jb said right in front of my salad???

tag yourself i’m mark

Jackson Wang cuteness appreciation post…  Because why not?~  (*≧▽≦) 

Make Him Jealous - Jackson Wang (Fanfic)

Members: Jackson Wang ft. JB  Genre: FLUFF! Author: @wang-me-harder

Prologue: You’ve had a lowkey crush with JB for a while now. The new student in your class, Mr ‘Nice Guy’ Jackson Wang had recently found out after finding your lost book with names of ‘Im Jaebum’ written across the back page with love heart and volunteered to help you by making JB jealous. It’s the first attempt of the ‘Make JB jealous’ plan. Will it succeed?

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what kind of sorcery is this…

people on twitter will say literally anything huh

Prince Jackson Wang~ Royal!AU

WARNINGS: Narcissistic Parent, Angst, Fluff, Jackson Being A Brat, TW Violence. (I’m probably forgetting something)

A/N: Don’t ask me why this one is so long, I couldn’t stop writing for this one haha, although I feel like it could be better. I hope y’all enjoy it!

Prince Jackson was snobby, conceited, and arrogant.

Prince Jackson is brave, wise, and gentle.

He thought he was the best, and he only cared about himself.

But he humbled himself, and he is more caring towards his people now.

His mother was a very gentle woman, and she was able to keep the King from neglecting the Kingdom.  

She wanted to teach Jackson how important it was to be kind and considerate.

Unfortunately, the Queen had died when Jackson was a child, leaving him to be raised by an egotisical man.  

His father had spoiled him and imprinted a God-like complex in his mind.

He had made Jackson think that he was above everyone else, even their own people.

Jackson had grown up watching his father push around their servants and thought it was okay.

The King didn’t care for the Kingdom, even though there was a rising in crime.

The King let the Kingdom come to despair when the Queen died, for he did not care.

The King was obsessed with war and being the best, so Jackson was taught how to fence, handle a sword, spar, etc.

Jackson is very strong because of this; he can handle himself very well.

Fortunately, Jackson had never fought in a war, for others had managed to steer clear of his father.

The way Jackson was raised is something he is ashamed of, even if he is no longer the man he once was.  

He changed a lot of his ways after getting his portrait painted by you.

Crime, poverty, and pain was something his Kingdom no longer had to suffer.

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gotta say it’s very sexy of jackson wang to wear a corset in a mv a few months after china banned “effeminate men” from media

If anyone of you think lgbtq equals pedophilia then please get off my page

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Cliches & Coffee (J.W.)

you and your bestfriend made way to the coffee shop you two visit about twice a week after class. it’s cozy, cute and always has the most chill music playing softly in the back. you two got comfortable for the hours ahead that’ll consist of school work and coffee of course. when you’re working coffee number two you get up to grab a pastry to calm your stomach and while fumbling with your wallet you bump into boy making you drop you wallet and sends some of your loose change flying across the floor. he quickly ducks down to help grab you things and you catch a glimpse of his face that has you hesitate. he’s beautiful. “i am so sorry” you hear him say as you watch his hands move quickly across the floor picking up the coins. you realize you’d been staring at the top of head when looks up at with a sheepish grin. he assumes you’re angry since you’re just standing there. silent. you snap of it and give him a pretty smile “no don’t worry about i was too focused on getting sweets i blacked out the rest of the world” you inwardly roll your eyes at your response and bend to grab the rest of your things off the floor. he gives you a cute laugh that has your heart beating a little quicker than usual. “i completely understand” he says with a another cute laugh. he starts walking to the counter with your wallet in hand and starts to pull out his own. “what were you getting? let me.” he says over his shoulder. before you can protest he shakes his head with a small smile. “it’s the least i could do for keeping you from your sweets.” you wanted to laugh at how cliche this situation was but hey, who were you to stop a cute boy from buying you food. you got your peach filled pastry, your absolute favorite, thanked him a ton and quickly but carefully walked to your friend to avoid further embarrassment like tripping. you plopped in front your friend with a your bottom lip stuck between your teeth. “well he was cute” your friend teased. you let out your breath in a huff “I knowwww.” you looked over your friends shoulder and realized cute boy was a few tables over sitting in front of his friend facing your direction. it was as if he felt you staring because a second later his eyes snapped to meet yours. you didn’t wanna feel like you were caught doing something bad so you gave a small smile and looked away. as time went on you couldn’t focus on your work to save your life. whatever your friend was saying went in one ear and out the other. “i wonder if he’s aware there’s a mirror in front of me and i can see him everytime he looks at you” your friend blurts out. “he’s not very subtle is he?” she asks with her head tilted. your head snaps up at her and you look over his way and immediately lock eyes with him. he stares for a few seconds, waves and goes back to talking to his friend. you laugh to yourself at his boldness and ask your friend “has he really need staring? cause i’ve been shoving this pastry in my mouth like no tomorrow.” she just slowly nods trying to keep her laughter in. the rest of the time goes by with you and cute boy sneaking not so sneaky glances at one another. he laughs you look his way, you laugh he looks your way. it was like a game of ‘look at me! look at me!’ and you wanted to win. you shrugged your jacket off and let your hair down when it started to feel to right up and let it fall down framing your face and looked up once again and found cute boy not just looking at you but staring. got him. you noticed him and his friend start to gather their things and felt a little down that whatever was happening was ending. you saw only his friend walk about and could see cute boy coming your way. “i hope to hear from you soon, peachy girl.” he gave you a heart stopping smile, slid a napkin your way and walked away. you and your friend locked eyes and stayed still until he walked out the door. once he was gone you grabbed the napkin and noticed the big ring of coffee from his mug but you definitely realized what was written. “ XXX-XXXX -jackson”

