ass raised higher, cheek pressed to the mattress. Eddie stroked himself, eyes trained on your puffy lips. “You ready for me?” Eddie rasped, calloused hands gripping the fatty flesh of your ass, spreading your open wide. 

“Mmhmm,” You squirmed, hands gripping the sheets, arching further and further. 

Eddie’s right hand left your ass, fingers swiping over your sopping folds. The gasp you gave was music to his ears, a heavenly sound, light and airy- it made his heart race, cheeks flushed with rushing excited heat. It wasn’t what you expected, not in this position anyways. 

“You excited, hm?” Eddie grinned, voice rising to that taunting tone that had you clenching around his fingers pumping slowly in and out of you. “You like the idea of me takin’ photos of you like this, don’t you? Dirty girl.” 

“Yeah,” You breathed lightly, eyes pinching closed in pleasure. “That feels good, Ed.” 

“Does it?” Eddie hummed, pulling his fingers out slowly. You raised, a breathy whine of protest filling the room, Eddie’s hand on your spine pressing you down before you could continue. 

His hand found his shaft again, sinking to his knees on the mattress behind you, spreading your arousal easily over his length, tongue sliding over his bottom lip then it was on you. Tongue flattening, licking a long strip from the very top of your cunt, gliding through your folds, stopping to circle over your sopping hole. 

You gasped, a sharp breath of a grunt, hips bucking out of place at the feeling. You were expecting Eddie’s cock, for him to rail you, pin your arms to the small of your back and fuck you into the mattress. 

Eddie’s nose traced over your drenched entrance, lips curling and suckling around your clit, his free hand jacking himself. His hand would brush over your skin with every hard stroke, leaving you shuddering in its wake. 

“Ed,” You panted, face pressed into the mattress to try and keep your pathetic whines and cries in. “Please, whatever you’re doing just- ohmyfuckin’god- don’t stop.” 

Eddie groaned, vibrations sending shock waves straight to your core, hips rocking back towards his face as best as you could in the awkwardly bent position, folded in two practically so he could devour you. He stroked himself harder, faster with every whimper and whine that fell from your lips. 

He knew that you were close, the way your toes curled, hips jolting with every hollowed cheek suckle of his lips on your clit. He could feel his own high coming, slowing his strokes to time his release. Eddie wanted you to cum first- wanted that dazed, glassy eyed tinge in your eyes, when you looked positively picture perfect. 

And he got his money shot. That tree topping, perfect picture, better than what he could have imagined. Your cheeks glowing, teary eyes rounded, looking up perfectly at him with your tongue out, collecting every drop of his release while Eddie grunted out babbling praises that left you flushing with heat. 

“That’s the one.” Eddie grinned, chest still shining with a sheen of sweat, a pink flush down his tattooed torso. He flicked the Polaroid in his hand a few more times, grinning proudly at the photo, his own masterpiece. 

“That’s it?” You hummed, head rushing with that post-orgasm gooey feeling that had your heart swelling, cheek pressed to Eddie’s pillow. It smelled like him- citrusy Gain detergent, faint spicy cologne that was muted in the second hand transfer to the cotton, and his tea tree shampoo. You pressed your face further into the cotton, hands sneaking under the pillow, peeking out at Eddie from your place on the bed. 

“This is the one, babe.” Eddie nodded, rummaging through the small box of ornaments for what he was looking for, a cheap, plastic star. “This is a star worthy photo.” 

“I’m glad you like it.” You giggle. “Glad I could make your vision come true.” 

Eddie smirked, adjusting the star so it sat perched on top of the tree, the Polaroid taped to it. He stepped back, hands on his hips, admiring his own handiwork. You sitting back on your thighs, love drunk look in your eyes, tongue out showing off his release proudly, a tiny sliver of his tip in the bottom corner of the shot. 

His picture perfect star. The only thing he wanted on top of his tree. 

[theodorecanaryhood]

Wrong number

Jason Todd (left) x Male reader (right)

Reader gets a wrong number calling and the two get into a discussion

Boxes filled the floor space as you moved them to place, looking around you saw in your mind where you wanted everything.

Finally able to afford a new place of your own, moving from your parents. A bit reluctant about moving to Gotham City of all places sure, but rent is much cheaper here.

With a couple of weeks to spare until you began your new job, you had more time to make your home and home.

Your phone ringing distracted you, the vibration of your cell in your back pocket made you jump a little.

‘Hello?’ You answered, a man’s voice presented itself.

‘Hey Kevin, how are you?’ The man’s voice said.

‘This isn’t Kevin, sorry I think you have the wrong number’ you replied as the man sighed down the other side.

‘Fuck, my Grindr match must’ve given me a wrong number’ he said sadly.

You felt bad for the stranger on the other side, he just wanted to get to know a new guy and got rejected.

‘Guess he did, sorry’ you said as the man sighed again.

The man took a breath on the other end as he began to speak again.

‘So, what’s your name?’ He asked, you rested the phone between your shoulder and ear as you moved a box from the floor in the hallway, moving it to what would be the bedroom.

‘Y/n’ you replied, walking to the bedroom.

‘Well I’m Jason’ he introduced as you smiled a little.

‘Awesome, nice to meet you’ you smiled again.

You could hear Jason smilie on the other end, as he seemed to what you took as lay down.

‘You from here?’ He asked, you shook your head.

‘No, from Coast City, moved here for work and independence’ you revealed.

‘Well Gotham is an interesting choice’ Jason smirked.

‘I’m sure’ you chuckled as you placed the box on the bare mattress.

‘So, you single?’ Jason asked, you laughed.

‘Yeah’ you said as Jason chuckled.

‘You into guys?’ Jason asked, you raised an eyebrow.

‘Guess’ you said as Jason sighed again.

‘If I guess, can I take you out?’ Jason asked, you beamed.

You sat on the bare mattress, enjoying the phone call from a stranger. From his voice you guessed he was a big guy.

‘Go ahead’

‘You’re a bottom, you like men to dominate you’ Jason said.

‘Correct’ you laughed as Jason cheered on the other end of the phone.

‘This is creepy for a first phone call and we don’t even know what we look like’ Jason realised as you nodded.

‘I agree, but I guess we’ll have to meet up’ you suggested.

‘Great, how about tonight at six? There’s a bar not too far away from Iceberg. It’s called Red Sea’ Jason said.

‘Red Sea? Shall I dress up Captain Jack Sparrow or something?’ You chuckled, making Jason laugh on the other end of the phone.

‘Sure if you want’ Jason joked as you walked to a box of clothes.

‘Cool, see you at six, Jason’ you said, Jason’s voice was like music.

‘See you then, y/n’

The call ended, you couldn’t believe the luck you had of a random number calling you and asking you out within 30 minutes of talking.

You had no friends out here so it only made sense that you would not have objections to meeting up with someone.

Course, not a great meet and greet if you have no idea who he is, what he looks like or even if he is a serial killer or something.

‘I’m wearing a black tank top’ the text from Jason’s number said, you walked to the Red Sea doors.

Taking a breath as you walked in, finding Jason with a black tank top and black jeans. Black hair, tattoos, big arms on show.

‘Jason?’ You asked, the black haired man shot his eyes to you.

‘Whoa, hey, y/n?’ Jason took your form in as he stood up.

The two of you shook hands, Jason towered over you, his eyes drew you in.

The two of you had a drink and sat together, Jason’s skin was warm and soft. He reached for your hand across from the table.

The two of you heals onto each other, Jason reached across from the other side as he brushed your hair back.

Your heart raced, blood rushed down to your pants. You felt yourself rising in between the legs as you faced the most attractive man you’d ever seen.

‘Wanna dance?’ Jason asked, you nodded as Jason switched on the duke box.

The two of you held onto each other as you swayed to the music.

Jason leant down as he stroked your face, kissing you gently. You ran a hand up his arms as you deepened the kiss.

Holding onto his shoulders, Jason held your face as he snuck his tongue inside your mouth.

Kisses as sweet as heaven, Jason brushed himself against you as you felt his length rising too.

‘My place isn’t too far from here, want to head back there?’ Jason asked you, you nodded.

Jason took his time with you, greeting you with long slow kisses, little smiles and words of comfort.

Holding onto Jason, his back being greeted by scratches as his neck was greeted by your lips.

Jason was the best sex you’d ever had, you were certain that you were for him too. The two of you made so much noise, making so much mess from sweat, bites, clothes everywhere.

The two of you lay together as you slept sweetly in Jason’s arms, him being so determined to see you again.

You didn’t realise you could fall in love so quickly, neither did Jason.

All it took was a Grindr match to give a wrong number, and for you answer your phone.

[loveundrwrld]

oneshot, trying something new. gender neutral reader x male yandere

cws: kidnapping, implied stalking, general yandere creepiness

you get into a relationship with a man you met on a blind date, but you begin to regret not breaking the relationship off sooner . . .

you take a deep breath, and take another sip of your wine. it had to be today. you had your mind set on it. you were on a date with him and you were going to finally bring it up.

today, you were definitely going to break up with your boyfriend.

you had felt bad over wanting to do so. after all, you had liked him so much in the beginning.

the relationship had started out so well.

you two had met on a blind date your coworker had set up. she had a friend, jack, who was looking for a partner and she knew that you were single. to her, the solution was obvious.

you had your reservations, not wanting to get into a relationship too soon after your last one. but eventually, she successfully cajoled you into it, reassuring you that he was nothing like your ex. and it’s only one date, after all. what’s the harm in that?

the first date went surprisingly well. he was a good listener. he had a lot of hobbies in common with you, liked a lot of the same movies, and seemed very into you.

he was flustered, nervously stuttering his words and blushing. you were flattered by how much you affected him.

he was cute, too. tall and long, with soft shaggy hair and big brown eyes. he just had a sweet look to him. it was like he was a big dog- cute, but in an approachable way.

it was all enough to charm you into asking for a second date. and then a third, then a forth.

as the dates went by, you slowly went from feeling charmed to feeling wearied of him. he was sweet, but sickly sweet, like a candy that left a bad taste in your mouth.

he gave you lots of compliments and affection. excessively so. he was always early to dates, no matter how early you tried to get there. he began calling and texting you, all the time, even while you were asleep. he was constantly giving you gifts as a surprise, too.

it was all too much for you. you kept being too cowardly and backed out of it ending things every time you met, but this time you resolved yourself that you would do it for sure.

and then, to your surprise, during your date, he starts to get down on one knee. he brings out a box from his back pocket, and you grimace, knowing now for certain that you have waited too long.

you stand up as a reflex. "jack, don't-" you hiss slightly, nervous.

his wide smile quickly falls.

