#jack Nelson smut
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Can I request a Michael Gray x reader where he cheats on her with Gina, so she gets revenge by sleeping with Gina’s uncle Jack😽 x
revenge — j.n
pairings ; michael gray x female reader (former) jack nelson x female reader
summary ; your boyfriend of many years, michael gray, cheats on you with gina and leaves you for her. you’re not the type to let anyone disrespect you, so you decide to take revenge by sleeping with gina’s uncle, jack nelson.
warnings ; mentions of cheating, slight age gap between reader and jack, reader being arrogant and cocky lol, smut, sir kink, hickeys, unprotected sex, face grabbing, contains spoilers from s6. 18+ !!!
authors note ; is is bad that i have a huge crush on jack?🙃 he’s just super good looking don’t judge me. this was an amazing idea, thank you for requesting! <3 also this is not proofread or spell checked, so if you spot any mistakes, i apologize!
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Having a father who is friends with Thomas Shelby has many pros and cons. One of the pros being protection — having the power to make men fear you because of a gang. One of the cons being you’re not a free woman. Being a part of the Peaky Blinders means you have eyes on you at all times, which makes it difficult to keep secrets or do anything by yourself without words getting around.
You had met your boyfriend through the Peaky Blinders. Michael Gray. He is Tommy’s cousin, and the two of you got along pretty well, being similar in age and having the same interests and all. It wasn’t long before you developed romantic feelings for each other.
Then you did it. You got together and everyone was happy. The relationship was strong for years. You were one of the happiest couples Small Heath had ever seen. There were even talks of marriage, but Michael knew you too well to know you didn’t want to get married. It’s never been something you’ve wanted to do. The idea of being a wife, a man’s property, never seemed appealing to you. You don’t want to live life like every other ordinary woman. Get married, have kids, cook and clean for the rest of your life. You want to be happy and free. And you felt that way with Michael.
Michael loved you and knew the things you wanted, didn’t want, liked, disliked and so on. He knew you like the back of his hand, and that’s one of the many things you loved about him. He was an angel that stumbled upon you and changed your life. Years went down the line. Many happy years shared with your beloved boyfriend and his family.
That was until things started to go downhill. Michael’s mum, Polly, passed away. Tommy started getting himself into heaps of trouble with the law, the mafia, and even gangsters from Boston. And that’s where Gina comes into place. Nasty old Gina.
Michael had changed, even before Polly died, and you were one of the first to notice. Soon enough, everyone noticed. Michael was sent to New York for a few months to do some work for Tommy, only coming back a completely different person. He stopped writing to you, he ignored your letters, he acted like you didn’t exist.
He came back with another woman.
After discovering that he had cheated on you with his new woman, Gina, you were fast to end the relationship. Everyone was angry with Michael, you weren’t the only one. He had his cousins and his mother telling him how much of a fool he is for leaving a woman like you. He won’t find another you. Gina doesn’t even come close.
Months go down the line. Michael had turned against his own family. He joined the enemy’s side. After the death of his mother, he couldn’t look at his cousins the same way. He blamed them for her death. He blamed Tommy.
But Tommy didn’t care. Nor did you care. The only thing you wanted was revenge. How dare Michael think he can do this? Any of this. Not just to you, but to his own family, his own flesh and blood. With you being strictly on Tommy’s side, he’s grown to trust you more. He trusted you anyway, but now he can count on you. Which is why he sent you to spy on Michael for him.
Tommy knows Michael is plotting something against him, which is why you’re the eyes. You’ve been a Peaky Blinder for quite a few years now, meaning you know all their tactics and maneuvers. Tommy had been introduced to a new business deal with Gina’s uncle and Michael’s uncle in law, Jack Nelson. Michael thinks Jack is on their side, but Tommy can say otherwise. Jack only thinks of himself. Above himself, even.
To the least of his troubles is his niece and her new husband. Husband. They got married. It angered you but you didn’t let it get past you. You know better than to care, but you don’t know better than revenge. You’d never met Jack for yourself, though you saw him with Tommy a few times, but when Tommy sends you to a party as a pair of eyes, things don’t necessarily go according to plan.
Sitting at the bar drinking an expensive glass of champagne while surrounded by dozens of rich, upper class, fancy old snobby men and women is something your younger self would never see you doing, but here you are, having to act as one of them to blend in.
