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angelsanarchy · 5 months

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Glass Houses: Jack Thurlow x Y/N Series CH 22 -> CH 23

Tagging:@roryculkinluvr@thatsthewrongwallcraig@icarus-star @cc-luvr @madamemaximoff06@shady-the-simp @quicksilversg1rl @s-0lar @kristennero-wallacewellsver@ophelialaufey @mayathepsychic1999 @x-prettyboy-x @rorylover71 @auggiethecreator @tempt-ress @blacksoul-27

TW: Mutual Masturbation, Fingering, Jerking Off

Jack had gone home and practically paced waiting for Y/n to call. He knew she wasn't coming around until later but he was excited to spend time with her. He watched the clock and tried to work on a few pages to pass the time but once he heard the knock at the front door, he practically broke his foot trying to run down the steps.

"Hey! Sorry I'm late, I didn't want to come straight over in my scrubs." Y/n let herself in and looked freshly showered but exhausted.

"That's fine, we can play it low key tonight and actually go out when you get a day off." Jack smiled gesturing towards the living room. She plopped down on one side of the couch and Jack followed suit on the opposite end. He had already ordered food and told her to get comfortable. She noticed he had his laptop sitting on the coffee table and gestured towards it.

"How's the writing going?" She asked kicking her shoes off so she could rest her feet on the couch next to Jack's leg.

"It's going pretty well, I had to keep myself busy today so I got a few pages written." Jack confessed making Y/n smile.

"Can I read some of it?" She asked carefully. Jack hesitated for a moment before passing her the laptop. He watched her read the pages, taking a mental note of her eyes scanning the words and chewing on her lip.

"Jack...this is really good. I mean it's dark as hell and I know it's supposed to be about your life but it's really good." Y/n looked up from the laptop and Jack's eyebrows went up.

"You think so? I mean it's a first draft but-" Y/n leaned the screen down to look at Jack.

"Shut up and take the compliment." She moved to sit next to him and scrolled through his pages to point things out

"I love how the story teller is framing these events in his life as small signs of what's to come. As if his path was predetermined by the actions of his father, an avalanche of tragedy." Jack just stared at her in amazement. He moved towards her to kiss her but the sound of the doorbell stopped him. Y/n laughed realizing he was going to kiss her.

"Should have ordered the food a little sooner." She smirked. He pushed up from the couch and grabbed the food. They fell into comfortable conversation about random things from the book to the chaos his appearance at her work caused. Jack had no regrets and was glad that there were people who kept her mind on him throughout the day.

"You're such a cocky punk. You knew my boss was going to eat you up with a spoon." Y/n shoved Jack with her foot and he caught it with his hands.

"How could I possibly know your boss was an older woman? I just do really well with older women." Jack bragged rubbing her feet. He could see that it was providing relief and kept massaging her foot.

"Now you're just distracting me with a nice...foot massage. Fuck your hands are strong." She hissed.

"Am I hurting you?" He stopped and she narrowed her eyes at him.

"No it feels great, don't stop." Jack laughed continuing to rub her feet.

"This is not what I thought I would be doing for you to say that." Jack teased. Y/n let out a laugh and rested her head on the back of the couch to look at him.

"Yeah? I take it the new meds are treating you well?" Y/n asked making Jack nod.

"I haven't started them yet. I'm afraid I won't be able to get off now if I change them now." Jack explained and Y/n shook her head.

"I can always take my shirt off if you're feeling repressed. Don't sacrifice your sanity and sleep for an orgasm, Jack." She sat up on her elbows and he laughed.

"Honestly I'm not even sure it would work if I tried to fuck anyone. For now, it works for me exclusively." Jack felt comfortable talking to Y/n about these sorts of things. He didn't know if it was because he was attracted to her or if it was because they had talked openly about the medications.

"Well then lets test it out." Y/n pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor. Jack stopped rubbing her feet, allowing her to pull her legs back towards herself so she could unbutton her jeans and slid them just below her ass.

"Does this make you uncomfortable?" Y/n asked partially exposed. Jack could feel his dick stiffen and he shook his head, unbuttoning his jeans and show her the tent that was in his boxers.

"Not anymore." He said rubbing his cock on top of the fabric.

"You might want to take your shirt off...in the event you cum, I'd hate for you to stain one of your emo shirts." Y/n teased putting her fingers in her mouth. Jack can see her pussy as she pushes her panties to the side to finger herself. One hand pinched her nipples as she continued to play with her clit. He was so hard now, all he could do was stroke himself. Watching Y/n's fingers move in and out of her glistening pussy made him think about what it would feel like to have her ride him right here on the couch, her tits bouncing in his face as she fucked herself on his cock. He groaned freeing his cock, spitting on his hand and mixing that with the precum on the tip so he could have the feeling of skin to skin contact.

"Your cock looks even better when its hard. I fucking knew it would." Y/n bit her lip adding a third finger and letting her head fall back.

"Fuck..you can't...you can't say shit like that or I'm going to cum entirely too soon." Jack complained stroking himself faster.

"I wasn't aware we were being timed. I'm going to get off, when I get off." Y/n laughed watching Jack's chest rise and fall trying to catch his breath.

"Fuck I want to cum on your tits so bad." Jack said jaw dropping slightly staring at her tits bouncing with her rigorous hand movements. She used her free hand to pop the front of the bra open letting her tits spill out.

"Oh fuck." Jack moaned. He couldn't help but want to bury his face between them. Y/n continued to whine loudly and Jack wanted to be the one who pulled those sounds from her.

"Don't be shy Jack. I want to hear you." Y/n begged.

"I want to fuck you into this couch. I want to cum inside of you until it's running down your legs. I want to feel you cum around my cock." Y/n moaned Jack's name as she found her release, rubbing her clit and making her knees jump together as she pushed herself to keep touching sensitive bits. Jack could feel his orgasm building, eyes shut trying to get there. He was afraid if he got distracted he would embarrass himself and be unable to cum.

"Jack...open your eyes and look at me. I want you to look at me when you cum. I want you to know that the next time you cum, it will be down my throat." Jack watched Y/n take her wet fingers and put them in her mouth.

"Fuck!" Jack cried milking his cock until he was cumming all over the front of his shirt, almost hitting his neck. He slowed his hand down, feeling the jump of the sensitive tip as he grazed it.

It was silent for a few moments as they both looked at each other and started laughing.

"You're a fucking freak." Jack shook his head.

"And you love every second of it." Y/n stuck her tongue out at him.

"You also should have taken your shirt off." She reminded him pointing at the cum that was already starting to dry on his black shirt. She leaned forward to crawl towards him on the couch and Jack worried she might try to go for a second round.

"No worries, I'm not pushing the boundaries. I just wanted to give you something." Y/n leaned forward and kissed Jack carefully not to startle him of make him anxious. She let her tongue run along his own before pulling away.

"I wanted to say thanks and congratulations on the orgasm. It was great." She smiled in his face and he returned it.

"I also wanted to give you a little taste of what you're in for if you're down for a second date." Jack could taste her on his tongue and nodded.

"Is the first date already over?" He asked curiously and she laughed putting her head down for a moment.

"I don't want to make you feel cheap but if I don't go home now, I'll be too tired to walk home." She explained. Jack knew how tired she was and this probably only made it worse.

"It's okay. I completely understand." Jack put himself back in his jeans and watched Y/n pull her shirt over her head, not bothering to put her bra back on. He walked her to the door and she turned to look at him.

"This was a lot of fun Jack. I'm glad I said yes to a first date." Y/n smiled sweetly at him and he blushed.

"I'm pretty glad you said yes too. Let me know when you get home." Jack said rolling his eyes knowing that she was going to make a smartass remark about being across the street. She kissed his cheek and gave his hand a squeeze before walking out the door. Jack watched her walk down the drive and towards her house before shutting the door and running his hands down his face trying to take in what had just happened. He couldn't help but smile thinking about the night as a whole. He hadn't remembered having that much fun in one night with someone ever. He ran his hands down his shirt and felt his cum streak down his shirt more.

"Dammit." He cussed at himself knowing this shirt wasn't ruined but knowing he would get hard every time he wore it.