"what do you mean, don't?"

you suck in a deep breath, and look around you. everyone is looking at the two of you.

"i mean, i'm very flattered, but isn't this relationship moving… a little fast?" you say, keeping your voice quiet. "it's only been a few months and you're proposing."

despite your best efforts not to make it a scene, you can still hear people muttering in hushed tones.

"but i know that you're the one for me," he says in a wobbling voice. "why wait any longer?"

"because! i don't think that you are the one for me."

his face immediately drops, his eyes beginning to shine with tears. still on the floor and looking up at you, he looks rather like a kicked puppy. you instantly regret your sharp tone.

you feel the pressure of everyone's eyes on you. all the guests around you now are giving you dirty looks.

"i'm sorry," you say, in a quiet voice. "i didn't mean to say it like that. but, it's the truth. i can't do this any longer. it's just all moving so fast for me. you should have someone who can move at your pace, but that’s not me.”

"…that's ok." he looks at you with a pleading expression. "if you don't want to get married yet, we can try to take it slow."

"no… actually i think that it's best we end it now. let's just break up."

he keeps looking at you with tears running down his face, silently begging you to change your mind. you smiled at him, tensely, as an apology. he starts to sob a little, and you feel awkward and guilty, aware of how everyone around you is silently judging you.

you turn around to leave, but you feel a hand tugging on your shirt sleeve.

"wait. at least let me drive you back. you've had too much wine today for me to let you drive."

you nod, looking down. you let him lead you into the passenger seat of his car, waiting for him while he pays.

you look around, idly. it was the first time you had been in his car, as he always insisted he’d rather be driven by you anywhere than the other way around. it was a lot less clean than you expected.

there is a mess on the dashboard, tons of paper and receipts. you see that it’s credit card statements after glancing briefly. you see a lot of zeroes and you avert your eyes, feeling some guilt over the questions that pop into your mind.

might have something to do with the ring, too, you think with a sinking feeling in your stomach

he comes back, and you avoid his eyes, looking out the window to the parking lot as he climbs in the driver's side.

"…i'm sorry," you say again, softly.

"but you won't change your mind?"

you shake your head.

you feel his arm tugging you into a half hug, and gives you a small smile. you look up at him, confused. his grip on your arm tightens.

he quickly pulls out a rag, pushing it over your mouth.

you weakly try to scream, muffled by the rag. you quickly start to feel tired, the chemical scent lulling you into darkness.

"shhh… it's ok. just close your eyes."

he holds down the rag firmly, holding you to him with his other arm. when your squirming slows down fully, he leans you down into the car seat.

he was just thankful you hadn't looked closer at the papers on the dashboard before he got in.

after all, those had his real name on them.

[soulofapatrick]

Kiss and Tell - Alex Claremont-Diaz x Male Reader

Summary: You and Alex accidentally out your relationship at an international jumping competition

Words: 1.8k

Warnings: heavy make out; being outed

Notes: How are his eyelashes so pretty?! I mean how is he so pretty altogether! And Nick too!

Y/N’s POV

As the sun hangs low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the sprawling English countryside, I can feel the familiar excitement coursing through my veins. It’s the day of the international equestrian jump competition, where I’ll proudly represent the royal family. The rhythmic sound of hooves against the earth and the fluttering of the Union Jack flags in the breeze create a thrilling atmosphere. 

Dressed in my crisp riding attire, I lead my stallion, Indiana Jones, towards the starting point. The adrenaline pumps through me as we approach course of jumps, each one more challenging than the last. 

As I focus on the course ahead, I can’t help but glance at the crowd. Amongst the sea of spectators, I spot familiar faces of my fellow competitors, all dressed in their nation’s colours. But there’s one face that stands out, a face that instantly captures my attention. There, sitting in the VIP section with Henry and Bea, is Alex Claremont-Diaz, the First Son of the United States. He’s a vision in his perfect tailored suit, his dark hair is impeccably styled, and his eyes sparkle with excitement as he watches the competition unfold. 

For a moment, the world around me fades away as our eyes lock.The intensity of his gaze sends shivers down my spine, and I’m momentarily mesmerised by his presence. It’s as if time stands still as I watch hi, his enthusiasm for the sport and the event itself evident in every expression, despite him not knowing anything about it at all. 

As Indiana and I approach the first jump, I can feel Alex’s support from the sidelines, a silent but powerful encouragement that pushes me to do my best. With a deep breath, I guide Indiana over the first hurdle, feeling the rush of exhilaration as we soar through the air. The competition continues and I can’t help but steal glances at Alex, sitting in the royal box with Henry, Bea and June. His presence is a source of motivation, and with each jump I clear, I’m not just competeing for myself and my country but also to impress him. 

The jumps come and go, each one presenting its own unique challenge, but Indiana and I handle them with grace and precision. The crowd cheers bled into a distant hum as I focus on the task at hand. It’s a demanding course, but the thrill of the competition pushes me forwards, having always felt freer on a horse than anywhere else in the royal palaces. 

Finally, as the last jump is cleared, and I cross the finish line to the thunderous applause of the crowd, a sense of triumph washes over me. I’ve given it my all, and it’s a moment I’ll cherish forever.  But, my heart drops when I don’t see Alex in the crowd anymore. 

As I ride Indiana out of the arena, a mix of emotions well up inside me. Disappointment tinges my victory as I wonder if I missed my chance to share this moment with him. However, just when I least expect it, I spot Alex leaning against the horse box, a dreamy smile on his face. My heart leaps with joy as I rein Indiana to a halt. 

With a gentle pat on Indiana’s neck to reassure her, I prepare to dismount, but before I can swing my leg over her back, Alex steps forwards. “Let me help you down.” He offers, voice soft and inviting. My heart pounds in my chest but nod, my heart races as he approaches. Alex’s large, capable hands find their way to my hips, and with a graceful movement, he lifts me down from the saddle. His touch is firm yet gentle, and I can feel the warmth of his body pressed against my back. 

Once I’m securely on the ground, I turn to face him, our proximity now closer than ever. His dreamy smile has transformed into something more intense, a longing that mirrors the desire in my own eyes. I take a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart, and begin to loosen the girth on Indiana’s saddle, the leather creaking softly under my touch. Alex watches me with a quiet intensity, his presence a magnetic force that draws us closer together. 

“You look so good in those.” He squeezes my hip, breath hot against my neck and way too close for anything innocent to be assumed. 

Suddenly, the click and flash of cameras intrude upon our private moment. The paparazzi have found me, eager to capture me post competition and even more so now that Alex is standing so close to me that there is no plausible explanation other than intimate. Alex’s hands leave my hips, and we both step away, allowing the stable boy to approach and take Indiana from me to cool him down and getting him untacked. 

With a glance exchanged between us, Alex and I wordlessly agree to disappear from the prying lenses of the paparazzi. He looks behind his shoulder before offering me his arm with a grin, I do the same, glancing back at the paparazzi who are mostly obscured before I loop my arm with his, letting him lead me away. 

We navigate through the bustling crowds, our steps quick and determined. The intensity of the situation electrifies the air around us. The desire for privacy and the magnetic pull between is intensifies with each step we take, both of us needing something more than just our arms locked. 

Soon enough, we find a small, windowless room tucked away from he public eye. Without hesitation, Alex tugs me inside, and with a swift motion, he slams the door behind us. I can feel the thud resonate through the wooden door as he presses me against it, his body covering mine and my hands pinned above my head. The sudden closeness between us sends a rush of heat through my veins. Our hearts been in unison, and our breaths come fast and shallow. 

With a burning desire that mirrors my own, Alex draws me up into a passionate kiss. His lips meld with mine in a fervent embrace, sending shivers of ecstasy down my spine. The taste of him is intoxicating, a heady mix of desire and longing that leaves me breathless. With equal passion, I respond, our mouths locked in a dance of insatiable hunger. 

Having Alex here with me after three long months apart is a sensation like no other. It’s as though the world falls away, leaving just the two of us to revel in this long-awaited reunion. His presence making me feel alive, desired, and utterly cherished. 

Alex’s hands, strong and possessive, roam my body with an almost desperate need. They trace the lines of my back, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. My own hands are equally eager, clutching at his shoulders, fingers running through his fluffy hair as I pull him closer, craving more of his touch. Everything makes the room seem to spin around us, a blur of passion and desire as we lose ourselves in each other. Our kisses deepen, becoming a tumultuous symphony of need and longing. The heat between us is almost unbearable, and every touch, every caress, sends waves of pleasure coursing through me. 

A strangled sound leaving my throat to me swallowed by Alex when his nimble fingers find the buttons of my jodhpurs, a wicked smile spreads across his lips into the kiss, and I can feel the way he revels in the effects he has on me. His touch is almost maddening slow, each button undone with deliberate intent, driving me to the brink of desire. My body responding eagerly, and I lose myself in the sensations, a man slipping past my lips. 

As he gets to the last button, we hear my name being called over the speakers, announcing first, second and third places. Panic courses through me, and we break the kiss with a gasp, sharing a frantic look, realising how screwed we are. In a rush, we disentangle ourselves, and hastily start buttoning up my jodhpurs, our clothes in disarray, and our appearances very obviously post-make-out messy. With no time to fix ourselves, we hurried make our way out of the small room. 

The flashes are blinding as soon as we step out, the press obviously having seen us go in somehow. We have no way of hiding the evidence of what’s just happened: our hairs are tousled; lips kiss-swollen and our shirts untucked and crumpled. There’s no denying what just transpired in that private room, and the paparazzi have captured it all. I can already hear the headlines tomorrow: ‘FSOTUS and Prince Y/N - Closet Lovers?’ Or some bullshit like that. My family are going to kill me but honestly? I don’t care because now I hold Alex in public. 

I don’t have time to really think about it all as my security details find us and are rushing us through the crowds but one thing I do know for certain is that I'm not going to hide anymore. I don’t care what grandpa has to say or what Philip thinks. I love Alex Claremont-Diaz. 

As I come to a sudden stop, Alex bumping into my back, hands instinctively flying to my hips to steady himself. That small, wordless gesture of support is all the confidence I need. I spin around, ignoring his questioning look, and without hesitation, I grab his face and draw him down into a searing kiss. The world around us seeming to pause for a moment as our lips meet in a passionate embrace. The paparazzi’s flashing cameras capture the intensity of the kiss, and a murmur of surprise and excitement tipples through the crowds. For a brief moment, it’s as if we’re the only two people in the world, our love and desire on full display. 

When the kiss finally breaks, Alex is grinning down at me, chocolate eyes sparkling with unspoken affection. He draws me into another kiss, but this one is softer, filled with tenderness and a promise of a future where we don’t have to hide. Our lips meeting in a sweet embrace, the softness of his kiss feels like a whispered promise that he’ll stand by my side no matter what happens. 