You couldn’t bare to be here any longer, but as the eyes of Tommy Shelby, you had no choice. Your eyes scanned around the room hundreds of times to find the likes of Michael and Gina, but there’s no sign of them. Maybe they just hadn’t arrived yet. You’ve seen a few familiar faces so far. Oswald Mosley, Diana Mitford. But not who you’re looking for.
You can’t stand Michael and never want to see his face again, but as a Peaky Blinder, you have to face your fears to get the job done. After finishing the last of your champagne, you ask the bartender for another one while being approached on your right.
“Might wanna slow down on your drink. The men here don’t take too well to drunk women.” The man tells you while ordering a drink of whiskey for himself. You instantly recognise him. It’s Jack Nelson. “Are you one of those men?” You snicker. Though you see him smirk, he’s still as intimidating as ever.
“Why would I need to take advantage of a woman when I can get laid whenever I want?” Jack jokes. You like his personality, he likes yours. Though you’ve never spoken, you know of each other. “Miss L/n, right?” He takes a sip of his drink, nodding at the bartender to say thanks. You grab your new drink, too.
“Yes. And you’re Mr Nelson?” You ask, already knowing the answer. “Yes, but you already knew that.” A smirk raises at the corners of his mouth. “Don’t get cocky, if it weren’t for Mr Shelby, I wouldn’t know you existed.” You smugly take a sip of your champagne.
“Arrogant. I like it. But please, call me Jack.” He smiles. “Whatever you say, Jack.” Your eyelashes slowly batter at him. You have a seductive look in your eyes, but what can you say? You haven’t had male attention in a long time, and Jack is handsome. He gently grabs your hand, bringing it to his mouth to plant a greeting kiss. You smile.
“I’ve heard a lot about you, miss L/n.” Jack says. “Please, call me Y/n.” You imitate him from before. You have to act as confident as ever, you are trying to blend in with the rest of the assholes here. “Y/n. Pretty name.” He smirks. He hasn’t taken his eyes from yours.
“Thank you.”
“Too pretty to be that mouthy.”
His smirk turns into more of a devilish smile. He likes your attitude, however. “My mouth too much for you to handle, Jack?”
“I’m sure I can handle more than that.” He leans closer to whisper in your ear. You have to admit, it sent shivers down your spine.
“What brings a girl like you to a party like this, anyway?” He asks. He looks like he knows something. “A girl like me?” You ask. “You know. A Peaky Blinder. A girl like you got no business with people like this.” Jack points around the room.
“You don’t know what business I have with anyone.” You take a sip from your glass of champagne. “I know you don’t have business with anyone here.” Jack tells you. He seems like he knows a lot. “Like I said, I’ve heard a lot about you.” He finishes.
“What have you heard? Good things, I hope?” You raise your eyebrows as your red lipstick stains the glass in your hand. “Well, I heard you used to be the woman of my nieces husband.” Jack shrugs. You roll your eyes. He can tell by the look on your face that you do not wish to talk about your past with Michael.
“Used to be is the key word.” You look away from him. “I also heard you’re the eyes of Thomas Shelby.”
Your mind went blank. You almost froze.
“Why else would you be here? Other than to spy on Michael Gray, huh, Y/n?” He smirks. He seems like he’s playing a game with you. “Like you said, I have no business with anyone here. I’m just here to charm the ladies on Thomas’ behalf.” You flick your hair over your shoulder.
“Doesn’t he have a wife?” He frowns.
“Don’t you?” You raise your eyebrows.
He scoffs in a half laugh. You have a smart mouth, where he has a quick one. “Well, if it helps you, Michael and Gina are here. See? They’re over there.” Jack points between a crowd of people as you follow his finger. You spot them having a chat with Oswald and Diana.
“So, little spy, you can report back to Mr Shelby that my niece is the one charming the ladies, not you. You’re sitting here drinking champagne.” He smirks. “Yeah, like I said, I don’t care for your niece or her husband.” You take another sip.
“She can charm all the ladies she wants. But for me, I much prefer charming the men.” You smirk. His eyes look back and forth from your red lips to your lit up eyes. “I don’t believe you. Why don’t you prove it to me?” He hints.