#Jack Thurlow #Jack Goes Home #Jack Thurlow x Y/n #One Shot Series #Glass Houses Series #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult #Glass Houses #22/38

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insxghtt · 9 months

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do you hate me? — euronymous x mean girl!reader

Maybe Euronymous liked you more than he should.

warnings: beating nazis i guess (you'll understand). mostly fluff as always.

this is a fanfic for RORY CULKIN ONLY. i don't even know the real story of mayhem really, i just watched the movie and to be honest i didn't even like it so....... idk sorry, i am in my rory culkin era and i will make it everyone's problem.

The first time Euronymous saw you, you were not in a good mood.

Well, it was difficult to ever see you in a good mood. You came from a not so loving family, so you learned how to defend yourself from a very young age. It’s not like you chose it, you just learned that there were two types of people in the world: the ones who fight, and the ones who get hurt. It was about survival, so you did what you had to do, you built your walls and they were fucking strong.

Some people would be surprised. Euronymous was. You didn’t look very threatening, that was a fact. You liked pink, you loved makeup, you had a sweet smile. It's why he felt so confused when he first saw you walking inside his record store.

Your hair was tied in a bun, your earrings were golden, the pink shirt you were wearing ended just above your stomach, showing off your belly piercing. Your boot-cut jeans and high heels completed your look. You were definitely not fitting in. All the other people in the store were either wearing all black clothes or something dark with a weird band logo in it.

A couple boys tried to scare you as soon as you stepped in, yelling “Hail Satan!” right at your face.

Euronymous smirked, wondering how long it would take for you to realize that you walked in the wrong store.

But you weren't scared. In fact, you stared at the two boys in complete silence. For a moment, they laughed, but soon their smiles began to fade out. Something about your look, your presence and even the way you chewed your gum was fucking scary.

“The fuck you lookin’ at?”, you asked angrily and the two boys just looked away, too afraid to say anything else. “Fuckin’ assholes”, you whispered to yourself as you walked to the balcony, where Euronymous was still staring at you, but this time with surprise.

You stopped right in front of him. The look on your face was serious, and he felt the urge to say something that would make your face twist in disgust. After all, it was his favorite thing to do.

“You sure you’re in the right place, cupcake?”, he jokes.

You just ignored his question.

“Listen, I need a dark fucking mindblowing death metal album or some shit like that, what do you have?”

“This is fucking Helvete. Everything here is metal”, he laughed and leaned on the balcony.

You sighed and rolled your eyes. “Okay, mister… whatever the fuck your name is…”

“Euronymous”, he added. “My name is Euronymous.”

You felt his friends around looking at you.

“Of course it is…”, you continued, feeling impatient to leave that place. “Look, I have a brother who’s into this…”, you gestured with your hands to the records around. “...type of shit and tomorrow is his birthday. I don’t know if your brain is rational enough to notice, but this is really not my thing, so I’m gonna need some help, okay?”, you gave him a sarcastic smile.

Euronymous liked it. The attitude, the way you were not threatened by anyone there at all. Shit, he even liked the lip gloss in your lips and he was far away from being a lip gloss admirer.

And he had no idea why he liked it.

“Alright”, he nodded, not taking his eyes away from you for even a second. “So, is he really into it or is he a poser?”

You had no idea what he was talking about. “You’re asking me if he’s a satanic freak who wants to burn down churches and eat priests for breakfast?”

“Wow, she’s fast”, he said with a smile and his friends laughed.

“Yes, he is.”

“Alright”, he said, disappearing behind the balcony to grab something.

He knew exactly what you needed. That is, if your friend was not a poser, of course. He grabbed his own band’s record and showed it to you.

You stared at the record and looked back at him. “Okay…”

“It’s my band.”

“This is weird”, you whispered to yourself and the guy in front of you gave you a smirk. “Whatever, how much for it?”

“If you give me your number, it’s for free.”

“That’s not happening, but I appreciate your trying.”

You paid for it as you watched one of his weird friends putting the record in a plastic bag. Euronymous made sure to take it from his friend's hand to give it to you himself and when you grabbed the bag, you felt his fingers touching your hand.

"Freak", you whispered to yourself and he laughed as you turned away to leave.

Euronymous wouldn't say it out loud but he even found himself thinking of you after that.

The second time he saw you, you were beating the shit out of a boy outside of a bar. The boy was on the ground already wrapped up in a ball.

"Fuckin' nazi!", you yelled as you kicked the guy on the stomach one last time.

Later, he found out that you were very good at beating the shit out of nazis.

As soon as you noticed Euronymous watching you sent him a deadly look. Euronymous would even be scared if he wasn't… well, himself. That was one thing you had in common, you two were not easily threatened.

"What do you want?", you asked.

"Nothing", he shrugged and grabbed a cigarette from his pocket, putting it between his lips.

He turned away for a second but soon he turned back to you, removing the cigarette from his lips and putting it back in his pocket. You stared at him curious to what he had to say and he thought to himself if he should really say it.

But you only live once, right?

"Can I buy you a drink?"

Euronymous felt nervous as he watched you thinking about it.

But it was only a drink, right?

So to his relief, you also shrugged and nodded.

You two walked in the bar and he did buy you not one, but two, three, four drinks. You found yourself laughing at one of his jokes at some point and you wondered if it was the alcohol or if you were actually enjoying his presence.

"So, why did you move here?", he asked with a smile. "I mean, it's not like this is a dream city."

"Well, I like it here", you said. "And also the rent is cheap."

He laughed, but didn't say anything. Then you realized he wasn't satisfied with your answer. He wanted to know why.

"I ran away", you answered honestly.

"What did you run away from?"

Maybe if it was anyone else, this would be the perfect moment for you to push them away like you always did. But it wasn't anyone, it was him. And you enjoyed talking to him.

"My family. I ran away from my family."

Euronymous nodded, knowing that there was a line that he couldn't cross yet. Of course, he could ask more. He wanted to, but more than that, he wanted you to do that by yourself.

"I get it", he said.

"Of course you do."

Euronymous looked at you, so you explained. "Look at you, all angry at the world."

"My family is pretty nice, actually."

This time you were the one feeling surprised.

"Really? So you're a family guy?", you asked. "Then why do you act like you hate everyone?"

He thought about it for a second.

"I can still hate everyone except for my family", he gave you a smirk.

You smiled. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was the fact that he had those big beautiful blue eyes, but you were mesmerized by how pretty he was.

"Do you hate me?", you whispered as you got closer to his face.

Euronymous stared at your lips. You were so different from him and he, for some reason, was loving it.

"No…", he whispered back.

He didn’t kiss you that night. You turned away before he could do that, distracted by a song playing in the background. You stood up from your chair and offered him your hand, asking him to dance with you. Euronymous hated that song and if it was anyone else asking him to dance, he would immediately decline and leave. But it wasn't anyone, it was you.

So he danced with you. The first minutes he had a frown on his face, but it faded away as soon as he saw you almost tripping on your own feet. He tried to hide his laugh as he held your waist, but you knew he was enjoying this more than he wanted to assume.

Soon, you two were dancing to songs that he swore to never dance to. Euronymous knew that if any of his friends saw him like that, they would probably lose all the respect they had towards him. But then again, he asked himself if he even cared.

And the truth was that he didn’t. He didn't care about anything else other than you at that moment.

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f1nalgirlz · 21 days

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least to most likely to have a mommy kink: Rory characters edition!

(not all characters, mostly ones i'm more familiar with to make a proper judgement, clearly i take my job seriously /j also this is purely my opinion and if you disagree that's totally fine :P) The demons in me couldn't rest until i wrote this so :}

Warnings: NSFW, use of mommy (duh), sub!Rory characters, dom!Reader (for the most part), explicit language

Least:

Kappa:

- to be honest i just don't see him being into the whole mommy situation...

- like sure he could be **kind of** submissive at times, but mommy just isn't rolling off the tongue for him.