Alex is pulling away too quickly for my liking, his gaze locking with mine, and in a hushed voice, he murmurs, “I love you.” 

Hearing those words from his sends a rush of emotions trough me. It’s a declaration that makes my heart soar, a confirmation of the love that has bound us together despite the odds. I look into his eyes, filled with love and sincerity, and I can’t help but smile. 

“I love you too.” I reply, my voice filled with so much warmth and affection that it cracks a little. 

“Good, now go get your rosette, Baby. You deserve it.” 

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Perhaps a Draco x Hufflepuff Reader?

Hufflepuffs are known for their kindness, so what happens when during a DADA class about Boggarts has Draco using the counterattack on the reader's boggart while reader is frozen with fear?

The reader's deepest fear is of themselves, a dark mark upon their arm, and their wand raised with the red glow of "Crucio"

Mirrored Wardrobe

Draco x Male Reader

Context: It's mostly based on the movie scene, and for this story the reader is stood in line between Parvati and Harry.

Summary: You've been dreading the boggart lesson since you heard through the grapevine it was on the curriculum. Here, in Lupin's classroom, you're not so sure if it was really as bad as you'd feared.

Word Count: 1,106

Lupin sent the lot of the class to sort themselves into line, and you briefly locked eyes with Draco as he shoved past Neville.

Shoes tapped against the floor, echoing in the air of the large classroom. You settled into place. Observing, you felt anxiety pulse in your chest. The sound of the boggart changing forms replaced the sound of chatter as first Ron, then Parvati Patil approached it. 

At the front of the line, you fiddled with the sleeves of your robe at the crack of the monster’s transformation. There it stood: a tall snake that couldn’t have been shorter than twenty feet. 

It bobbed menacingly, baring its fangs and its flickering tongue. It slithered, chest puffed out and head dipping down from where it nearly touched the ceiling to hiss at Parvati. Gasps rang out through the room, just as horrified as they’d been when Ron had the thing turn to a massive spider.

Parvati’s hand tightened at her side around her wand, and she bravely raised it to the reptile, yelping the counter charm. Another pop whipped through the air. 

A clown, just as big as the snake had been, sprang upwards in its place. It bounced and bobbled and the spring that held it in its box creaked with every motion. A jack-in-the-box. 

Lupin praised Parvati’s success and motioned for you to step up.

The clown teetered, tipping back and forth, looming over you. In its eyes you could see your own as the clap sounded out. Its form morphed and contorted until your own wand was pointed at you. 

You stared, wide-eyed at your doppelganger. Its appearance was disheveled, outer robe shed leaving only your vest and shirt with the sleeves rucked up around the elbows.

The brand etched into its left arm was all too quick to catch your eye. The skull taunted you, snake tongue twisted in knots. The last of your breath left your aching lungs and you swore you could see it writhe under the false you’s skin, bubbling like it boiled. 

Terror swelled in the back of your mouth. You swallowed around rising bile. Ice rushed through your veins as the boggart smirked. The goofy music Lupin had put on fell quiet, drowned out by the static in your ears. 

Red sparked at the tip of fake you’s wand, and you watched your own face warp into a sinister expression. Your grip on your real wand loosened.

Waving through the air, a hideous buzz filed through the thundering cloud of red. Your doppelganger’s mouth opened. Your hands trembled. The counter charm clawed at the back of your throat, but sweat pooled at your brow and your fingers failed you. 

Your wand tumbled to the floor with a clatter. 

“Cruci-”

“Riddikulus!” 

Before the boggart could finish the curse, Draco’s wand was pushing into your vision. He barked the charm, stepping in front of you protectively and shoving you backwards with a hand to your chest. 

The boggart crackled, mutating in a cloud of dark and spitting itself back out with a last snap. Your own face still peered back at you. Its clothes had shifted from your regular uniform into an ill-fitting yellow dress. 

A blue robe draped over your doppelganger's shoulders, its hair longer and tied into chunky braids that cascaded down its front. In place of your wand, the boggart now held a golden cup. Helga Hufflepuff, really?

After a moment of tense silence, giggles began to fill the room. Low laughter turned to broad cackling until even you were letting out a dry chuckle at the boggart’s embarrassment through the fading haze of fear. 

The ringing in your ears gave way, and you could hear Lupin’s music again. The tingling in your spine subsided.

"Thank you, Draco." You breathed.

Draco whipped around to face you. Unlike the rest of the class, he was not amused. He bent down to swipe your wand off the ground. He knocked into your space. A firm hand circled your upper arm, and with an almost bruising grip he pulled you to the back of the line. 

Lupin’s startled commentary fell into the background chatter. Harry Potter approached the boggart.

“What was that?” Draco hissed. He gripped onto your shoulders, shoving your wand back into your hands.

“What was what?”

"The boggart, you oaf, the thing I just saved you from."

"You didn't have to save me!" You argued, a twinge of shame prickling behind your ribs. Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy condescendingly side-eyed you.

Draco scoffed, sneering at his friends and turning so he blocked them from your view. “Like hell I didn’t! Why was it a death eat-” 

He was cut off by the insipid, rattling wheeze of the cloaked figure the boggart had wrenched into. All at once, a heavy pressure of despair drowned the air.

You both craned your necks around the rest of the line to see it better, the parody dementor lunging towards Harry in a freakish, unnatural motion. You held your breath. Lupin stepped in front of him. 

The boggart once more crackled and distorted, settling into the dusty image of clouds revealing a full moon. With another utterance of the counter charm, a beige balloon was soaring across the room with a humorous whir. 

It flew back into the mirrored wardrobe it belonged in. The doors swung shut behind it. 

The room fell into a deeper, unbroken quiet. “Sorry about that, er- That’s enough for today.” Lupin rushed out. “If you’d all like to collect your books at the back of the class, that’s the end of this lesson, thank you!”

The swarm of your classmates groaned, and Lupin’s apology fell on deaf ears. Draco turned back to you. Concern flickered in his eyes for just a moment. Tension lingered between you.

Crowd moving, students cleared out one by one. Goyle’s hand came to tug at Draco’s shoulder. Crabbe and Pansy weren’t far behind. He glared at Draco expectantly, and you could hear the sharp intake of the blonde’s breath. 

Draco looked you up and down one more time before scoffing again. He rolled his eyes.

Smoothing down the front of his robes, he rolled Goyle’s hand off him and swayed away. His shoulder rammed into yours as he passed, purposefully weaker than usual. His friends trailed behind him. You watched him go. 

For a few seconds, you let yourself sit in the emotions that surged through you. The last wave of your fear dwindled. What on earth just happened with Draco?

Shaking your head, you let out a confused sigh, before finally moving to grab your books and leave the classroom.

The way I got this request and said out loud to myself "Wait that actually goes so hard". Whoever is anon, your brain is working wonders to have thought of this and I'm here for it. That concept is so incredibly gangnam style I'm HONORED you've selected my inbox of all places to submit it. <3

Also peep me answering the ask with the fic. 🤭 I hope it is a welcome advancement, I was scrolling through other fics and just randomly realized I, too, could do that like everyone else in the tags does.

I'm sorry this took so long, I have 246 missing assignments.

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[liliumsabyss]

I have never made a request before because I’m usually happy to browse, but seeing that Newt from Maze Runner is on your character list (if you no longer write for him that’s fine) and there’s not a lot of works with newtxreader let alone a male reader I’d love it if you could write something about Newt getting jealous when Thomas comes up in the box and asks about the reader. Please don’t feel pressured either way what I think you’re doing is amazing since there’s not enough male reader representation out there. All the love to you ❤️

Jealousy

FEM DNI, I SWEAR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED

Newt(TMR) x Male Reader

Word Count: 1.226k

Tw: Jealousy, mentions of slight possessiveness, oblivious to flirting, hasn't been edited by my mod, and maybe out of character Newt?

A/n: Hello, I'm very sorry it took me this long to fulfil your request! You are incredibly sweet! Thank You so much! I'm truly grateful that you have put in a request, and once again, I'm truly sorry it took me this long. I had so much fun writing this, and it has honestly been one of the pieces I've loved writing the most, so thank you for that. I write for any character on my character list, and more off it, I love Newt so much, so this made me incredibly happy for someone to ask! And also all the love to you, you seem like a genuinely sweet person and thank you once again for delighting me with this and putting in a request, especially such a sweet one!

Newt had been guiding the new boy who had come up in the box; he was tall with dark hair and deep brown eyes the male had clearly still been in a confused stupor as he followed the other around the glaze, his adrenaline pumping as he was constantly looking and asking questions to the blonde who happily answered them. However, as soon as the two males passed in front of the med-jack hut, which was several yards away, Thomas stopped in his tracks, looking at the “porch” of the building, which was more or less a poorly branched mat that had a canopy shading it. On the porch, there sat one of the other gladers on a chair while a (h/c) haired male with stunning (e/c) eyes peered down compassionately toward the glader in the chair as his (s/c) hands daintily wrapped the other male's upper arm with bandages tying a small bow to ensure the wrappings stayed in place before giving the other a smile and sending him on his way. Newt's gaze softened, seeing the (h/c) haired male. Thomas was staring curiously towards the same male.

“ Who’s that?” Thomas finally spoke up, snapping Newt out of his lovestruck trance.

“ Oh that's (Y/n) he's the keeper of the med-jacks.” Newt said his gaze never left from the said male as his chest filled with pride at his lover’s accomplishments.

“ So he takes care of the injured…?” Thomas' voice trailed off questioningly as the blonde turned to look at Thomas, confused at the obviousness of the statement.

“ Yes…” Newt responded, trailing off, his eyes hardened, looking suspiciously at the other.

“ So if I got injured, he would take care of me?” The dark-haired male said with a subtle hint of excitement in his voice, only making Newt’s eyes squint in suspicion more.

“ In theory, yes.” The blonde responded carefully as he felt a small seed of jealousy buried in his stomach. He tried to brush it off as maybe only jealousy.

“ Is he in a relationship with anyone?” Thomas asked curiously, rubbing the back of his neck and looking back towards the (h/c) haired male once again. The seed that had been planted in Newt’s started to grow as he could feel the jealousy grow, he began to glare at the other, about to mention his relation with (Y/n), only for Minho to come over.

“ Hey, Newt! I just need to talk with the greenie for a little bit. See you later!” Minho said, dragging Thomas away before Newt could state anything more. Newt turned towards the (h/c) haired male in the distance, ready to go to talk to him, only to have Alby call for him, dragging his attention away and requiring his assistance. Newt started to walk away, his one leg causing a small limp, before looking over his shoulder one last time and seeing his lover tell some of the other gladers to bring in the new supplies.