“I would love to, Jack, but we would need to go some place private, so I don’t, you know, set a bad example to the ladies I’m supposed to befriend.” You squint your eyes confidently. “I’m a bad example, huh?” He grins. “The devil of Boston.” A smirk toys at your lips.
“I’m going to find the bathroom. It would be such a shame to leave you behind.” You move closer to whisper the last part in his ear, brushing your hand across his chest as you stand up to walk away. He watches you walk away, waiting a solid forty seconds before following you.
Entering the bathroom, he shuts and locks the door behind himself. He sees you applying lipstick in the mirror. “Why waste time putting on more when it’s only going to come off?” He asks, approaching you to take the lipstick from your hands. You turn to face him. “Who says it’s coming off?” You ask, slowly taking off your fur coat to reveal your red dress underneath. His eyes immediately fall to your chest, admiring your perfectly shaped breasts and body.
“Me.” He answers.
“Why don’t you come take it off?”
Your seducing skills are top notch. You can practically sex your way in and out of anything. Jack’s only use to you was revenge against your ex and his new wife, or known as Jack’s niece. This couldn’t be better.
He takes your hint and rushes to kiss you. He wraps his hands around your waist while you cup his cheeks. You pull each other closer to deepen the kiss, hungrily making out while you feel Jack’s hands slip underneath your dress. Lifting your leg up to help him gain access, Jack rubs your clit above your underwear. You let out a low moan, breaking apart the kiss.
“That feel good, huh?” He smirks. His kisses trail to your neck where he sucks on your sweet spot. Letting out another moan to hum yes, your hands make their way to his suit, pulling off his jacket. As you undress each other, you both end up in only your underwear. “I hope nobody needs to use the bathroom any time soon.” You smirk. “Don’t worry about anyone else. Focus on us.” Jack tells you, wrapping his arms around your waist to lift you up onto the countertop.
“Yes, sir.” You whisper, sending shivers down his spine. You see his hairs stand up. You now know his weakness. Sir. “Don’t call me that unless you don’t want to walk for a week.” He warns you, teeth biting your neck. “That doesn’t seem too bad of a threat.” You wince. Your hands brush against his gelled hair.
“Oh, you’re one of them wild girls.” He smirks. “The wildest of them all.” You pout your lips for a kiss. He goes back in to continue making out with you while you finish stripping each other off completely naked. Now out of your underwear, Jack has full access to any part of your body, same as you with him.
He’s already rock hard for you. The only thing you had to do was call him sir and he lost control. You smirk to yourself, deepening the kiss as he grabs his length, bringing it closer to your entrance. Without hesitation, he pushes himself in, making you release a loud moan. His hand covers your mouth, making you look at him with doe eyes. “You wouldn’t want anyone to catch us now, would you?” He asks lowly. You shake your head. Though your thoughts are different. You’d love the thrill of being caught. Especially with Jack.
Thrusting into you with a slow but hard pace, Jack removes his hand from your mouth to grip your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. His face is inches away from yours, staring into your eyes. “You’re so beautiful.” He tells you and you smugly smirk. You already knew that. “I didn’t know Jack Nelson had a heart.” You say in a breathy moan. He didn’t say anything, he only gripped your cheeks harder, pushing your lips together.
Your lipstick is smudged and your mascara is running. Jack has your red lipstick stained on his face, but you don’t tell him. It just adds to the thrill. You moan like a pornstar each time he thrusts into you. “You want it rougher?” He asks. You say nothing, only nod. He smirks, allowing himself to pound into you roughly. You throw your head back, making him grip the back of your neck to pull you forward. He tuts. “Look at me. Only me. Understand?” He glares at you. “Yes, sir.” You grin while saying. You’re playing with him and he loves it. He grins too.
He takes it as a hint that you want more. So he gives you more. Gripping the back of your neck and holding your hip with the other, he manages to thrust himself deeper into you, hitting spots he didn’t hit before. Upping his pace to hard and rough makes you moan louder than earlier. He quickly covers his hand over your mouth to muffle your noises.
While chuckling, Jack shushes you. “Be quiet or you’re gonna get us both caught.” He lowly says.
“I- I cant.” You whine.