R!Euro:

- honestly kinda similar to kappa in that, mommy isn't rolling of his tongue particularly easily HOWEVER

- he's definitely further up on the list because i definitely see him subbing easier than Kappa lmao

- he most likely wouldn't use something like 'mommy' though, R!Euro is a 'mistress' man and i'll stand by that (probably)

Ollie Sway:

- he's at this placement for way different reasons than the others lmao

- he'd be wayyyy too shy to bring it up to you despite it being something he could see himself liking

- and if YOU'RE the one too bring it up he's still too embarrassed to voice it's something he might like or be interested in

- would be the type to 'ew' his way out of it simply to avoid any perceived embarrassment about being submissive.

- would come around later (give it 2 days MAX) and admit his feelings when he felt comfortable enough.

- would be totally open to mommy or even other names after coming to terms with his own feelings towards it

Jack Thurlow:

- he would, but not for the same reasons as everyone else

- he has a crazy breeding kink & you cannot tell me otherwise!!

- when he calls you 'mommy' it's almost always condescending or laced with fake sympathy

- when he calls you mommy, it's because he's threatening to make you one

- fucking you so good and saying the filthiest shit ever in your ear with mock sympathy

- "you like that, hm? like it when i fuck you full of my cum? gonna make you a mommy."

(nearing most likely territory here)

Clyde:

- i was torn on who to put in this slot between Clyde and Charlie...

- it's not that Clyde WOULDN'T be into it, he'd just be hesitant

- he has absolutely no problems subbing, but the specific name threw him off a bit at first

- 'mommy' doesn't exactly roll off his tongue with ease regularly yk??

- HOWEVER ,,,

- once you get him pretty deep into subspace, it comes out a lot easier.

- if you're fucking him really good 'mommy' just slips out so easily, he's just not thinking about anything other than how mommy is making him feel in the moment :(((

- the first time he moaned it out, you hardly heard him, it was so soft and quiet.

Charlie Walker:

- he definitely wouldn't be the one to bring it up first but... come on.

- he'd probably be a lil embarrassed about it and it might take quite a bit of encouragement to get him over that little bump of embarrassment

- but after that he *loves* it, not that he'd actually say that.

- he's more of a show how you feel than say it kinda guy.

- surely willing to be such a good boy for mommy <3

- he's literally obsessed with you and would do *anything* for you anyways.

Danny Cooper:

- DUHH !!!!! the subbiest sub to ever sub, you guys

- he's the one who brought it up, extremely shyly i'll add

- once it's been discussed and in action, he's not shy at all though. he's definitely not too shy to moan out for mommy to his hearts content <33

- he thoroughly enjoys calling you mommy, he loves belonging to mommy,

- ESPECIALLY when he's being reminded of how he belongs to mommy !!!

- he adores being mommy's good boy and he is a good boy. the best even.

- when you're fucking him so good he's just a drooly teary eyed mess, and you compliment him, "mommy's baby is so pretty"

- he might just cum on the spot :'))

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lustkillers · 4 months

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｡ﾟ･ ୨୧ me and the devil.

⊹₊ ⋆ summary. - you've devoted your life to the man above, the one you call your savior. you resisted the temptation of man, yet there was this void that needed to be filled. perhaps the devil you call 'jack' can fill that very void.

⊹₊ ⋆ pairing - jack thurlow x fem!reader

✶ c.w. - nsfw, dom!jack, sub!reader, religious!reader, ooc jack? reader is described wearing a dress, p in v, couch sex, corruption kink, virginity loss, religious imagery, slight sadism, creampie, overstimulation, humiliation, fingering, degradation, exhibitionism? (let me know if i missed anything!)

⊹₊ ⋆ note - happy new years from me to you! enjoy the start of 2024 with a couple of fics/blurbs or however you wanna call them! love u all <3

a silver, dainty cross sat on top of your chest as you typed away on the computer across the broken cubicle of the man you called the devil.

jack thurlow was his name, and you were punished by god himself for the sins you've done when you were younger. now, it caught up to you, and you hated it. what sucked more was that the border between his cubicle and yours was torn down, so every time you looked up, his face would be there. you knew that hate was a strong word, but you had to say it. you had to say:

"i hate you." you mumbled, a stern look on your face. but that look only looked stupid in jack's eyes. he thought it was a pathetic attempt in trying to stand your ground, and it only fueled you more.

he only raised an eyebrow, looking at you with the same monotone look he always had. “you tell me that every day.” he replied, making you grip the bottom of your pretty white dress in anger.

"i swear to—"

"who are you swearing to, huh?" he cut you off, making you whimper a little in response.

that shut you up immediately, making you fiddle with the ends of your dress. as much as you didn’t want to talk back, jack was making it harder and harder. he knew how to push your buttons, and wasn’t afraid to do so. he’d always have this one goal: to break you.

you were the office's 'pretty little thing,' a running "joke" that the men in the office would partake in. they would talk about how "innocent" and god ridden you were, and they all wanted to corrupt your innocence, your faith. jack had never partook in such activities, let alone ever converse with the men in the office, except for when his coworkers would ask if he'd like a cup of coffee, he'd always decline.

"answer me." he pushed the subject on you, and just as you were deciding what to say, the clock hit eight pm. you only sent him a soft smile, your plump, pink lips curving upwards.

you fluttered your eyelashes at him, tilting your head. "have a good night, jack!" you were packing all your stuff, your breasts bouncing a bit, making the cross necklace that sat on your chest move along. that alone made his eyes avert to your breasts, eying the way they move.

he had thought how you were a woman of god, yet wearing skimpy clothing that made everyone at the office have a hard-on. just how naive were you?

however, it was also time for jack to clock out as well, him falling along. the rain outside poured harder, and he was trailing behind you as you exited the building, your dress hiking up every step in your walk. he stared for quite sometime, before being broken out of his thoughts.

"i'd hate to be a bother, but could you drive me home, jack?" you asked so sweetly, it was almost intoxicating to him. he wanted to say 'no' so bad, yet something about you captivated him. it was a sick feeling in his heart, watching as you stood there so innocently, holding a pretty pink umbrella.

he stared at you for a few seconds, before letting out a sigh. "sure."

☆

he didn't know how he ended up here, but he was now in your apartment, photo frames of you and your family spread along the wall, including statues and photo frames of god. the last supper was hung on top of the kitchen frame, facing the dining table, which only had five chairs surrounding the rectangular table.

you were babbling about your home and god, but that was all white noise. your babbling was just nonsense to him until you had said that you'd never had virginity taken. a bit tmi, but you said it so casually.

"you've never had a boyfriend?" he blurted out, making you stop talking.

"i never said that," you replied, your doe eyes looking into his blank ones. "i said that i never had sex." the word sex made you cringe, but you had to state your point.

"how come?" he inquired, a bunch of thoughts swarming his head, and they were not pure ones.

a moment of silence exchanged between them, before you quietly spoke up. "i'm saving myself for marriage." ah, the classic response. yet, it boggled him. he knew that you were a naive and kind girl, but never realized how dedicated you could be. "i want to make sure that my first time is meaningful with the person i'm going to spend the rest of my life with."

he slowly tilted his head, "but aren't you curious?" he inched towards you, making you stand there, your face slightly burning.

"e-excuse me?" you questioned. you knew exactly what he was talking about, and you were curious. but you knew where your loyalties lied, with the man upstairs.

he let out a scoff, "don't act stupid. you're not five years old. you know exactly what i'm talking about."

you felt your core pulse with eagerness, and it hurt. a strange sensation pooled between your thighs, and your breathing quickly increasing with every step he took towards you. maybe you would risk faith for him.

he placed his calloused hand on your hips, tracing down to your ass, making you jump from his touch. he left goosebumps all around your arms, your pupils dilating by the second. he had this effect on you, and you hated it. you hated how the sacred photos were staring you both at this very moment.

within seconds, his lips collided with yours, making you yelp. you automatically melted into his touch, your knees buckling at the moment. his kisses were harsh, and you couldn't keep up with it.

as he kissed you, his hands traveled to your soaked panties, a whimper escaping your lips, followed by a gasp. "jack..." you breathlessly sighed, your hand on his wrist, but not stopping him.

his rough hands pushed you lightly onto the couch, him hovering above you. jack's hand pulled your panties to the side, his hands covered with your slick. his thumb rubbed your clit, jolting your body upwards, closing your thighs together.