Newt had been occupied by Alby all day, trying to help around the glaze and stop some of the boys (mostly Gally and his group) from doing something stupid. Before long, the sky turned dark, and many fires were being started to light the glaze. Newt began to go once again toward the med-jack hut, but he stopped mid-step when he saw Thomas and (Y/n). Thomas was speaking happily with the (h/c) haired male said, the male was laughing at whatever Thomas was saying. Thomas had a noticeable blush that was even obvious from where Newt was standing. The blonde was in disbelief how could anyone like someone after meeting them once again, he didn’t really have a say, after all, he was the same with (Y/n). Newt’s stomach twisted with jealousy as he started to make his way towards the pair, his fist slightly clenched and unclenched. 

“ Newt!” (Y/n) called out with a wide smile on his face turning around to see the blonde. Thomas turned towards the blonde, waving his hand slightly but retracting as he saw Newt's glare directly aimed at him, but it softened when he looked at the (h/c) haired male. Newt, as quickly as he could, made his way over to the pair. 

“ Hey-“ Thomas started but retracted as Newt glared daggers into him, the blonde was quick to embrace (Y/n), his arms snaking around the other male's waist as he stepped behind him, leaning to rest his head on the (h/c) haired males shoulder turning to kiss him on the jaw. (Y/n) chuckled at the uncharacteristic behaviour of the other, turning his head slightly to look at Newt but quickly looking back at Thomas, who was just standing there awkwardly, realizing his errors over the course of the day. Newt, unhappy with the lack of attention, started peppering kisses on his lover's neck and jaw. The receiving of the actions was slightly confused but gladly accepted the affection.

“ Oh, so you…are together?” Thomas said with a hint of disappointment in his voice, but it was very subtle that only Newt could detect. Newt glared at Thomas while the (h/c) haired male, oblivious to the advances and silent war Newt was raging, smiled and nodded.

“ Yup, we’ve been together from the time I came up in the box”, (Y/n) responded happily, nodding his head towards the box as Newt's grasp got slightly tighter.

“ Yes, we have been together for a very very long time and plan to be together for a long time as well,” Newt said with a ghost of a smirk on his face. The insinuation, still after all this time, had made (Y/n) feel flustered and butterflies rise in his stomach despite the fact that they had already talked about it numerous times and agreed upon it. Thomas, taking the hint, nervously rubbed the back of his neck once again before mumbling that he needed to go discuss something with Minho and ran off.  (Y/n) now turned towards the uncharacteristically clingy blonde.

“Now, Newty,” The (h/c) haired male said affectionately but crossed his arms, giving Newt a really look, “ what was that for?”

Newt only pouted slightly and looked down in slight embarrassment and shame.

“ We’re you perhaps jealous…?” (Y/n) said, chuckling a little bit at the other's reaction. Newt only looked down more, burying his head into the other shoulder further. (Y/n) gave the other a quick peck on the head, causing the blonde's head to shoot up and look at the other.

“ Oh Newt, you don’t have to be jealous, you know I only have eyes for you and you alone ever since I got to this place.” (Y/n) said sweetly with a smile that could melt the coldest winters.

“I know, love, I'm sorry I just… couldn’t help it.” Newt said, ashamed and embarrassed with his overly protective behaviour displayed earlier.

“ Hey, you don’t have to be sorry I just wanted to make sure you know I love you.” The other responded back, hugging their arms around Newts, whose were secured tightly around his waist.

“ I know I love you too, love,” Newt responded back, smiling at the other, who smiled back. The couple stood there in amicable silence, embracing one another and staring at the stars.

[bullet-prooflove]

The Professor: Jack Dayton x Reader (NSFW)

@mandy426 I don't know what happened to the ask but it disappeared from my ask box hence the fic format. Wow this one got away from me completely!

Tagging: @foxfables @scorpio-1357 @livingonthehems @tess-love

You’re a feisty little thing, it’s one of the things that Jack loves about you. Jack thinks about that when he finds himself in your office with the lights off, his back against the wall. He’s been teasing you all night during the university’s Donor Celebration event. His hand brushing over your ass as he moves past you, lingering in your proximity at the bar. The two of you barely exchange more than a couple of words but it’s the look in his eyes that ruins you, the heat behind it.

“My office, three minutes.” You’d murmured and that knowing smile had played across his lips as he drained his glass of top shelf whisky. He’d excused himself from your colleagues less than a minute later because he simply can’t wait any longer.

Jack both loves and hates the secrecy of your relationship. The clandestine meetings appeal to the risktaker in him, they give the sex a dangerous, exhilarating edge however he hates not being seen as your partner at events like this, that he has to hide his feelings.

He understands the reasoning. You’ve spend your entire career fighting to be taken seriously in a male dominated field. If it gets around that you’re sleeping with one of the donors, even if it’s one that doesn’t donate to your particular field of expertise, it’ll shatter your reputation.  

You bite his lip, the sharp burst of pain bringing him back to the present. He groans into your mouth because Jack, he likes a little spice with his sugar. You guide him towards your desk, tugging at his tie and he uses his hand to swipe the items residing there onto the floor. You laugh as he sits you down upon it, his hips slotting perfectly between your legs. His palms ghost underneathe the hem of the dress your wearing before he smiles against the curve of your throat.

“Did you wear these for me?” He whispers into your ear as his fingertips trace over the lace of your stockings.

“Hm.” You murmur as his teeth graze that deviant spot just underneath the hinge of your jaw, the one that makes your breath hitch. “I know they make you a little crazy.”

You aren’t wrong, the last time you wore thigh-highs he’d spent the entire night with his face buried between your legs, running his hands over them.

“No panties either.” He tuts as his fingers brush over your wetness. “My, my professor you are a naughty girl.”

“Only for you.” You tell him.

And those words, you know exactly what they do to him because Jack, he’s territorial, especially when it come to his woman.

“Do you think you can be quiet for me?” He asks you, his thumb trailing lightly over your lower lip.

“I may need a little help.” You tease as you take his hand, guiding two of his fingers into your mouth. He watches them disappear between those pretty red lips and his cock, it fucking aches for you.

“You’re filthy.” He whispers as he unfastens his trousers.

You moan around his fingers as he fills you. Your tight, wet cunt enveloping his dick as he fucks into you inch by tortuous inch. You bite down on his digits and it unleashes something inside of him, something raw, something wild. He thrusts into you hard, fast, deep and your nails scratch down his back through the fabric of his shirt. That sensation, the intermingling of ecstasy and agony, it gets him right to the edge.

The thing is Jack knows he’s seven shades of fucked up, he can’t get off without pain, it’s ingrained somewhere deep within his psyche. He’s lucky you get that, that you love him in spite of it.

“I need you to hurt me.” He’d told you that first night, his cheeks colouring. “It’s the only way…”

“Tell me how...” You’d whispered, your lips brushing over his. “And then we can play a little, make sure I get it right.”

He draws his fingers out of your mouth, his palm wrapping around your wrist before guiding your hand to his throat.

“Please.” He whispers and you squeeze just enough for your fingertips to dig into the hollow of his throat. You can feel his pulse thundering underneath the pads of your fingers, his hips stuttering as he looks into your eyes. There’s an intimacy in this moment, an exchange of trust.

The boundaries between pleasure and pain, life and death blur, and it’s like a narcotic chasing through Jack’s veins as you tighten around him. His fingers tangle in your hair, yanking it and it sends you hurting over the edge as he spills himself inside of you.

He holds you close in the aftermath, his hands chasing all over your sensitive skin as he kisses you with a tenderness he reserves only for you.

“Do we have to go back?” He asks you, his nose trailing over yours. “Can’t we just stay here all night doing this?”

“We’ve already been away too long.” You say regretfully as you straighten his tie. “They’re going to send a search party if you don’t get back soon.”

“Will you come over after this?” He requests, his thumb tracing over the line of your jaw. “Spend the night?”

As much as he enjoys the sex but he loves the intimacy more. The nights he falls asleep holding you, the mornings he wakes up to the sound of you singing in the shower.

“You know I will.” You promise because you treasure those moments just as much as he does. “Now go, be schmoozed by some awkward academics. I’ll follow you out in a sec.”

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[allzelemonz]

Lesson: Micah Bell X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 11, Humiliation Pronouns: None Mentioned, Reader referred to as ‘boy’ and ‘man’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Kisses, smut, outdoor sex, long term humiliation, anal fingering, anal sex, top Reader and bottom Micah, established relationship, jealousy, rough sex, Bill is kind of a wingman Summary: When Micah gets too close with Dutch, you feel the need to remind him of something.

Now you have never had a problem with Micah being such a suck up to Dutch, but something about the way Dutch smiles at your sweetheart after one of his many compliments makes your eye twitch. Micah is doing his usual thing, being a massive sycophant and loitering near Dutch’s tent, and you don’t blame him. He was probably bored with you out of camp, but you’re back now and you can’t even focus on your conversation with Arthur because you’re too fixed on Micah.

He’s practically leaning on Dutch, his head tilted over with an adoring look on his face. And that would be fine. Micah is a suck up, you knew that as soon as you met him, you knew that when you got sweet on him, and you know that now. But this time, for the first time, Dutch is smiling at him. Not brushing him off, not giving him a half-annoyed thanks, but smiling broadly and looking down at your sweetheart with eyes you’ve only seen him reserve for Hosea. And Micah, the socially clueless fool that he is, doesn’t stop. He puts a hand on Dutch’s shoulder and smiles at him.

“You listenin’?” Arthur asks, his fingers snapping in front of your face.

“Uh-huh.”

Arthur sighs. “Fine, partner, we’ll talk later.”

With Arthur stalking off, Dutch’s attention wavers, favoring his son. He excuses himself from Micah and meets Arthur to talk. Micah’s eyes follow him, seeing Arthur and immediately snapping to the horses, because if Arthur’s back then you are too. For the time being, you decide to act unbothered. This is a conversation for later, a real conversation about reading body language and the difference between bootlicking and flirting, but before that you feel the need to remind Micah who he’s supposed to be such a desperate fool for.

He saunters over, the usual cocky look on his face when he wants attention. “Cowpoke.” He smiles broadly. “I missed ya.”

“Is that right, sweetheart?” You ask, your hand finding a place just above his gunbelt and pulling him closer. “You wanna prove that for me?”