He feels you tense up below him. Your walls are tightening and your legs are shaking. He knows you’re close to coming. “Jack I-”
“Shh. I know. Come for me.” He grabs your face to look at him. Your eyes roll back due to intense pleasure as you wrap your arms around his back, pulling him closer as you moan, coming closer and closer to finishing. “Are you- close?” You manage to ask him in between deep breaths. “Yeah.” He nods. He knows not to finish inside of you. It would be a nightmare having Nelson babies running around the Peaky Blinders’ feet.
Your moans got more intense, making him pull your head down to his shoulder. You moan against his skin to muffle the noise as you come. Jack pulls out just in time. He stays wrapped in your arms as you ride out your highs. Your breathing eventually slowed down and your heart rates went back to normal. You got yourselves dressed.
“Tommy should invite you to our meetings more often.” Jack fixes his tie as you wipe off your smudged lipstick in the mirror. “Why? So you can fuck me in his bathroom, too?” You smirk at him in the mirror. He is stood close to the door just watching you. “You could say that.” He shrugs. “Maybe even in his bedroom if you’re feeling risky.” You wink at him.
“Hm. Now how would Tommy feel about this? About his little spy fucking his business partner?” Jack asks. “I bet he thinks you’re so innocent. But there’s not an innocent thought behind those pretty eyes.” He walks up behind you, grabbing your cheeks from behind to push your lips together. His other hand lies on your waist.
You grab his hand and pull it away from your face, turning around to face him. Your chest touches his as his hands hold your upper arms in a grip. “I wouldn’t worry about Tommy. I’d worry about your niece. What is sweet little Gina gonna think of this? Her uncle fucking her husband’s ex girlfriend? Hm?” You smart mouth him. He puts his tongue to his cheek with a grin. He has nothing to say.
His grip on your upper arms tighten. “Watch your mouth with me, kid.” He warns. You fear no man. “Or what? You’ll tell Tommy? I don’t think Tommy would take too well to his business partner fucking his best friends daughter. You’ll only be getting yourself into trouble.” You respond. He’s amazed at your smart mouth, saying nothing again. He just scoffs.
“I suggest this stays between us.” He sternly says. “You read my mind. Now, Mr Nelson, I think we should get back to the party before people raise suspicions.” Your eyebrows raise. You step backwards away from him, making his arms drop. You exit the bathroom first. Making your way back to the hall, Gina spots you.
“Oh, Y/n. What a surprise to see you here.” She fake smiles. You stop to greet her. “Hello Gina, hello Michael.” You fake smile back, turning to face her husband with a blank expression. “How pleasant to see you, darling.” You and Gina greet each other with a kiss on the cheek before being joined by Jack. “Gina, Michael.” He nods to the pair. “Ah, miss L/n, we meet again.” Jack pretends to greet you, politely kissing your hand as if nothing happened just minutes ago.
“You’ve met before?” Gina frowns. She seems almost jealous. “Yes, indeed we have.” You nod. “I know her through Mr Shelby. We’ve met a few times.” Jack looks at you. He sees your smirk. Michael rolls his eyes at how pretentious you’re acting. “Ah. I see.” Gina awkwardly says. She squints her eyes at her uncle, noticing he has faint smudged red lipstick across his mouth. She looks at your lips before raising her eyebrows. She connected the dots.
“Ooh. It’s hot in here, don’t you think? I better go outside. See you soon, Jack.” You smirk, slightly opening your fur coat to reveal the dark love bite on your neck. Your fingertips brush against Jack’s arm before you walk away. Gina’s eyes widen. Michael is just as shocked. You leave the party. Your job here is done. Gina is Jack’s problem now. And you’re sure he has a lot of explaining to do.
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A Nelson Christmas
Smut, mdni 🔞
Jack Nelson x Eva Smith
Inspired by the wonderful @call-sign-shark Christmas gift
Cw: sex, daddy kink, power kink, mentions of usa politics of 1922/23 and use of religious imagery
For context a party boss is essentially a criminal who pretty much runs a political party partially or fully and the Nelsons have three kids by now
They don’t go home to their home in DC, no instead their driver merely takes them around the back where the White House Butler directs them up to the presidential suite.
“Florence said they need to make sure no one suspects they won’t be home tonight.” Eva brandished the keys to the kingdom and refused to let him unlock St Peter’s Gates.