Rough Day. (Jackson Wang)

(tbh this is like one big cringe fest, i’m awful at smut no one read this. this is what @jaxonah wanted i hope ur happy)

“How does that feel?” you ask. Your boyfriend, Jackson, laying under you on his stomach. He had come home from practice upset, stressed and tired so you offered him one of your amazing massages. “Amazing. Don’t stop,” he mumbles into his arms that are currently crossed while he uses them as a pillow. You let out a chuckle and add a bit more pressure along his spine. Your hands slowly moving up and then back down. You scoot farther down his body now straddling his butt and the back of his thighs to get more access to his lower back. You become so concentrated at the task at hand you don’t hear your boyfriends breathing getting deeper. “Y/n,” he says. You look up to where his face is hidden in his arms. “You okay?” you wonder. He starts shifting his body making you rise to your knees and furrow your eyebrows. He turns to lay on his back and quickly grabs your hips to sit you back on him. “Oh,” is all you can manage say when you feel just how hard your boyfriend is. You add a bit more pressure while leaning down to his face. “Do you need some help with that too?” you whisper against his lips. You get your answer when Jackson grabs the back of your neck to firmly push your lips together. The kiss was nothing but tongue, groans, teeth and need. He needed you. You grind your hips to his while your hands roam down his chest, feeling his smooth and toned stomach. Pulling away to catch your breath Jackson immediately moves his lips to your jaw, down your neck, his mouth nipping and gently sucking. He flips the two of you over, his mouth never leaving your neck. Clothes between the two is practically flying off and the next thing you feel is his bare skin on yours. “Baby, I need you right now. I can’t wait,” Jackson says in between the kisses he’s placing down your chest. “Okay, okay” you whisper. “Come here,” you say and tug his face back up to yours. He leans his forehead on yours while your hand reaches down between the two of you. Jackson is more than ready but that doesn’t stop you from stroking him a few times before guiding him to you. He slowly edges his way in, not wanting to hurt and gives you time to adjust. When he realizes you’re more than okay he’s nothing but gentle after that. His thrusts are hard and fast. He uses one arm to support himself up and uses the other to reach to grab your face and smash your lips together. His teeth tugging at your bottom lip and his groans falling into your mouth. The pace is too much and yet not enough. You tighten your thighs around his waist and let your nails run down his back. “Jackson, more,” you whimper out. The hand he had on your face drifts down to the bottom of you throat and he grips it, adding a small amount of pressure. “Jackson, I’m-“ “I know baby I’m so close,” he assures you. You feel it building in the pit of your stomach before you feel pleasure wash over you. Jackson follows soon after at the feel of you clenching so tightly around him. He slowly pulls out and gently lays on top of you. His head on your chest. You softly run your hands through his hair while the two of you try to calm your racing hearts. “Feel better?” you ask. Placing a kiss on top of his head. Jackson lets out a laugh. “Much better,” he says. Just as you’re about to doze off you feel a small kiss to the center of your chest. “I love you,” is all you hear before you drift to sleep.

Dead By Daylight: Yandere Jackson Wang

Every day was the same since he became a killer and taken away by the entity; screams and blood. He placed another survivor on the hook. All the other killers relished in the screams, but Jackson grew bored of the high pitch sound from the survivor.