And Micah, who long got over being judged for showing affection so long as it appears that he is in charge, leans in to kiss you. And you let him take the lead, you let him keep up his ruse of dominance. But tonight… tonight the whole camp is going to hear the reality, all because your dear sweetheart needs a bit of a lesson. You know you can’t just be harsh and cruel, he’d like that. Or, worse, he’d hate it too much. You could never call him pathetic or weak, or anything else he spits at others because that would actually hurt him. No, you need to poke at the shell rather than make it solidify.

First in your preparation, you visit Abigail. Handing her money and telling her about a children’s show you heard is playing in town. Because as much as you want to humiliate Micah to get the message into his thick skull, you’d rather Jack not be subject to what the adults will overhear. Cluelessly, Abigail thanks you for the money and smiles when she kneels down to tell Jack about the show.

Second, you talk to Bill. He grumbles about it, claiming that he in fact does not have a stock plié of pomade hidden in those boxes by his bedroll, but he ultimately relents when you tell him what it’s for. Fucking Micah, that’s one thing that Bill isn’t exactly keen on enough to share his pomade for, but making him look like an idiot… He hands you two full tins with a smirk on his face.

Third, you chat with Arthur and Dutch. One man, Micah can’t stand, the other he adores. Both are people that Micah would never want to know anything about his sex life. He’ll get over it of course, and you can’t count on your hand the number of times you’ve nearly been caught roughly fucking Micah out in the woods around camp. It’s best you capitalize on the opportunities rather than let them go to waste on some accident. So you make sure both of them will be in camp.

Lastly, you sweet talk Micah. You find him by the lake, whittling something to keep his hands busy. His hyper vigilance keeps him alert, hearing your footsteps early and gladly tucking away his things in favor of putting his hands on you. After all, you’ve been gone for an entire day and Micah Bell is a needy bastard. It doesn’t take much convincing to get him to walk into the woods with you. And you distract him, making sure he can’t tell how close to camp you are

“Been waitin’ all day, cowboy.” He grins, letting you push him against a tree. “Thought you was a gentleman.”

“Desperate bastard.” You mutter, pressing yourself against him.

You kiss him, more furiously than you usually might, and Micah feeds off of it. He returns it without issue, always happy to be treated rough.

“You wanna tell me what you and Dutch were talking about earlier?”

“Don’t matter…” Micah mutters, rutting into you with a half-hard dick. “I were waitin’ fer you… got bored.”

Starting gentle, you trail your hand down to palm him through his pants. He groans, pulling back from his kissing to focus on the feeling. You take the opportunity and turn rough, gripping his dick hard enough to make him whimper.

“F-Fuck…”

“You were being awfully friendly with our fearless leader, Micah.” You mutter. “He seemed to like it too, you notice that?”

“J-Just jokin’ around, sweetheart. I wouldn’t-“

He gasps as you squeeze his dick tighter.

“Just thought I’d make sure, darling.” You say, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Remind you who you’re supposed to be fawning over.”

He huffs a laugh through his strained breaths. “Shit, cowboy, by all means.”

And so the standard. You get Micah situated, his bare ass exposed as he leans against the tree and arches his back so you can stretch him out. Normally, he bites down on his hand, but you’re far too focused tonight. You press relentlessly on that spot inside of him until he cums, not stopping for a second even though your fingers burn at that point. Micah huffs and whines at the overstimulation, so you start pumping his dick to make it worse. He releases again in no time.

Then you actually fuck him. Fast, careless, enough to make him scream your name before he can muffle himself. Perfect. And by the end, Micah can hardly breathe. He shivers when you pull out, your cum dripping down his legs.

“Do me a favor, sweetheart?” You murmur, pressing light kisses to his shoulder.

He hums. “Anythin’.”

“When Dutch starts smiling at you, stop sucking up to him.”

He chuckles. “Ya jealous?”

“You wanna get fucked senseless again?”

“Not tonight…” Micah says, wincing as he stands upright. “Too sore.”

“Then do it.”

“Fine, fine, darlin’. If it makes ya feel better, I suppose I can manage.”

And when you return to camp, you make straight for your tent. Micah is exhausted enough to crash onto your bedroll and drift into a light sleep in your arms. As usual, when you wake up, Micah is sitting with something to keep him busy and waiting for you to give him attention. After a long morning kiss and a few teasing words, he leaves to stretch his legs as you go through your morning routine.

It isn’t until you sit yourself by Bill and thank him for the pomade, handing back the half tin that’s left, that you hear the commotion. Sean, of course, is the loudest of it.

“Aw, what’s that matter?” He laughs, stepping back from a glaring Micah. “Just didn’t know you’d be such a-“

“Shut yer damn mouth, cowpoke, best chose those words wisely.”

For all the effort, at least you think Micah got the message. One that will keep not only him, but the rest of camp, remembering who his sweetheart is. And even if he doesn’t connect the dots, you’ll explain it to him later. For now, the blush on his cheeks is too delightful to interrupt.

[onecantsimply]

Can you do a Part 3 of the Jack the Ripper x Tanjiro Kamado Reader please?

It’s when Reader along with the other human fighters are defending Buddha from Loki and the Seven Lucky Gods (Like when Tanjiro defended the Butterfly Girls and Aoi from Tengen Uzui from going to the Red Light District)

Reader tells them that she doesn’t recognize them as ‘Gods’ making an angry pouty face (While the Human Fighters and Buddha are looking at Reader with a confused/amused look) as she head-butted Loki (Thus Buddha is laughing his ass off) and gets the Gods pissed ready to fight her

This took a while-

Ooops HH-

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"I wouldn't consider anyone as a Hashira if they had done that to any woman in general." (Y/n) mumbled as they ate at a rice ball. "Oh, is that so...?" Jack faintly looked down, but looked back at them with a small smile. "Anyhow, thank you for accompanying me with my assignment. You didn't really need to." The male's smile could only faintly widen as he bowed his head. "It's not a problem. It's only natural for a gentleman to protect the one he loves." (Y/n) could only smile before they looked back at the box on their back. "Nezuko, we're almost there, okay?" There was a small hum from within the box.

"You know you shouldn't go breaking stuff... What are you, a kid?"

(Y/n) and Jack stopped.

"Hoh... That's just like you, Buddha." A familiar voice spoke. (Y/n) and Jack peeked into the garden, seeing Loki starting to stretch his arms over his head, folding said arms. "You... really oughta just..." Cains with sickle-like ends to them appeared as Loki leapt at Buddha. "... get lost!"

"Stop right there!" (Y/n) immediately slashed Loki's chains away, making Buddha arch an eyebrow as Jack blinked. He then sighed faintly, but walked towards (Y/n). They seemed to faintly deadpan.

(What is even going on here...? A random fight between the Humans and Gods...? -(Y/n))

"How dare you pick on the Humans? Get lost!" They spoke. The group only collectively stared at them.

(I seriously don't know what's happening...?! -(Y/n))

Buddha faintly grinned. "No, they're bullying us. Please help." He spoke. Jack looked towards him with a faint deadpan at the obvious lie.

(Y/n) glared at Loki before running at the God, leaping and pulling their head back.

He looked up at them with a blink.

That was, until (Y/n)'s forehead had slammed against his own, making a ringing in his head start to be heard.

His head throbbed.

"Damn... That's a hard head...!" Loki muttered.

"Are the rest of you all right?" (Y/n) looked back at the group. "Yeah! thank you for helping!" Kojiro winked with a chuckle, waving. Buddha was completely cackling, his arms held over his chest as he teared up from his laughter. "Sir, are you okay?" (Y/n) blinked. "So many swordsmen..." Kondou chuckled. "Where did you come from?" Souji looked towards (Y/n). "Eh- Sir Jack and I were kind of wandering after a job well done... and we overheard everything..." The group then turned their attention to Jack, who had some knives in between his fingers. He softly eyed the group in front of him.

(... I only touched my knives when in the match against Sir Heracles... Will the effects of the Völundr still be with them...? But even so... I must protect them... -Jack)

"Hey..." Ebisu stepped in front of (Y/n) as they blinked, taking a step back. "We're the Seven Lucky Gods... and that was Loki, the God of Deceit you just headbutted back there... We're renown around this place. Do you really think we'd let you off easy for this?" (Y/n)'s eyebrows furrowed as they clenched their blade. "Stop picking on the Humans, you lousy bullies!!" (Y/n) held their arms out towards Buddha and Kojiro. "You go, kid." He chuckled as Buddha grinned. "You heard em. Stop picking on us." He spoke. "Hey, you three! Who the hell do you think you're talking to, damn it?! We're your superiors! We're Gods, for Christ's sake!" Buddha then pointed to himself after Ebisu was done speaking. "And so am I." The Enlightened man spoke.

"But I don't acknowledge the rest of you as a God!" (Y/n) crossed their arms, remaining firm. "Don't do that shit with us!!" Ebisu yelled. "Who cares if they don't acknowledge us...? I think their brain matter just exploded from their injuries and their mission... They've gotta be tired..." Loki faintly grinned.

(Easy prey. -Loki)

Jack stepped behind (Y/n), only giving them scary dog privileges. "Oh, I'm only doing this because I think Buddha is a traitor to the Gods... He's supposed to be fighting with them, not against them." Loki smirked up at Jack as his eyes slightly narrowed. Buddha scoffed. "I fight on my own side, whether that be Humans or not. For now, I'm going for the former. No way I'm going to the ones who make worse candy." He spoke. "Also... no God needs permission to bully anyone lower than them..." Loki grinned once again. (Y/n) faintly gaped. "You're an Ungodly brute! How could you say that?!" They yelled.

A swelled arm had suddenly formed before it punched into the floor, making everyone leap back to their own side. "Good grief..." Zeus muttered. "You're all... so spirited, aren't you...?" He mumbled. "Gramps... and you even brought the old man..." Loki sighed. "I don't know what happened here, but... given the current state of things... I'm very much displeased... that you would have a falling out." Buddha stayed silent as he slightly rolled his eyes. "Quit tryna start shit with each other willingly, you dumb motherfuckers!!" Huginn screamed. "Is that another Kasugai crow?" (Y/n) blinked with beady eyes from the crow's vulgar language. "No, it's not, Dear." Jack mumbled, softly pulling them behind him. "It's absolutely outlandish that fellow Gods would choose to quarrel now of all times!!" Souji seemed to perk up. "Woah, look, Lord Kondou! Those crows are talking!" He spoke.

(So cute...! -Souji)

"Huh? We're Heaven's fuckin' executioners!! The hell gives youse the right to-" Ebisu was cut off when Odin glared right into him.

"That's enough."

(Y/n) faintly covered their nose as Jack's gentle grip on them started to tighten. The Seven Lucky Gods had all froze up. Kondou chuckled as he gently pulled Souji to the side.