"oh, please! jack!" you cried out, the feeling twisting knobs in your stomach.

he pulled your thighs apart, slapping the inside of your right thigh. "don't." he whispered, his lips millimeters away from yours.

his fingers plunged into your soaking cunt, making you squeal at the uncomfortableness that plowed inside of you. he went at a medium to fast pace, the uncomfortableness turning into moments of pleasure, but it made you squirm away, the feeling too much.

"aw," he cooed, "what? can't take my fingers?" he mocked, holding your thighs apart. you cried out, feeling the knot in your stomach slowly coming undone.

"please, please, please, jack!" you moaned out, "i need to- i need to-"

you didn’t know what was happening, but your thighs shook and you were seeing white. before you knew it, you came undone by his fingers.

the feeling of you tightening on his fingers made his cock twitch, straining against the fabric of his jeans. he was painfully hard, and he needed to fill you. his pants were unzipped and his cock was free from the blockage of fabric. his cock prodded at your entrance, making you look down with eyes slightly widened.

"no, no, no... that won't fit..." you whispered, scared of his cock inside your tight walls.

jack looked up at the cross hung up in front of the couch, letting out a cocky smile. "i think god will let it fit, don't you?"

you hummed in response, but eventually nodded.

he entered your wet, tight cunt, groaning at the feeling of your walls squeezing around him. you let out a wail, the pain searing at your core. he was still inside, letting you adjust to his cock. "you ready f'me, hun?"

you nodded, quietly hissing as he pulled out and plunged back in. it was repeated thrusts over and over again, your pain soon turning into pleasure. he laughed to himself over the fact that you were so in touch with god, yet committing an act of blasphemy in front of him.

you let out whines and moans, the cross between your chest bouncing up and down from the thrusts. you clawed at his chest as he pounded into you, over and over again.

"look at you," he leaned up against your ear, "getting fucked in front of god." his words sent you into a spiral, drawing you closer to the edge. you moaned at his words, but you wished you didn't. it was all so wrong... but it felt so right.

tears welled up in your eyes as the euphoric feeling happened again, "i-it's happening again, jack! oh, please..." you whimpered, your legs trembling again.

"cum for me. cum for your god." he groaned out, cumming into your wet cunt. the feeling made your stomach feel full, a whine drawing from your lips as he pulled out, watching the white fluid drip down your pussy and onto the black couch.

you were definitely going to repent for your sins.

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #rory culkin x reader #jack thurlow #jack goes home #rory culkin x y/n #smut #jack thurlow x reader #im going to hell

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gh0stsp1d3r · 5 months

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jus had a thought in the middle of class (I should really be studying for finals buttttt…) 18+ mdni

Jack thurlow w a breeding kink. The second he hears the words that you want a baby, that man is giving one to you right then and there.

He’s pounding into your ruthlessly, clothes long forgotten on the floor as you claw at his back, leaving long red marks.

The sounds coming from his mouth are beautiful. His moans and his groans, the way he talks to you about how much he wants this. How much he loves you.

He is mesmerized by you, when his cum shoots into your womb. And he doesn’t care how much tries it takes, he will do it over and over again until that test shows those 2 lines.

girl I should rlly get to studying for finals, bye 😭

#jack thurlow x reader #jack thurlow #rory culkin x y/n #rory culkin x you #rory culkin x reader #rory culkin smut #jack thurlow smut #rory culkin

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daltonsgirl69 · 11 months

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Scott Bartlett or Jack Thurlowe smut maybe?

OKOK IMA WRITE ONE ABOUT JACK THURLOWE😛😛

A/n hey everyone this is the jack x y/n that was requested i hope you guys liked it its my first time writing actually smut i tried my best and lemme know if your interested in a part two..

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“Best friends”

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warnings: 18+, kissing,fingering, dom! jack, praising and degrading, mention of death, the feeling of being insane, hallucinating, and drug use. if im missing any let me know!

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You and Jack have been close friends for a few years you guys had an instant connection bonding over the same interests and opinions and you felt like you could talk about anything with him.

You received a call from him and he said in the most nonchalant way

“yeah my dad died today”

“holy fucking shit are you okay what the fuck”

“I'm fine but can you come to stay with me at my mom's I don't wanna do this alone”

you had agreed and you guys traveled to Colorado. this house had always creeped you out and so did his mom. You hadn’t seen her yet you figured she was just hiding in her room. You look over to Jack having a conversation with someone who wasn’t there and this wasn’t the only time this has happened but you shrugged and thought it's his way of coping with his dad's death But it was still odd but you didn't wanna ask him about it.

Later that night you and Jack we sitting on the floor in his room completely stoned out of your minds you were talking about nonsense and laughing so hard you almost pissed yourself.

Everything had become quiet and peaceful but the energy shifted very quickly. You look over at him.

“hey jack”

“yes y/n?” you take a deep breath as you get up and walk over to him. “stand up” he followed your instruction and got up. he stood in front of you he had such beautiful eyes almost staring into your soul but in a good way. You just looked at each other your breaths becoming in the sink and the air around you started to become suffocating .

You stepped closer to him all these impulsive thoughts running through your head you wanted to kiss him. No, you needed to kiss him. For a long time, you have thought about your best friend in such explicit ways.

You always wondered what it would feel like to have his hands on you what it would feel like to kiss him and have him in you just the thought of it sent shock waved through your entire body.

You never told him you felt this way but you hoped he felt the same. He came closer to you we were inches from your face. He looked at your lips and back to your eyes. Without saying anything he kissed you. you kissed back and within moments the kiss grew sloppier.

You guys had backed up onto his bed. Him on top of you he had stopped kissing you and started kissing your neck and down your chest leaving hickeys he was marking you as his. you let a whimper leave your lips and this made Jack smile and gain more confidence he asked if he could take off your shirt so you sat up and took off your shirt and he helped you unbuckle your bra.

He looks in shock “Wow” this made you giggle as he starts kissing you again and then down your body stopping at the waistband of your shorts.

he looks back up at you and goes to take off his shirt getting stuck and you have to help him you giggle finding this cute and he blushes in embarrassment

“you are such a dork jack” you giggle

“oh, hush y/n do you want me to continue or not hm?”

you stopped giggling “well go on im waitingggg”

you smile and he went back to your shorts sliding them down and off your legs and does the same with your panties. his hands travel back up your legs spreading them so he can get a clear view of your wet pussy. “I've barely touched you and you're already so wet for me?” he cooed at you.

He slowly kissed your inner thigh going up to your aching pussy. He teased you by lightly kissing and licking your clit.

a whimper left your mouth you tried to keep quiet and Jack smiled at this.

“your pathetic noises are so cute y/n there is so need to be quiet” he went back to giving you pussy attention. He dipped his fingers in and this new feeling sent shockwaves through your body making you let out a pathetic moan.

he was rubbing circles on your clit while still pumping his fingers hitting your g spot almost every time.

“you're doing so good for me y/n such a good little slut”

“oh fuck” you whimpered out

he continued as you felt a knot in your stomach grow and you feel your climax approaching.

“Please Jack” you could barely say while your breathing was getting heavier and you becoming such a moaning mess for your best friend.

“god who knew my best friend was such a pathetic slut” he sped up his movements and his fingers hitting your g spot with a little more force you feel your walls start to contract around his fingers as you start to reach your climax. You moaned his name.

“cum for me beautiful cmon I know you want to” At this you felt the world around you collapse as you reached your climax you were practically screaming his name. he pulled his fingers out bringing them to his lips and licking them.

“holy fucking shit,” you say trying to catch your breath”

“All that noise from just me using my fingers? Pathetic.”

he stands up and you noticed the bulge in his sweatpants.

“you want some help with that?” you look up at him.

#jack thurlowe #rory culkin #i need him #jack thurlowe x y/n #rory culkin is so fine #husband #rory is so fine #smut

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voxmortuus · 10 months

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Another Consideration Rory Culkin Character Masterlist

Okay... so I've got another ambition, and I don't know how well this one will take off.... But it's been a consideration. Taking on the characters of the fantablous Rory Culkin and his LUXURIOUS head of hair! Now my current WIP's are cursing at me but I mean come on! Right?! RIGHT?! Branching out, grasping for a hopeful fandom... anywho, just putting it out there, you want a fic for him... don't hesitate to send it in. I'll write it.