The only thing that kept him going was the promise of fulfilling a wish by the entity, but was it enough to keep him going for so long in the cat and mouse chase that he had gotten himself in with everyone else. It was a competition. Jackson breathed heavily with sweat running down his body. His hair being stuck to his forehead. He wiped away the blood and sweat from his face with his white sleeve. He twirled is knife and slit someone's stomach open. Jackson compared to the other killers was at a disadvantage. He wasn't a serial killer nor an entity of malice like Sadako or the Trapper. He only had a small sharp blade, quick feet, and well his good looks. Survivors were fortantely easy for him to fool. Pretending to be one of them.

He easily had hooked the last survivor. Death came for them all. The entity pulling them away to never be seen again. He walked to the elevator that was the only thing that let him in and out of the playing field. He stood in the decripted elevator as it went down to each floor. Each killer had their floor. Their own room. When the doors opened he was haunted by what he saw. It was an old theatre dressing room with a broken mattress in the corner. He looked at the cracked mirror. He was wearing a ripped white shirt and black dress pants. His hair was messy, his skin pale, and he was covered in blood and dirt. He set down the bloody knife on the table before laying on the mattress.

He closed his eyes for a short while. Until he heard a loud siren. Lights flashing red. It was time. The next group of survivors were piling in. He did not understand the survivors. Putting their self in danger for nothing but he realized were empty promises and a gaureented painful death for them. He stood from the bed and took the blade.

He wiped the blood on his shirt and once again walked to the elevator that would take him up to the floor where he would slaughter once again.

He stepped out into the destroyed city spot. What he once knew has the theatre he called home was broken down with only a few rooms to spare. A broken carriage, and a crumbled stone road he stepped along those stones a million times.

Of course in the rubble there were hooks laid about, generators, and places to hide. It was only for show though; Jackson knew the truth. The hooks were the only thing that mattered. The generators were never touched nor could they truly hide.

He spun the knife then hid it into his sleeve. He would saught out his first survivor and take them out one by one.

Jackson walked to the nearest survivor. You had your hair pulled up in ponytail wearing ripped jeans and crop top. You had no idea who the killer was and the enviroment told you nothing. You had ideas when you went through old rooms but this one was completely new to you. You were amazed by the broken stone and marble. The golden intercate design. You slowly walked towards the theatre as if it was calling you. There was large foyer with destroyed stairs and ripped dirty red carpet. You turned to another room. It was a destroyed auditorim. A smashed chandilar in the middle of the room where rows of people would have sat. A stage with torn up wooden floorboards and a torn red curtain. It was a goregous yet dark sight.

You stepped on the stage while scanning around for the generator. You gasped when you heard a voice behind the curtain.

"Excuse me?" It was a deep voice that made your knees weak.

"Who are you?" You whispered backing away.

Jackson stepped out of the room holding up his hands. "No, don't worry I'm not a threat."

You calmed down and sighed. "I'm so sorry. I think we are all on edge. We don't know where the killer is or even who it is."

"Here, let me stay with you so that I can protect you." Jackson gave a charming smile.

"Sure." You smiled back.

Jackson looked at your beautiful smile and he swear he could feel his dead heart, beat. He no longer felt void of emotion. No, he knew now what he needed and it was you. Jackson would do anything to keep you with him. He wes already considered a serial killer as he slaughtered many. What was a few more to him to keep his new toy.

Before Jackson could take your hand and lead you somewhere secluded to keep you another survivor ran up. He cursed to himself.

He had to act fast. He grabbed you by your waist pulling you behind the red curtain with him. His body pressed against yours with his hidden blade on your throat. You leaned your head back to look up to Jackson. Jackson looked down at you with evil shadows in his eyes. His eyes completely changed. From to soft to demonic. He had a sharp blade pressed to your neck. His arm wrapped tightly around your stomach. His crotch pressed against your ass and his chest pressed against your back.

You should be terrified. You should be trembling in fear. Yet, you were trembling for a whole different reason.

"Stay fucking quiet or I will be forced to hurt you. Just stay quiet." He growled in your ear.

There was shiver down your spine; your knees trembled. Your face flushed pressed against Jackson. Jackson looked down at your erotic and aroused self. He licked his lips. How he wanted to kiss you and touch you right then and there. How he desperately wanted to reach into your pants and feel the wetness growing.

Jackson shook his head pulling the knife away. The survivor had left and all that was left was you and him. He turned you around swiftly and slammed you against the broken floor. His body ontop of yours. He held your wrists with his knee pressed against your entrance roughly. You couldn't help but gasp from the pleasure of his leg rubbing against you. You whined and moaned your hips moving down on their own to get more friction. Jackson smirked watching you move your hips like a bitch in heat against his leg.

Jackson leaned down his head next to your ear. "Do you want me baby?"

You nodded moaning.

"Say it. Say I want you daddy." He whispered in your ear moving his leg away.

"I want you daddy!" You whined.