(That's one intense aura... -Kondou) (What a thick scent... He's strong... -(Y/n))

Everything seemed silent until Loki had sneezed. "Aw... that kinda took me out of the mood..." He mumbled. The male then placed a hand behind his head. "Welp, that's it for me. I'm gonna go watch the match. See ya, Buddha." Loki had then looked back at the male with a darker look. "... Till next time."

Buddha didn't even pay attention to him. only unwrapping his lollipop and popping it into his mouth. While Loki had walked away, the Seven Lucky Gods had slowly begun to follow. Though, Bishamonten turned. "... Never forget. Traitors will receive Divine Punishment." The male then turned, walking forward with furrowed eyebrows.

"Aw, man..." Souji mumbled. "That was boring..." He softly sighed. "Well, that's alright." Kondou gently pat his head. "Anyhow, we're going back to our room to watch the match. What about you, Kojiro?" He chuckled. "Yeah, I'm gonna head on back, too." The male then winced. "Yeah, I may have put on a bit too much of a front..." He mumbled. "Er, sorry if your patrons stuck their heads in where they shouldn't have." Kondou then looked towards (Y/n) and Buddha.

"New mission!! New mission!! Accompany the Hashira, Uzui Tengen to the Entertainment District!!" (Y/n) jolted. "Already?!" They yelled. "An entertainment district...?" Jack mumbled. His eyebrows seemed to furrow. "Another talking crow!" Souji looked towards their crow with a flowery aura. "Eh?" He looked towards the teen. "CAW!!!" The crow screeched. "Jeez...!" (Y/n) held him back. "Can I pet him?" Souji walked over. "I'm not sure if he would allow it..." They mumbled, softly holding their crow still. "I don't want to be eaten!! Get your hands off of me!!"

(He's having Inosuke flashbacks- -(Y/n))

They softly let go with a small chuckle, allowing for their crow to fly away. "Hey, who are you anyways?" Buddha questioned. "Oh- My apologies!" (Y/n) softly bowed before looking towards the God. "My name is (Y/n) Kamado! It's an honor to meet you, Lord Buddha!" He blinked. The male then smirked faintly. "No need for honorifics... We're fighting on the same side, right? How's your Ragnarok going?" He questioned. "... Quite a few of us have died... But... I'm sure that when Muzan is eradicated, I'll be free out of business... I'm lucky enough to have Sir Jack following me around a small bit." The male gently slipped his knives into the pockets of the insides of his long sleeve. "I'm simply keeping you from pressuring yourself. Your injuries are still healing, after all." He spoke. "They're almost all the way healed." (Y/n) smiled faintly. "Almost. Not all the way." Jack's eyes faintly narrowed as he looked towards them.

"Jack The Ripper, huh?" Kojiro blinked. The two looked towards each other. "... I hear you make some good tea. I wouldn't mind trying it sometime." Jack blinked as well. Though, he smiled softly. "Certainly." He replied. (Y/n) gently tugged at Jack's sleeve. "Anyhow, I should get going now. Will you come with?" He smiled slightly more. "Naturally. Lead the way." He replied. (Y/n) nodded. They then waved towards the group of Humans. "I'll see you all next time!! Good luck in your match!!" Souji and Kondou turned, now making their way back to their own rooms. Kojiro seemed to follow after as well. "Watch the make! Watch the match!" The teen spoke. Buddha blinked, looking towards the group as they went their separate ways. "Well, looks like that scuffle's over... You'd best head back, too." Zeus spoke.

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"We never even got to rest..." (Y/n) mumbled. "Well, it was either that, or getting the message when we were about to sleep." Jack replied. "I would much rather prefer to have it as the former. We're quite ready now." (Y/n) blinked. "... Are we?" They looked towards Jack. "... We can prepare if you'd like." He spoke. "Yes please-" He smiled faintly. "Then... back we shall g-"

The pair stopped upon detecting a strong and dark aura from where the garden was. (Y/n) covered their nose.

"This is Lord Odin's scent...! It thickened...!" They muttered.

(It's actually choking me...! -(Y/n))

The aura had suddenly stopped, leaving the pair in hesitation.

"... I pity the one that has to fight against that God..." Jack mumbled. (Y/n) nodded in agreement. They then looked towards the silver haired male. "... What's an entertainment district?" He jolted. "Uhm-"

[ravensmadreads]

Positive Reinforcement

Rating: T? (for me being a Tease) 18+ !

Pairing: Jack "Whiskey" Daniels x f!reader

Summary: oh god don't make me do this. This is a Tattoo Artist Jack Daniels AU that @fuckyeahdindjarin lovingly coaxed me to write and now here we are.

Warnings: cursing. bad writing? People being idiots? Yearn? Idk fam I'm new to this let me know

A/N: lots of love to @barbiewritesstuff for listening to me panic about this and for reading this and for letting me be a disaster about pedro despite not even being in the pedro fandom ! ily 💙 also this is my first fic AND first time writing fiction AND English isn't my first language AND I know nothing about tattoo artists or tattoos in general so I ask you to forgive the multitude of sins I'm about to commit.

Tagging: @fuckyeahdindjarin (you're the master and this is my humble offering) @barbiewritesstuff (i gotta be a menace) @chronic-ghost (all the italics for you bby) @sherala007 @oscar-wilde-thing @perennialdoll247

P.S the gif isn't related to the fic but damn guys its a gorgeous gif?!!

Oh.

Oh God.

This was a bad idea.

This was a no good, top of the line, terribly stupid idea; and that was saying something coming from someone who'd once pulled a double shift on nothing but 7 cups of espresso and half a chocolate bar.

So maybe your track record for making sensible decisions wasn't stellar, and somebody should've talked you out of getting a tattoo. But it was far too late for that now.

The needle was buzzing away happily; stabbing tiny pinpricks into your skin and your heart was trying to beat itself clean out of your chest. Although, the very handsome man, with the very wonderful biceps, and the inexplicably sexy Stetson, currently leaning over your arm might have something to do with that. Might have several somethings to do with that in fact since he's the entire reason you're in this predicament in the first place. 

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Jack "Whiskey" Daniels.

Proud owner of the tattoo parlor right across from the quaint little diner you co-owned and worked at. He'd given you a grin and taken your breath clean away with a "thank you darlin', that's mighty sweet of you"  the day you'd welcomed him to the block with a box of cookies. Sufficient to say, you'd been a goner since then.

After four months of long distance pining, smiles exchanged across windows, (you'd dropped a fork the first time he'd grinned at you from across the street but that was nobody's business but your own), the very rare small talk, and borderline bullying from your bestie Ginger, you had summoned the courage to go ask him out. And promptly panicked at his front door.

Because how were you supposed to talk to one of the most perfect specimens of the male species you'd ever seen? When you knew next to nothing about him!?

Except for his coffee order from when he'd walked into the diner one fateful day.

It had been a slow day and you had been lamenting your lack of love life with Ginger when the front door bell had jingled to announce a new customer. 

You'd twirled on your spot in front of the cashier and had been well in the middle of your welcome spiel before glancing up. Jack, in his infamous leather jacket, had been giving you a warm smile and you'd made a strangled squeak, to Gingers great amusement, before closing your eyes and trying to disappear into the Earth.

When that had failed, you'd taken a deep breath, counted to 5, before opening your eyes and regaining the ability to speak. He'd watched the entire thing with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes but graciously hadn't called you out on it. His parting smile and "you have a great day, honey" had been soft and you had caught yourself grinning about that smile, and that stupidly adorable pet name, throughout the entire next week.

Still, one coffee order and gentle smile didn't mean you could walk up to him and ask him out! He could be in a relationship! He could be married! He could turn out to be a total prick hiding behind a charmingly soft Southern accent!

Although, in that case, this little crush would be over and you could tell Ginger to suck it. Your mental spiral into the abyss had been interrupted by the door opening and the man of the hour himself poking his head out; his brows knit in concern. 

"Everythin' okay, sugar?"

The sight of his brown eyes so close to you had thrown you for a loop. You'd gaped at him for half a minute before blurting out the first excuse that came to mind. You vaguely remember convincing him that you were here for a tattoo and rambling about always wanting one and him opening up shop right in front of you, seeming like a sign from the universe. (A sign that you were losing it? Maybe. A sign to get a tattoo. Probably not.)

He had taken your weird behavior as first time jitters and had led you in for a consult. He'd eased you into the shop, a hand on the small of your back, while recounting the story about how a drunk tattoo had earned him his infamous nickname. You'd been giggling too hard to notice that he'd already sat you down on a couch in the back and pulled out a sketchpad.

He had been all soft smiles and twinkling eyes and thoughtful ideas. While you had been a bundle of nervous energy; trying and failing to not stare at his pretty eyes, long fingers and sharp jaw. You're pretty sure he'd caught you checking gaping at his hands several times. But nothing in his demeanor had changed, apart from the appearance of a mischievous little sparkle in his eyes. Which had only made it harder to resist the urge to jump his bones right then.

You ended up agreeing to a small design (that you had totally fallen in love with), and he had given you an appointment for the very next day. Your protests had failed at his insistence and you'd just been able to nod around the lump in your throat when he squeezed your arm in reassurance.

"Trust me darlin', you're in safe hands. I know what I'm doin'.

A furtive glance at said hands and another nod from you had sealed the deal. (Best keep your mouth shut until you were sure that words were going to make it out instead of embarrassing whimpers.) He'd smiled at you as he walked you out with a particularly devious look in his eyes. Like he knew. Like he knew exactly why you were here and insisting on getting a tattoo. And you couldn't decide if that would be the best or worst thing to ever happen to you. 

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It was too late to do anything but reminisce now. The tattoo is halfway done and you're not one to brag but you'd made it through without too much fuss. A particularly vicious stab has you hitching a deep breath as you try not to flinch and suddenly, Jack's locking those soft eyes with you. 

"You gotta stay still now, sweetheart okay?” he rumbles, his voice low and throaty. 

Oh God.

That voice.

He could tell you to jump in front of a train with that voice and you wouldn't even blink. Your gaze drops to his mouth as his tongue peaks out to dart across those plush lips. You're caught up in the images of that tongue flicking out and tangling with yours. Figuring he'd be sweet at first; gentle and soft, with just the tiniest bit of pressure. Before licking hard and playfully biting your lower lip as he pulls away. Grinning that mischievous half smirk that makes you want to grab fistfuls of his hair and yank-  

He clears his throat and you fall back to Earth. Gulping, your eyes meet his amused stare and you nod cheerfully in response, trying not to be completely transparent. Apparently you fail miserably, because Jack just sends a knowing smirk your way before carrying on.