#rory culkin #rory culkin gif #rory culkin fanfic #rory culkin fic #rory culkin x reader #rory culkin x y/n #rory culkin smut #rory culkin x f!reader #lords of chaos #Euronymous #euronymous x reader #jack goes home #jack thurlowe #Jack Thurlowe x reader #Charlie Walker #scream 4 #charlie walker x reader #more characters of rory culkin #voxmortuus

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444rockstargf · 28 days

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𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒓!𝒋𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔...

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: female!reader x college professor!jack thurlow

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 712

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: reader is legal adult, jack is in his mid-30s, flirting, teasing, mention of handjob, sexual innuendos

the loud shriek of the afternoon dismissal bell broke you out of your obscure train of thoughts. your head lifted from the cold table, standing up from your chair and hurriedly shoving all your books into your bag. “y/n, i would like to see you at my desk for a moment.” halfway through the door, you stopped in your tracks. oh shit. this was the third time this week that you’d been called to stand in mr. thurlow’s presence. but it was as if he got a sick thrill out of keeping you on your toes.

you shuffled your way over to his cluttered desk in the corner of the room. you stood a good two feet away from him, marking sure to keep your distance as he swiveled around in his chair and glanced up at you through the lenses of his charming glasses as he typed away on his century old computer, his hungry eyes now leering at your body in your misfitting uniform skirt and blazer. it wasn’t your fault that the school board always “accidentally” sent you the wrong size.

“good, please have a seat.” you swallowed hard, palms already going clammy. “o-on what, sir..?” he looked over at you, seeing the problem.he gave a forced laugh, shifting a few inches in his seat. “silly me. here, we can share this one.” you felt obliged to do what he said, even though he phrased it as a suggestion. you sat down with him, his thigh pressing into your bare leg.

you felt that familiar molten in your gut as you breathed in his intoxicating scent of aged wood and musk. his low voice that had a slight rasp brought your attention back. “i’m sure you know why i’ve called you.” during your lunch break, he had caught you giving another student a “handy” in the janitor’s closet. you knew what you did, but playing dumb seemed to work for you.

he turned slightly so he was directly facing you, he hand strategically gripping your thigh and placing it on top of his own. “i-i’m sorry for falling asleep in class, mr. thurlow. i was just having so much trouble with the research paper you assigned yesterday and-” he held out a hand, shutting you up immediately. “don’t bullshit me, dear.” his words were said with such authority that you felt your spine straighten.

“you and i both know what i’m talking about.” you hadn’t even noticed his arm slithering around your waist, pulling you closer to him to stop you from falling off the seat. he cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably. “while i am aware that you are a young woman, free to go about and do whatever she may please,” he brought a finger to your chin, making you look up at him. “i know you are a very smart girl. and none of the pretentious boys at this school are worthy of your attention…” his hand began to trail down, caressing your hips. “...nor your touch.”

he was hypnotizing you with his words. you felt your stomach churn with desire as you took in every detail of him, the single bolt of white in this chestnut brown hair in his bun signifying that he was a much more experienced adult than you were. he took off his glasses, folding them and hooking them into the convenient opening in his shirt.

he pulled you off of the seat, hands on your waist as he brought his face leveled to your stomach. “i’m just a concerned teacher looking out for my favourite student.” he nearly had you sitting on his lap, your core begging for an end to the torture he was putting you through. he began to bring your hips down onto his parted thighs ever so slowly, your heavy breathing syncing with his.

when you were low enough, he brought his lips to the cave of your ear. “i expect to see you tomorrow afternoon at your lunch break. then we can tackle this complicated assignment together. how’s that sound?” he winked, making you nod as a smile spread across your lips. he grinned, “excellent… i look forward to it.” he gave you a pat on the ass, bringing his chair back in front of his computer and typing away once again, stealing glances at your body from behind as you walked away.

#444rockstargf #rory culkin #rory culkin smut #smut #jack thurlow #jack goes home #jack thurlow smut #jack thurlow x reader #rory culkin x reader #jack goes home smut #x black reader #x black fem reader #black reader #black tumblr #liv drabbles. ⋆⭒˚.⋆⚝

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slasher-key · 11 months

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I’m Right Here (Jack Thurlowe)

Pairing: Jack Thurlowe x GN!!Reader

Warnings: 420 friendly, profanity of course

You and Jack have been friends for a while now you met him through Shanda. When Jack comes back to town after his parent’s death he starts to fall apart which leads to you and Shanda worrying about him all the time . But this time Shanda went on a date with Crystal and she isn’t very close she can’t make it to jack. But you live down the street from Jack’s old house and decided to go and help him.

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“Y/n can you please go check up on Jack? I’m on a date with Crystal right now, and he hasn’t answered my calls.” Jack has been having a pretty hard time since his parents passed, He says he’s fine but we can see right past it. Shanda and I have been trying our best to be there for him, but when you suddenly loose people that you love it can change you. “Yeah of course I can.” I reply, quickly hanging up on Shanda and getting myself together.

I make it to Jacks house in less than 5 minutes. Banging on the door I yell his name. It takes me a couple more knocks and yells of his name, until I realize that the door is unlocked. I walk into the house locking the door behind me. I call for him and there is no response, I run upstairs toward his room. Bursting through the door. Jack jumps up from his bed with a scared look on his face. “what the hell y/n” He says, looking at me as if I was crazy. “Shanda was worried about you. You weren’t answering your phone, and then I was worried because you didn’t answer the door, why didn’t you answer the door?.” I ask, rambling breathlessly from running up the stairs. “Well I’m fine okay, you both can calm the fuck down now. And I was listening to music I couldn’t hear the door.” He replies. I let out a loud sigh releasing all of the stress. I flop onto Jack’s bed staring at the ceiling. “You know you both don’t have to worry about me so much, right?” He asks, starting to roll up a blunt. “I know, but we just want to make sure you’re okay. You have been acting like what happened didn’t happen.” I reply, sitting up on the bed. “Well I’m fine so stop treating me like a child.” He finishes rolling and looks over to me. “So you wanna continue to finish worrying, or you wanna help me smoke this?” He asks. I playfully snatch the blunt from his hand, and pulling out a lighter.

Jack and I lay on his bed for what felt like hours, high off our asses. We lied there in comfortable silence for a while until Jack broke it. “Y/n what would I do without you?” He asks, it was more of a statement than a question. “I don’t know, Jack you tell me” I replied, laughing a little waiting for his reply. “I would only have one friend left.” he replies, slightly chuckling at his joke. “Oh fuck off, you know you love me Jack.” “Yeah I do” The room goes silent once again.

“Jack you know I’ll always be here for you right?” I ask breaking the silence between us. “Can you not blow my high with your lovey dovey shit?” he replies. “Oh fuck off, weren’t you the one that just said that corny ass “yes I do” line after I said you love me?” I replied, throwing a pillow at him. “ well probably because I do love you, but we don’t have to keep saying it.” he says, “okay fine we can love each other in silence.” I reply, laying my head on his shoulder. He gives me a small kiss on my head before we both doze off in his bed.

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This one is a little short but, I hope you enjoy. Thank You for reading <3 <3 <3

#rory culkin #rory culkin fanfic #rory culkin imagine #rory culkin oneshot #rory culkin x reader #jack goes home #jackthrulowe #jack thurlowe x reader

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thatsthewrongwallcraig · 10 months

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Lunch Break

Summary: You give your man a naughty call during your lunch break.

Pairing: Jack Thurlow x fem!Reader

Word Count: ~1.3k

Content Warnings: Pure Smut Bomb 18+!, Heavy On The Mommy Kink Again, Petnames, Phone Sex, Two Horny Idiots Being In Love, Mutual Masturbation, Public Masturbation (Ma'am, this is a KFC parking lot…🤨), Edging, Orgasm Denial, Crying, Praise Kink

A/N: Ofc, this is for all of you but specifically for @crypticsewerslut . Thank you so much for taking the time analyzing my birth chart🖤🖤

Tagging the horny horde:

@quicksilversg1rl @alalalaaallaaalaaa @bvg-w1res @milsthouqhts @amayalul @roryculkinsbf @roryculkinsgf @spookyorchid @arch1viste

When I say kinky I don't mean curls

When I say give me, I mean the world

When I say baby you bite your lip

I know exactly where you get your kicks

-Mommy Issues by Cloudy June

With the screen of your phone pressed closely to your face the dial tone filled your ear yet again.