Jackson pressed his lips against yours roughly. His kiss was deep and possesive. You kissed him with his tongue dominating your mouth. You wanted to teat his clothes off but with him ontop you were completely at his mercy. Jackson broke the kiss. How he wanted to continue. He ripped open your shirt and pulled down your pants. You were completely naked in front of him with an aroused look on your face.

"Mine." He growled.

He reached down touching your soaked pussy. "I guess I don't have to get you warmed up naughty girl."

He postioned himself and slammed himself inside you. You gasped and moaned digging your nails into your palms. Jackson leaned himself up for better leverage as he gripped your hips. He started to pound himself inside you. All that could be heard around you in the eerie stage room was flesh slapping against flesh, your high pitched moans, and Jackson's deep groans.

His hips moved faster as he thrusted himself faster and harder against you. He then picked you up with his muscular arms as they flexed from holding you ontop of him. He thrust up with one hand entangled in your hair. His lips parted he moaned and groaned holding you to him possesively.

"You belong to me now. Forever." He growled

You moaned out cumming on his cock. He groaned as he came his cock spurting his cum inside you. You could feel the warm sticky liquid inside you and your body was craving more.

Jackson panted before giving you another deep possesive kiss.

Cruel - Slight Yandere!Demon King!Jackson Wang X Reader

Slight Yandere AU & Demon AU- Based off of Cruel by Jackson Wang

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst

Pairing: Jackson X Reader

Words: 3,421

Warnings: This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: So I know this isn’t the update I mentioned earlier but as soon as I watched the MV and listened to this song I was hit by the inspiration and motivation freight train (which, honestly, is quite surprising for me as of late) so I really wanted to get this written and posted. I think this MV is honestly going to be one of my favourites, it’s just so amazing and the aesthetic is right up my alley oof…. anyways, I really hope you all like this one even if it’s a bit short! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

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Love Can’t Meet Us All

pairing: jackson x reader ft. jinyoung / genre: angst, established relationship, smut / wc; 4.9k / tw; alcohol mentions, cheating mentions, cussing, a bit of possessive jackson, a broken heart

A/N: Merry Christmas (on jan 4th help) this is my somehow decent gift for the lovely @taetaesbaebaepsae​ (pls i tried) for the Secret Santa exchange at @got7writerscollective​ Hope you enjoy, even if its not proof read, I tried my best to fit your preferences <3

Sitting in front of his desk, Jackson almost gets startled when he hears you screaming all the way from the living room, where he left you watching a movie.

“Oh my god! Are you serious?!” you squeak over the phone, seeing Jackson entering the living room and making hand gestures for him to come closer. He walks in with a worried expression that quickly turns into confusion.

“Sure sure, what time?” you smile ear to ear, unable to hide your emotion, “Yes absolutely! See you there then, Oh my god Jinyoung! I’m so happy!”

Jackson frowns upon hearing that name.

“Baby! Jinyoung is back in town!” you hung up and got up from the couch giving a little jump and sprinting to hug your boyfriend, finding his body stiff, but not really paying much attention to it.

“That’s great,” Jackson says, smiling back.

“I need to go see what I’ll wear, he wants to meet tonight” you say, breaking the hug and running past him.

Jackson stays there while you disappear to your shared bedroom, still processing the information.

Laptop still on over his legs, it has stayed there for over an hour or so, almost the same time since you were focused on choosing what outfit you will wear to meet your friend later tonight.

“Hey! I’m coming with you” he finally says, standing up and almost throwing the laptop away, walking towards the bedroom where he finds you brushing your hair in front of the mirror.

“Are you sure, didn’t you have a lot of work to finish?” you reply with a smirk, peeking over your shoulder to see how he looks on one of his drawers, taking out a pair of jeans, almost tripping over them trying to put them on.

“Did most of it already,” He lied, “Besides, I want to meet this good friend of yours”

You grin at him in disbelief, but decide not to bother him with an explanation.

Once you leave for the bathroom, Jackson rolls his eyes at his poor acting, but it’s relieved that you didn’t ask more questions. Whatever the case, he won’t be letting you go alone with this Jinyoung guy.

Jackson hasn’t met Jinyoung, but he has heard enough.

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Used To

Jackson Wang x Reader Genre: Angst Words: 

It was one of those days. Although it only happened to you about once or twice the past three months, you have recently broken your streak of pretending you were fine; pretending that you didn’t miss him. 

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Used To

Jackson Wang x Reader Genre: Angst Words: 

It was one of those days. Although it only happened to you about once or twice the past three months, you have recently broken your streak of pretending you were fine; pretending that you didn’t miss him. 

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