"That's a good girl."

Oh.

Oh God.

This was such a bad idea.

You were going to explode right in this seat.

The hum of the needle starts again and you try to shift your focus. Your gaze draws, as always, to the man bent over you; his broad fingers encircling your arm and gently holding it in place. His eyes laser focused on the design. Your gaze moves to ogle his broad shoulders and the way the muscles ripple under the leather jacket covering him. He tilts his neck and you trace the skin trying to pinpoint the exact point you'd like to sink your teeth in. Okay enough! Suffice it to say, you definitely wouldn't mind being under him in a different context.

You nearly squirm at the thought of his broad body on top of yours, but catch yourself just in time. Wouldn't be out of character for you to mess up your first tattoo right near the finish line. That would be quite the story. 'O hey, nice tattoo, what's that squiggle at the bottom?' 'Oh. Yea I was just picturing getting cracked like a glow stick by my tattoo artist when he had a needle on my skin.'

You hold back a flinch and wriggle in the seat when Jack raises the needle from your skin to start a different line. Those caramel tinted eyes rise from the half etched pattern on your bicep and fix onto you as he looks over with a raised eyebrow. 

“Behave darlin’,” he coos. “We're nearly there. You’ve been doin’ so well for me. Let’s not get carried away now.” 

Oh. 

Oh fuck.

This was a really bad idea.

You gulp and grit your teeth and nod for him to continue. You're thinking of kittens taking baths, ice cream in the park, that absolutely terrible but totally worth it for the eye candy vampire movie you'd seen last weekend, and how bad your issues with yourself had to be for you to get something permanently etched into your skin than tell a handsome man that you might like him. Mentally shaking your head at yourself, you glance over to see how much of the tattoo was left. Which turned out to be a mistake. 

"Ack!" You cry out.

Fist clenching and arm twitching immediately, as you watch the needle touch a sensitive part of your skin, and you flinch badly. Jack lifts the needle and fixes you with a stern half glare. But there's a twinkle in his eye that has you giving him a sheepish grin. 

"Whoops?"

You pout at him, with a teasing tilt of your head. He chuckles and your eyes flicker to his lips for a beat too long. When you look up, Jack's smirk has turned roguish as he catches you shamelessly checking him out. Again. 

Oh no. 

"Maybe you just need some positive reinforcement sweetheart, hm?"

Before you can even process the statement, he has already shut the needle off.

"Such misbehavin', darlin'."

He tuts at you before leaning down and pressing his lips against the corner of your mouth. He smells like leather. And a soft cologne. Both of which assault your senses; hints of pine mixed with sandalwood and something inexplicably him wraps around you, and it is dangerously delicious. His tongue darts out to have the tiniest taste as his mustache tickles the corner of your lips. Before you can restore the brain power needed to tilt your head, and maybe pull him on top of you by the lapels of his jacket, tattoo be damned, he's already pulling away. 

"Fuck me."

The whimper that leaves you is entirely involuntary.

He grins at your flustered face as the needle starts again. His grip on your arm tightens and you squirm for entirely different reasons as he winks at you.

"Absolutely. But only if you're good and hold still now sugar."

Your jaw drops. There's nothing but static in your brain.

Wait.

Did he just- ?

Oh God.

"Be good for me now honey. 'M almost done. And then we can see about rewardin' good behavior." 

Fuck.

This was the best idea you'd ever had.

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.

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[purecancellation]

jack in the box (mascot) x trans male reader

i hate tumblr. but the people who love this man are on tumblr. so here you are.

tags; smut (first time writing it), oral, cunnilingus, thighs, slight boot worship, neck kissing. thx

word count; 2,846

*can be read as gender neutral-- one masculine term appears and top surgery is mentioned.

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As crisp air brushed past my skin, my eyes turned toward the front door. Jack walked through, expression tired and unfocused. He hung his coat up and rolled his shoulders, a light cracking sound in my ears.

“Oh, hun, was work alright?” He turned towards me, a smile slithering onto his face. “Yes, it went quite okay. Just a long shift, that’s all.” His hands snuck their way to my waist, holding me close to him. “I missed you,” he pressed a kiss to my forehead, “I've been itching to see you since I stepped foot in the restaurant.”

A soft giggle left my throat, fingertips dancing along his broad arms. “That long, huh?”

“Mhm, I wasn’t sure what I was going to do.”

“Should I make dinner, maybe? Or get you a drink?”

“No, I ate before leaving. There might be something else you can get me, though.”

His formerly sour utterance had been replaced by a playful appearance, mouth upturned in a smirk. Jack rested his head lightly on the side of mine, chin resting upon my shoulder. His hands continued to hold me, but they slid towards the hem of my shirt, thumbs slipping under.

My voice was a whisper, “Jack…”

“Yes, darling?” he spoke in a tired, tempting tone.

“It’s late, are you sure you’re awake enough for this?” I questioned. His head moved away from the crook of my neck, eyes now staring directly toward mine. Jack didn’t have the most expressive face, but it was evident he appreciated me looking out for him.

“Hah. I suppose I could muster the willpower,” he joked, “are you okay with that?” He punctuated that remark with a kiss.

I nodded, mouth finding his, hands now around his head. It continued for a beat, until I slid down to his neck, lips sucking a bruise into the delicate skin. My left hand lay on his nape, rubbing soft circles into the side. A soft sound made its way from Jack’s mouth, making my brain fuzzy. It was cute how vulnerable he got sometimes. It was usually when he came home from a less-than-favorable day at work, all that stress building up in him. His pain tolerance wasn’t low by any means, but sometimes it knocked the wind from him, seeing as he was shaking after a few marks, eyes clamped shut and hands grasping tighter and tighter around me.

“Dear,” he mumbled, head thrown back from bearing his neck to me, “can– can we take this somewhere besides the living room?”

His remark brought me out of the trance I fell into, my brain finally registering that we hadn’t left the entryway. I stumbled back slightly, Jack’s hands preventing me from going far. His neck adorned blooming bruises, only soft violet at the moment.

“Is everything okay?” he asked, head lolled to the side, neck still on display.

“Yes– yes. I just…”

“Got too excited?”

I cracked a smile, “Yeah.”

Straightening my back, I lifted Jack’s hands from my body, instead holding his wrist and leading him to our bedroom. The excited laugh that came from him was already worth it, the sound of it lighting up something inside of me, something that wanted to hear that laugh over and over. He wasn’t a very business-casual guy, always showing a full range of emotion, but he didn’t usually let his guard down in our more intimate moments when we first got together. It felt special being able to hear those noises now, they spurred me on more than anything.

I pulled him to the edge of our bed, motioning for him to sit. As I kneeled between his spread legs, Jack started to ask what I was doing– I didn’t answer. I leaned a small ways away, hands lifting his right shoe onto my knee. He usually wore black dress shoes, shiny and pointed at the toe. My fingers traced lightly along the material, stopping at the laces to carefully untie them. Lifting the shoe from his foot, I placed it to the side and repeated the action to his left. He isn’t sure why I do silly things like that, and frankly neither do I. But, it was something nice I could do for him, and that’s all that mattered.

Leaning back towards him, my hands held tight onto his thighs, sharp nails eliciting a pained response. “May I?” I asked, hands rubbing their way toward his belt. There was a small ‘mhm’ in response. The belt made a clink as I unfastened it, tugging it out of the loops which held it in place. The leather was smooth against my hands as I placed it on the ground near his shoes. My pointer and thumb pulled his zipper down, hands hastily taking off the dark dress pants he often wore. Now, Jack was left in his cream-colored button-up and boxers, hands placed behind him in a placating gesture. He stared down at me, eyes half-lidded, a sight which excited me only further. His erection was prominent now, dick straining against his underwear, just begging to be released. I took my time, mouth skittering along his legs, teeth biting into the insides of his them. Jack had, undoubtedly, a huge thing for thighs. He preferred to be the one worshipping them, but sometimes switching it up on him elicited a pleasurable response. While sucking bruises into the meat of his legs, a symphony of noises came from the man above me. I could treat any other part of his body like this, and even then he wouldn’t react quite like this. The thought, sight, and feeling of harming a part of somebody that is so painfully close to their groin made him feral in a sense. Jack’s hands tightened around the loose sheet below him, a sound faint compared to those made from his squirming.

“You– hah, you know I love this, sweetheart, but it may be too m–” his words got cut off, I assume his mouth clamped shut in a hiss as my teeth hit a spot right on the edge of his boxers. It was a hard bite, harder than I intended, and a slight metallic taste coated my mouth.

I pulled away from his legs, “Oh, God, I’m sorry.”

Jack just laughed, voice low and cut up, “I’ll forgive you if you take off my boxers, it’s starting to–" he jutted his hips up slightly, "–hurt,”

“Oh, of course,” I breathed, hands pulling down the waistband and letting them pool around his legs. He lifted his feet so I could toss them in the pile of already discarded clothing. His erection now stood at full attention, pre-ejaculate dripping lightly from the tip. My voice was light, lips grinning, “Geez, all this time and I’m still not accustomed to the sight of you.” My hands roamed his lower body, fingers dipping into his v-line before resting on the sides of his hard-on. After a moment, which I assume felt like hours to him, my lips placed a loving kiss on the top of the head, a familiar taste in my mouth.

“Please, oh please dear,”

It was rare that he pleaded for something– especially in such a tone. Caving, I brought my hand to stroke down his length, mouth slowly sinking onto him. I took my time to ensure I wouldn’t choke. Jack held back a groan, his leg tensing beneath my non-dominant hand. As my head sank lower, my other palm rested on the opposite leg, my tongue spreading to the parts I couldn’t reach. He snuck one of his hands into my hair, gripping my scalp light enough to guide me through the motions.

The scene played out similarly for several minutes, Jack teetering closer to his climax as my spit coated him, my fingers close enough that I could feel the saliva drip from my lips down onto his leg.

“I’m– oh, haah, can you take it all the way, hun?”

My lack of reaction was a response to him, a ‘yes’. It wasn’t because he ignored me, or I ignored him; it was non-verbal communication. I’d tap on any part of him I could reach if it was a no, as I can’t exactly speak when he’s preventing me from doing so. Jack’s hand pushed me lower, lower, lower, my mouth filled as my lips met the base, and my fingers clenched as I attempted not to convulse around him. As I stayed there, his hips twitched up into my mouth trying to get more out of it. I tapped his leg, a sign to let me up, and a slick pop was heard as he did so. The man above me bit back a whine, his grip digging into my head, hips lifted ever-so-slightly into the air.