"C'mon, pick up, Jack." You groaned under your breath, your hand flat against your stomach as you shoved your fingers past the waistband of your yoga pants, down to your slip.

Your eyes searched the broad parking lot with care, scanning the concrete premises for other people, possibly coming a bit too close to your car that was parked in the corner, far enough from the busy entrance of a goddamn KFC of all places.

"Thurlow?" His voice sounded through the speaker.

"Hey, babe, are you editing right now?" You asked, breathing a bit shakily.

"Oh, hi! Yeah, the deadline is actually giving me a headache by now. But what's up with you?" The sound of the mouse clicking in the background audible as he asked.

"Do you want straight facts?"

"Hit me with 'em, love." He chuckled at the other end of the line, absolutely innocent and severely unprepared for what was about to come.

"Okay, so, I might just be sitting in my car on my lunch break, parked in a KFC parking lot while I'm fucking horny." It cascaded out of your mouth in a wash of words.

"Fuck…", Jack inhaled sharply, "What are we gonna do about that, mommy?"

The word hit you exactly where he wanted it to and he knew.

"Fuck, indeed.", You subconsciously sucked your bottom lip between your teeth, "I thought, maybe, you could be a good boy for me and help me out with that if you're feeling like it."

"Oh, absolutely, any time, you know that. How can I be a good boy for you right now?" He asked, leaning back in his office chair that was softly creaking in the background.

"You have no idea how much I want to touch you right now if I just could, Jack." You rambled, closing your eyes and fully committing to the situation, the tips of your fingers slipping past the fabric of your panties, "How about you take a little break from editing and touch yourself a bit while telling me what you'd want me to do to you?"

"Damn, mommy. You know how nervous and embarrassed I get about that. Really?" His voice turned breathy, a little tremble in his tone indicating him getting indeed flustered about it.

"I know you can do it, babe. Don't be shy and tell mommy how you want her to touch you." A low moan escaped your mouth as your fingers parted your wet folds in a gentle stroke, working towards your throbbing clit before you slowly started to finger-fuck yourself.

"Okay, I-I'll try to, hold on." Jack's hand reached down to unbutton his jeans, shakily pulling down the zipper and snaking his fingers down his shorts.

At touching himself, a low hiss fell from his lips that went right through you as you imagined how he sat in front of his desktop, leaning back in his chair and jerking himself off while trying to come up with whole sentences.

"Fuck…", Jack whimpered into the mic as he wrapped his hand around his twitching, hard cock, stroking himself gently, "I…I'd like you to kiss me, maybe bite into my neck a little."

"That's cute. What else, babe?" A wide smile played around your mouth whilst you slid down in the driver's seat, slowly but steadily letting go of your slightly anxious composure.

"Please, you know I can't." He sighed with a whiny voice.

"C'mon, I'm sure you can, Jack, use your big boy words for me." You choked back a moan drawing tight circles around your clit.

"Good god.", He groaned a little desperate, "I'd ask you if I could eat you out, mommy. You know how much I love to worship your pretty pussy."

"See? You're such a good boy for me right now. Was it really that hard?" Your imagination was filled with picturing Jack, his cheeks flushed with red in embarrassment.

"Yes, actually." He mewled into the mic and it made you laugh out a little.

"You're so cute when you are all embarrassed and needy, Jack. Now go on." By now it got gradually harder to form a coherent thought, the tightening coil of arousal in your body drawing in all the attention.

"You're mean, mommy." Jack sniffled, the shame and embarrassment being just too much, causing tears to form on the corners of his eyes.

"I know, babe, I know and I'm sorry but I'm so sure that you can push through that, don't you?" Your voice was soft, trying to calm him down, talking him through this a little.

"I don't know. It's so embarrassing." Jack tried to hold back the tears but it was to no use, they ran down his flushed cheeks in a thin, hot stream.

"Just a tiny little bit more for me, okay? I'm almost there…" You gently tried to push him past this limit, knowing that you'd give him all the kisses and aftercare in the world the second you ended your workday.

"O-Okay…I…I..", His breathing hitched as you heard how he picked up the pace, fitting his cock faster and harder, "I want you to fuck me so so bad, mommy."

"I will, babe. You're doing so good, I'm so proud of you…oh, fuck!" In an explosive rush of bliss your brain short-circuited and a deep moan echoed through the inside of your car as you came with your hand down your yoga pants.

Trying to hold down your convulsing composure, you pushed your back into the seat, breathing heavily.

"Stop." You stated bluntly into the phone.

"What?!?" Jack whimpered in confusion.

"I want you to stop, Jack. You're not going to cum now." You slowly pulled your hand back and wiped your fingers on the fabric of the seat.

"No, please, please, mommy. Pretty please." He begged and yet you heard how he let go of his cock, the pre-cum covered tip slapping against his stomach with a wet thud.

"I know, I know but I want you to keep that hard on until I get off work, babe. I want you to edge yourself until I'm back home and then I'm gonna ride you on that office chair until we both are sore. I promise." With that you pulled the phone from your ear and ended the call.

Still trying to catch your breath, you looked at the clock and noticed that you had to get back to work right about now. You were running late already.

#rory culkin #jack thurlow x reader #jack thurlow smut #jack thurlow × you #jack thurlow x fem!reader #jack thurlow #jack goes home

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poor-dead-birds · 8 months

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I fuck 'cause I need to

I fuck when I want

I'll fuck you in love

Even though it is not

I'll fucking digest you

One kiss at a time

You wish I was yours

And I hope that you're mine

No Hide... All Seek...

Pairing: Jack Thurlow X fem!reader

Warnings: Vouyer!Jack, Exhibitionisnt!Reader, masturbation, smut, cursing

Word Count: ?

Summary: Songfic prompt thought of because of "Lurk" by The Neighborhood. Jack has been home for a week and made friends with his neighbor, Y/N. She knows what he does from his window while he smokes... no matter how sneaky he tries to be. But how much of a show will she put on?

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It was getting late and Jack knew it, but his mind was running a million miles a minute being back in this old house. Day 7 was coming to a close and the only good thing to come of the week was meeting Y/N, the girl next door who brought over food along with condolences that Jack wasn't at all in the mood for, but he accepted them because she made his heart race from the moment he saw her. The way she seemed to waltz across the yard in nothing more than a sundress and maybe shoes if she felt like it that day, always carrying a plate of something her mother had made and insisted Jack at least try so he wouldn't starve.

Jack found himself at his window, taking drags of his cigarette as he ran his hand through his perfectly tousled brunette hair. He watched as her bedroom light flicked on, his eyes darting to the alarm clock on his desk... 11:32pm... 'what is she doing up?' He thought to himself as his gaze went back to Y\N window. She had pulled her blinds up, exposing a lamp lit room still stuck in it's teens much like Jack's. He snubbed out his cigarette and moved his body to the corner of the window, hoping she wouldn't catch him watching, the thoughts in his head turning more into dirty fantasies as he wondered what she was doing over there. He felt his boxers start tightening, his loose pajama pants now pressing against his stiffening cock. Jack lets out a long sigh as his palm brushes over the restricting cloth, contemplating if he should stroke his cock until the ache goes away.

Y/N had planned this all day. She knew Jack would be up, she knew he'd be perched at his window, little if any light in his room. She wanted him to watch her like she was his personal little showgirl. Just as Jack began to give up hope on seeing her, Y/N appeared in her window frame wearing only a towel barely long enough to cover her beautiful ass and secured only by a corner tucked in. Jack wished it would fall... fuck... he couldn't take it anymore! Y/N wet hair hung down her back, the water seeped into the towel she wore, the only cover she had from Jack's prying eyes... her way of teasing him as she thought about him fisting the length of his cock to her body. She bent over to reach for her brush, exposing her pussy... This sent Jack reeling as he fumbled with the drawstring on his pants and next the elastic of his boxers waistband.