“You’ll get to climax, you’re fine. But at least let me take my pants off.” I spoke, tone light and poking fun at his desperation. Standing, I met the man on our bed, his hands finding my belt immediately. Unbuckling it, he pulled it out and quickly tossed it to the floor, ignoring wherever it landed. I lifted my shirt over my head, and Jack followed suit by loosening his tie and unbuttoning his blouse. Kicking my cargo pants off, I brought my hand to his face and leaned him into a gentle kiss, fingers tracing patterns into every inch of skin reachable. Jack tilted his body towards me, legs finding their spot on the outside of mine.

He broke away, “I’ve seen you like this so many times, yet– God– you are still just so good-looking.”

I let my back hit the bed, body now flat against it. His head leaned down towards mine, next to my ear, asking softly for permission to touch me. “Yes,” I let out, voice clouded with desire. Jack knows I don’t like jumping the gun, instead taking my time to feel things out, which applied to any situation, including sexual ones. He, on the other hand, is impatient, wanting to run immediately into everything. But, he adjusts himself for me. Even if he’s tired, even if he’s pent up, even if he’s being pissy– he’ll gain some magical patience.

His fingers traced my collarbones, running then lower, nails skittering along the scars adorning my chest. When he first saw them, he reacted in a way different from those before him: “It– it’s okay. I don’t mind them, really. This isn’t gonna change anything, it won’t, I promise. Just let me take care of you, okay?” Upon hearing that, I hadn’t known how to react. I did what he asked, though, and let him take the lead. Others I’d slept with before him preferred me to keep my shirt on and hide the marks, or they told me to lay on my stomach so we didn’t face one another. After so long, it felt normal, my feelings being disregarded. Jack doesn’t do that. He will go out of his way to make sure that I feel safe. It’s sweet. He’s sweet.

Snapping back to reality, I noticed my hands holding an area of sheet that was under my waist and my legs were being held apart by Jack’s knees. He went from straddling me to instead both of his legs in between mine and his hands continuing to spread across my body like I was a treasure you’d find in old ruins or a new toy you’d receive on Christmas. Sliding down to my waist and then my hips, his fingers tangled in the fuzz I neglected to shave, hands going oh-so-slow.

“Jack, just a little lower, please?” I requested, eyes only open enough to see a sliver of his face, a daunting smile occupying it.

“If you’ll look at me while I do it,”

I wasn’t a fan of him asking that, but I did so anyways, head jerking to face him head-on, eyes opened as far as they could be.

“You listen to directions so well,” he taunted. “Good man.”

A whine left my mouth at that, legs attempting to clench together despite the obstacle between them. Jack let out a laugh. His dominant hand slithered lower between my thighs, his thumb brushing over a spot that had me slapping my palm down onto my mouth and my hips bucking up and against the new-found friction. His lightly calloused thumb rubbed the spot continuously, his head falling to the crook of my neck to whisper sweet nothings. As I writhed beneath him, the flat of my hand unable to suppress my noises, his pointer finger slid across my slit. It was over from there. I instinctively bit down on the corner of my hand, legs shaking and head spinning, my eyes now clenched shut and unable to face any part of him.

“Calm down… That’s it. Just concentrate, dear.”

His voice was a calming whisper against my ear, my movements slowing slightly as he eased his own. Just as he removed his thumb from the nub, his finger once again rubbed against my opening, the messy liquid no doubt coating it.

“I’m going to fuck you on my fingers now, mhm?”

“God, yeah,” I rushed, ears ringing softly. His vulgar words shot a burst of heat through my body, my left hand hugging the covered mattress tightly.

Two fingers prodded at the entrance, his middle and ring, slipping in with ease. He brought them in and out slowly, letting me adjust, his soothing voice talking me through it. I bucked my hips against his hand, my groin rubbing against his palm, granting me delicious friction. Jack’s body was pressed almost exactly to mine, making it difficult to move much. He spread his knees apart, taking my legs with it, and lifted his head from my neck. Even with him off of me, the small of my back arched upwards, body heat being shared between us.

“Look at me,” he said, more of a statement than a request.

A whine left my throat, eyes fluttering open, my palm still held against my mouth.

“And let me hear your voice, honey.”

The sentence took a second to even register in my head, hand slowly retracting back to my side. I fought back the urge to bite my lip, instead letting the venereal mumbling play through the room. Softly, almost too low to hear it, he thanked me for my cooperation.

He shifted his weight, one of his legs going outside of mine, left hand now positioned on the headboard above me to hold himself up. His hand continued thrusting, fingers occasionally stroking against a spot that elicited crude sounds from my throat. My eyes were unfocused and struggled to stay open. A cacophony of begging and pleas left my lips, the words broken up by unintentional moans. Jack was saying something above me, but I stopped listening once he sped up his movements, my mind too cloudy to think.

“Haah– Jack, Jack,” I swallowed, hard, “I’m going to– nnh–” my sentence was cut off by a groan, my face turning to the side, a slight line of drool dribbling from my lips and moistening the sheet below.

“Yeah? Then do it.”

His voice was harsh and he spoke quickly. The hinted desperation in it set something off in me, my body clenching around his fingers, a full-throated sob leaving me before I could stop it. Jack’s hand was slick with the aftermath and he hit inside of me a couple of times before letting me go limp on the bed. It was hard to register much. I did notice, however, that Jack hadn’t orgasmed yet. I came to that conclusion when he positioned himself above me, dominant hand feeling up his dick and eventually stroking it harshly. His hand was already lubed because of me, so the strokes made prominent, wet skin-on-skin sounds. Since I edged him so close earlier, he had no problem getting to his climax now, low whines leaving him as a warm liquid spurted across my abdomen.

I shut my eyes, my body feeling fuzzy and light. My attention was cut as I focused on my breathing, not noticing when Jack got up to get a wet rag. He came back to clean up, the washcloth a comfortable roughness against my skin as it wiped away the dried seminal fluids. He discarded it on our nightstand and grabbed a blanket, coming back to lie next to me.

“Was that okay?” he asked, hand pulling the comforter up and over us. He laid his hand across my stomach, thumb rubbing my skin lightly.

My head turned to look at him, a smile creeping onto my face. “Yeah, hon. Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me, that makes it sound like a favor. But, thank you for dealing with me.”

“Wouldn’t want to handle anybody else.”

Jack chuckled at that, his head nudging itself against mine, hands wrapped around my body. I hummed lightly, bringing my hand up to hold one of his. Nothing else was said. We fell asleep in delicate silence.

ok a/n theres meant to be italics and stuff but god im not gonna put those back in. too much work

[heartfullofleeches]

Jack in the box (Old)

Male Yandere x G.N Reader

An: was going through my email and found this old fic from my first blog [naga-nerd] I haven't reread it, but I remember the general idea and its one I may rewrite in the future. Hope you enjoy if it's as descent as I remember.

"H-hey Y/n.. Wanna use it?" You turn to look at the person that use walked up to you, small box in his shaking hands. He holds it out a little more, looking away embarrassed as negative thoughts fill his mind. This was a stupid idea. There's no way you'd actually touch it.

"Uh sure I'll try it." His head snaps back to you as you grab the handle and begin turning it. The soft melody of Pop goes the Weasel comes from the Jack in the box, cutting off at times due to the old age of it. You jump as a doll pops out of the box, swinging back and forth on its spring."I didn't hear the end so that startled me. That clown is pretty strange. I mean I'm not judging it but aren't those dolls usually colorful and more alive?"

"Colorful?" He takes his eyes off of you and look down at the box, immediately seeing what you're talking about. The now still doll's clothing resembled those of a happy clown but they were completely grey. The eyes were shut and for a mouth there was a straight black line. The doll was neutral meaning your feelings for him were neutral. Meaning you felt nothing for him at all. Good nor bad. He turns the box over in his hands multiple times, checking the clown doll for any sign of color. Any sign of emotion.

"I hope your jack in the box is ok. I have to go now. Bye." You smile nervously at him as you walk away. Normally your smile would make his day a hundred times better, but at that moment he felt empty inside. He had known you for years and yet you felt as if he was just some person you'd pass by while taking a walk. It wasn't fair. You were on his mind every second of the day but he was the last person you'd probably ever think about. He wanted to smash the box in his hands to pieces and scream to the heavens as he did so. Asking whoever listened why you didn't love him. Why you didn't need him like he needed you every second of the day. But like most feelings he had, he just bottle the anger up.

Frustrated tears fell from John's eyes and landed on the doll, soaking its cloth face. Did he not try hard enough? Maybe he didn't get rid of everyone bothering you and you were just too busy with them. He followed you around and made a long list of those people so that couldn't be true unless you went somewhere without him, which wasn't likely. John grabs the small doll's hand and smiles. He shouldn't be so upset. You just didn't feel anything for him now, he'd change that for sure. He look in the direction you had walked in but you were long gone. That didn't matter though. He knew exactly where to find you.

You wake up in a dark room with a slight headache, laying with your back against something hard. You try to put your hand up to your throbbing head but the thick ropes keeping you tied up stops you. A light switches on and the wooden stairs creak as someone steps into the room.

"I'm sorry that I have put you down here Y/n. Our room isn't quite set up yet and I don't want you to see it." The person from earlier sets a familiar box next to you as he crouched down in front if you.

"Morning sweetheart. Well it's still night time but you've been out so long it feels like a new day." John leans in towards you and you pull away. "Uh who are you exactly?"

You didn't know who he was at all. When he asked you to use the jack in the box earlier you believed it to be a prank so you did it for laughs. You thought it was strange he knew your name but at the time you thought he may have been an old friend.

In all the years that he knew you and everything about you, you never know him at all or realize he was stalking you. You may have said hello a couple times but that's all. His face would just disappear in to the crowd of the many you passed on a normal day. John was a complete stranger to you while you meant everything to him.

"Who am I? Honey you're the love of my life and I'm yours er, I will be soon. I'm sorry to keep you here like this but I have to be sure nobody will try to steal that wonderful heart of yours."

John picks up the Jack in the box and holds it to his chest, voice growing dangerously quiet. The doll from before was still hanging out the box and he petted its head softly "It really hurt me when I found out I was nothing to you Y/n..."

"Don't worry though. I'm not upset about it anymore. I just have to get you to fall for me and that shouldn't be hard. I know pretty much everything about you so I'm sure I can win your heart in no time." He laughs and begins to hum the tone that comes from the box in his hands as he plays with the doll. He suddenly slaps the lid shut, forcing the clown back into its cage.

"Hey Y/n? Do you wanna see how I feel about you? I can't untie you so you can hold my toy but I'm sure my little friend will come out matching my emotions anyway." John turns the handle as you sit there frozen in silence, the dolls appearance changing more and more in the box as the music continues it play.