Jack began to stroke himself, starting nice and slow using the precum that had dripped out of his now throbbing cock. Small whines left his lips as he kept watching Y/N, wishing he was inside her. Thinking of how badly he wanted to dig his fingertips into her hips as he bent her over and fucked her into her mattress, watching her grip at the sheets as muffled moans spilled from her pretty little lips. As he was lost in thought, eyes rolling to the back of his head he missed the moment Y/N dropped her towel, her whole body now on display for him. He watched as she started to lotion her body, her tits bouncing softly as she groped them with lotioned palms. Jack was loosing control of himself now. Stroking his cock harder and faster, so close to the edge that his body was on fire. "Ah, fuck! Please... Y/N... please... just... fuck!..." Jack groaned through gritted teeth as he tried to keep his eyes on her. Her hands had moved down her body, now done with the lotion, she feigned touching herself, fingers ghosting over her clit as she pulled on a pair of lace panties. Her show was almost over and poor Jack only had seconds left before his orgasm shot pleasure through his whole body.

Y/N pulled a tight tank top over her chest, nipples still hard and peeking through. Lowering her blinds slowly and flipping off the lamp, a smile crept across her face. She was satisfied and it was time for bed. Jack gripped hard at the frame of his window, his knuckles turning white as his strokes became erratic, cum covering the palm of his hand as his whole body shuddered. Panting and coming down from his high, he flipped his hair out of his face with his clean hand and went to clean himself up so he too could lay down in bed.

He knew tomorrow that he desperately needed to go talk to Y/N. Maybe if it couldn't be her mattress... it could be his.

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A/N: first fic for Jack so if it's absolutely terrible I'm sorry! Written out of boredom. Requests open! 🖤

#Spotify #rory culkin smut #rory culkin #jack thurlow #jack goes home #18+ content #culkin cult

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angelsanarchy · 4 months

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Glass Houses- Jack Thurlow x Y/n Series

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 22 - 23 - 24 - 25 - 26 - 27 - 28 - 29 - 30 - 31 - 32 - 33 - 34 - 35 - 36 - 37 - 38

WORK IN PROGRESS

#Jack Thurlow #Jack Goes Home #Jack Thurlow x Y/n #Glass Houses #Glass Houses Series #One Shot Series #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult

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insxghtt · 9 months

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(i am obsessed with this man.)

boyfriend!jack thurlow x reader

After everything that happened to him, he would be very insecure about meeting other people. so, when you first moved to the house next door, he wasn't the most friendly neighbor.

You heard some people from the neighborhood talking about him, saying that he was not the most stable person. That was a lie, Jack was doing so much better after being in a hospital for months. He was still depressed, but he was a normal person and he wished people could stop staring at him with pity all the time.

And, well, you did that. So when you went outside to smoke a cigarette and noticed him doing the same thing not so distant from you, you didn't turn away or acted weird. You just shook your head as a "hi", and gave him a soft smile.

Jack was mesmerized and he didn't even know why. Maybe he just forgot how it felt to be treated as a normal guy.

So he nodded back at you.

Even though he didn't retribute the smile, it was clear through his expressions that he was not bothered by your presence.

So a few weeks went by and that was all the interaction you had with him. It was weird, but nice. You would stand outside next to each other in silence as you smoked your cigarettes.

Finally, one day, he decided to say something.

"Sorry, i don't think i ever asked your name", he said.

You looked at him and he felt scared for a second, wondering if he had frightened you.

"No, you didn't", you said. and finally, you told him your name.

He repeated it to himself and nodded, making sure that he wouldn't forget.

"That's a nice name", he smiled and there was silence for a few seconds. "I'm Jack."

"I know who you are, Jack."

Your words made him insecure. What if the neighbors told you about how weird and scary he was?

"Your friend is always yelling your name at the door because she always forgets the keys", you explained and Jack sighed in relief.

"Shanda…", he whispered.

His childhood best friend had the keys to his house because she wanted to check on him at least once a day since he got out of the hospital.

But Shanda didn't have the best memory, maybe because of all the weed she smoked.

Having a conversation with you was easy after that. Every day you would get to know him a little bit more.

When he told you about his story, he was surprised you didn't treat him differently.

"We all have our demons, don't we?". Jack smiled at your comment.

When he first asked you on a date, he was so nervous and felt like he was ruining your friendship. He had invited you to have dinner with him at his house, but he burned the food and had to order pizza instead.

You laughed about it and he felt an immediate relief.

You two talked for hours and hours and at the end of the night you asked him what you've been wanting to ask for a good while.

"So… are you going to kiss me or what?"

Jack stared at you for a second and then smiled at your confidence.

And he kissed you. After that, he kissed you again and again.

Until you two were basically living together but none of you called it a relationship.

One day you were watching TV on your couch and he walked out of the bathroom after taking a shower with the towel wrapped around his waist.

You looked at him finally realizing that that became a routine.

"Hey Jack, are we like… boyfriend and girlfriend?", you asked.

Jack was suddenly frozen, the reality had finally hit him.

But surprisingly, he didn't feel scared. He liked it. It sounded natural and even beautiful to call you his girlfriend.

"I guess…", he looked at you afraid that you would leave him. "I mean, if that's okay with you. Is it okay?", he almost stuttered.

"Yes. I like that", you nodded.

And obviously, Jack kept you awake all night making sure to show you how happy he was to call you his girlfriend.

Jack was not very good at expressing his feelings. Sometimes, very rarely, you two had arguments. They were mostly about how hard it was for him to share his thoughts over anything.

Not that he was rude, but sometimes instead of telling you the things that bothered him he would just be quiet and it made you confused and anxious.

It happened every time you tried to drag him to a friend's birthday party, for example. He hated places filled with people, but he wouldn't say that to you. He was just weird all night.

"You have to talk to me, Jack! I can't read your fucking mind, what am i supposed to do?"

"Why do you want me to explain every fucking thing that i feel to you?", he snapped.

But as soon as he saw the look on your face, he immediately regretted his words.

It was hard for him to say "I'm sorry", so he just sighed and held your hand, saying "i love you" instead.

You knew he was doing his best, but you needed words. You needed him to open up like you always did.

So, he hugged you and hid his face on the curve of your neck, finally whispering against your skin: "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, you're right."

He was genuine. Jack was not the type of guy to just say things without actually meaning it. He never once apologized just to calm you down or to just move on from the subject. He was actually genuine about everything. Sometimes, he was so honest that it would hurt, but at least you knew that he would never lie to you.

He really did his best to be with you. He wanted to make you feel good because he was aware of how precious you were. so, every week he would go to therapy to make sure that he was being the best version of himself, not only for you but also for him.

Jack wouldn't be the type of guy to propose to you on a fancy dinner. No, he would do that in the middle of the night, after you two were absolutely exhausted from work. He would just look at you, with no ring and no flowers, and decide that you were the one that he wanted to be with for the rest of his life.

"I wanna marry you", Jack said and you stared at him in shock.

"What?"

"I want to marry you", he repeated and you smiled.

"Alright", you whispered. "Well, that's really ironic because I actually wanna marry you too."

Jack kept staring at your eyes and then brought his attention back to your lips.

"Good", he nodded.

"Alright, we can get married then", you opened a big, beautiful smile and he didn't say it, but he felt like he was in heaven.

Jack would never understand why you chose him. He was broken, imperfect and confusing. But he was glad that you did and he hoped that even with all his flaws, you'd continue to choose him.

#writers on tumblr #in my rory culkin era #rory culkin fanfic #rory culkin x y/n #rory culkin x reader #rory culkin #culkin brothers #jack thurlow #jack thurlow x reader #jack goes home #culkin cult #rory culkin lords of chaos #danny cooper #charlie walker x y/n #charlie walker x reader #charlie walker

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f1nalgirlz · 3 months

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Valentineseve | Jack Thurlow

[ This one is porn w/o plot so if you want fluff it is NOT here ]

˗ˏˋwarnings´ˎ˗ fem pronouns, fem anatomy, implied cheating, unprotected sex, sex with a stranger, Y/n is morally gray, Jack is basically an asshole lmao, slight age gap but it's only mentioned once i think?

˗ˏˋcontent´ˎ˗ car sex, creampie, Y/n is sad, Jack is married, a **LITTLE** angst because ofc there is

1 hour ago, Tuesday, February 13th

Y/n jammed her hands into her jacket pockets, a sigh leaving her lips as she cut down the Valentines aisle. She wasn't exactly looking forward to the holiday, and her mood was not helped by the many other visitors that were crowding the aisle, looking for the perfect gift for their lover. Y/n had nobody to shop for, and didn't intend to change that anytime soon. She only came here because she needed some chocolate to drown her sorrows.

As people filed out of the aisle, she worked her way further into it, chewing her lower lip as her eyes examined the tall shelf in front of her. The shelves were all stocked full, and Y/n had the pick of the litter. There was a wide variety from the different brands, but they all had the same effect on her, memories of her last relationship flooding her mind with bitter feelings. She had no intention of ever getting into a relationship again, but she liked chocolate too much to let an opportunity like this pass.

Y/n scanned over the many chocolates as her mood grew more somber. What did she really have to look forward to anymore? She let out another long sigh, and tried to focus on the task at hand. She scanned over the shelf again, and tried to pick one at random, but the variety was honestly overwhelming. Her sadness slowly faded away and was replaced with annoyance as the realization finally set in. She had no clue what to pick.

With a sigh, Y/N took a step back, hoping to get a better look at the contents on the top shelf, but she was met with something sturdy hitting her back. She quickly turned her head to look behind her, where she was met with icy blue eyes staring back at her. She'd just bumped into someone. Heat rose to her cheeks and her stomach twisted in embarrassment. "i'm so sorry." she said to the man.

The man she had bumped into was tall, his long messy brown hair framing his pale face. He was attractive, and seemed to be a few years older than her. He had a sharp look in his eyes, like he was trying to determine her state of mind. Yet, there wasn't any hint of anger on his face. His eyebrows relaxed and a small smile worked its way onto his lips. "it's fine, accidents happen." he said warmly. All remnants of embarrassment melted away and she smiled.

Present, Tuesday, February 13th

Y/n's chest heaved against the seats of the dark haired man's car, the man whose name she came to find out was Jack. Lewd sounds filled the car, the sound of skin slapping skin as well as the wet sounds coming from her cunt. A choked moan escaped her throat as Jack pounded into her, his hand gripping her hair. After a few more thrusts, a gasp slipped her lips at the feeling of his cock being pulled slowly out. She felt strong hands grasping her skin and moving her body, flipping her over. As her back hit the seats, she was staring up at Jack, whose blue eyes were trained on her red face. He looked more disheveled now, brown strands sticking to his slightly sweaty forehead. Without a word his hands were lifting her legs to rest on his shoulders, once they were firmly in place, he used his index finger to tug her wet panties to the side once again. He smirked down at her, wet doe eyes staring back up at him, before thrusting his cock back inside without warning, punching a moan out of her. A husky moan filled her ears.

She heard a few expletives escaping Jack's lips in mumbles as he started pumping in and out of her already soaked hole. Y/n's head tipped back, falling against the seat, her hair bunching up under her. She only glanced down when she felt hands gripping her hips, fingers digging into the soft skin of them as he hammered into her with fervor. Her eyes actively avoided the gold band that Jack sported on his left hand, instead choosing to focus on the way he was currently hitting every right spot inside her, sending chills down her spine. Lithe fingers found their way into Jacks messy hair, tugging slightly as he continued his eager thrusts, leaning forward to catch her lips in an aggressive kiss. Teeth nipped her lip before being soothed over by his tongue, it felt like he wanted to devour her whole, and she'd let him.

Jack pulled apart after a few moments, a string of spit connecting the two. Y/n's body felt hot, a familiar tug in her lower stomach as her cunt clenched uncontrollably around the taller man's throbbing length. She sucked in a shaky breath, eyes growing watery as she looked up at Jack hovering over her. "you gonna cum?" he asks, almost teasingly with a smirk, before a grunt leaves him. Y/n nodded quickly, head falling back against the seats once again, a guttural moan being forced out of her as Jack kept his pace, fingers finding her clit with ease. Tears pooled her eyes Jack pounded her cunt, using his left hand to abuse the sensitive bundle of nerves. She forced her eyes open, looking up at Jack through blurry eyes. "Gonna cum..." she choked out, hips rolling into his movements lasciviously, earning a chuckle from him.

"Yeah? Cum for me." he whispered into her ear with a smirk, that's what sent her over the edge. Y/n's body shook at the intensity of the orgasm, Jack never stopping his pace, letting her fully ride out her orgasm. A few low moans left him at the way her cunt pulsed around him. That's all it took to send him over the edge, one last sloppy thrust and he was releasing into her, teeth sinking into her collar bone making her roll her hips against him. He groaned, throwing his head back as his hips slowly came to a still. Y/n was still coming down from her high, chest heaving with each breath as she laid there with her eyes closed. Soon, she felt fingers pulling her panties back into the correct placement, opening her eyes she looked up at Jack who was already cleaning himself back up. Y/n took the hint and sat up. She began slipping her pants on and pulling her shirt back into place. "I have to go... but i'd really like to see you another time." Jack's voice pulled her from her autopilot. She nodded at him, allowing him to help her out of the car, stealing one last glance at the inside, not being able to stop the way her eyes caught the bag of Valentines gifts in his passenger seat.

Jack pecked her cheek one last time before climbing into the drivers side seat and starting the car. Y/n walked away, a sick feeling pooling in her stomach.

R: this is not proof read yet, it's probably ass but😰 i'm keeping my word and doing BOTH since that was the result of the poll.

i don't own the two dividers used creds to: @gigittamic

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darkromanceenthusiast · 10 months

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Jack Thurlow x reader

Contains: very awkward and short first meeting

(I have been feral for Rory Culkins characters lately and there is like NO FANFICS FOR THEM)

Tonight was the first time you noticed the young man in the window, he was smoking a cigarette as his icy eyes stated blankly at the side of my house, completely dazed. I open my window and lean against the window seal waving at him it takes him a few seconds before his gaze shifts to me.

“What do you want?” he asked snarkily as he ran a hand through his long hair, his voice was both deeper and raspy than anticipated. I raised a brow amusedly,

“Just checking if you're okay, you've just been staring at the side of my house for who knows how long.” You paused for a moment, “I'm Y/N” you gave him a smile and he nodded.

“Jack… Jack Thurlow.” it was his turn to pause as his cold eyes studied your face as if he was examining it closely as he took the last drag of the cigarette he had been holding. “So… how long ago did you move in, I've never seen you.” he asked and you perked up a bit.

“I moved here a few years ago. I haven't seen you here either.” you said and he nodded you realized how tired he looked at this point, he was pale and had dark bags under his eyes making the blue stand out from his dark lashes.

“Yeah, I live in LA, I just grew up here I'm just” he trailed off for a second as if he was thinking on what to say “Here to help.” he finally says and you nodded. You knew his parents had died in a crash because all the other neighbors were talking about it but I decided not to say anything until he brought it up mostly because you had nothing good or helpful to say beyond just an apology.

“Hopefully it goes as smoothly as it can, I know it gets overwhelming but if you need something you can talk to me.” I say with a sympathetic smile, I can see his eyes get colder as the words leave my mouth.

“You don't need to do that, pretend like you're willing to help with shit just so you can feel like you're doing something good.” he says before he lights up a new cigarette and you look at him a bit shocked.

“I'm not pretending… you're going through a tough time and I'm literally next door… if you need something I'm seriously here for you.” you say, he seems a bit taken back clearly used to getting his attitude back at him, you watched as a small smile graced his lips as he nodded and gave you a slow nod before flicking his cigarette away and closing his window and blinds. You stood for a moment starting at where the man had been. He was very interesting.

#rory culkin #jack goes home #jack thurlow #jack thurlow x reader #rory culkin character x reader

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