“Think we can make Vice President Kennedy tonight.” The newly minted party boss and multimillionaire didn’t waste time the moment the doors shut behind them. Jack couldn’t get enough of her, even when she got as big as a house with the boys, he couldn’t stop wanting her.
I’ve bewitched you; she’d said with a grin when he confessed he was so in love with her he couldn’t keep his prick hard enough to stray.
“No, but we’ll make a duchess tonight. The Duchess of Devonshire to be exact.” The witch grinned and undressed him as they made their way to the borrowed bed.
Jack’s Midas Touch with business had him rubbing elbows with the who’s who of America, but Eva’s charm and blue blood was taking them the rest of the way.
No one could resist her, they all fell under her spell and before they knew it, First Lady Florence Harding was eating out of their hands. And as a show of their friendship and Eva’s bewitching nature, they were invited to help butter up the Mexican Delegates and keep the President’s bad health a secret.
It was a coveted invitation that took them closer and closer to their goal to become America’s kingmakers ---literally in their children’s cases--- even if it came at the cost of their Christmas traditions.
Had they been home the children would be in bed, the maid and the nanny at their parents’ homes and the Nelsons making baby number four on every available surface and position they could think of.
That first Christmas had been good, and the ones after too, but none compared to the Christmas of 1919.
Rosie had been made on the piano, keys clanging off key as he fucked Eva until the racket woke up the boys and once the boys were settled Jack fucked her on the desk in her boudoir some more. The piano had to be varnished again and the desk replaced, but the memories ---and the scratches--- his witch made will remain there forever.
The twins conceived that night they spent in the Lincoln Bedroom in the east wing. She’d moved with the agility of a dancer and Jack had exhausted his imagination and himself as he taught her every way they could fuck.
And tonight, the Duchess of Devonshire was going to be made in the bed of the current leader of the Free World.
The Hardings wanted the room to seem occupied tonight and Jack was going to make sure the world believes the President with his bad heart fucked the first lady to hell and back.
They were used to keeping quiet because of the kids, keeping the sound down was not going to be a problem. For him at least.
On her birthday he’d let her do anything she wanted with him, let her tie him up and blindfold him with the fine scarf he’d given her that morning. If anyone had seen what she was up to in the hotel room, they’d never fear him again.
Tonight, Jack’s gonna get his revenge.
“Have you been naughty this year, Mrs. Nelson?” Jack asks knowing she’s close to crying in frustration. He’d finger fucked her until she begged for his cock and he’d stopped her from cumming just to ask her this inane question.
“Hmm, doesn’t daddy like it when I’m naughty?” the witch asks as if she weren’t completely at his mercy and spread over the small breakfast table in the president’s bedroom.
She didn’t have to suck his fingers like she sucks his cock, but her petty streak demanded she pay him in kind.
“Gotta teach you some manners don’t I?” Jack removed his fingers from her wicked mouth and wiped them clean on the velvet of her dress before undoing his belt.
Wouldn’t be the first time he’s taken her across his lap and shown her the benefits of corporal punishment.
Not the first time he'd used this belt on her either.
But he’s got a different sort of punishment in mind.
One involving the silk ropes tying the curtains of the four poster bed and Eva’s need to always be touching him.
Always needing to pull his hair when he goes down on her, always needing to pull him closer as he ruts inside of her like a beast, the need to interlock their hands as they make love slowly and tenderly.
The witch enjoys feeling him under her hands just as he enjoys having her completely and utterly under his control.
If the housekeeper thought the mess they made in the Lincoln bedroom ghastly, she’d croak seeing the one they’ll leave here tomorrow morning.
#evacore#jack nelson peaky blinders#jack nelson x eva smith#jack nelson x oc#jack nelson smut#like an american#national anthem fic
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Office Quickie
Jack Nelson x Reader (SMUT)
A/N: All I am is stressed and horny. Please enjoy this dirty one-shot that I wrote on my plane ride back from brother’s graduation.
WORD COUNT: 1,060
WARNINGS: NSFW, Smut
SUMMARY: Jack calls you in for a quick fuck before a meeting. You can’t get out fast enough and end up having to hide under his desk.
"Go in Miss! Now!!" Jack's secretary, Margaret, hurried you along. Jack had been calling up your hour house all day trying to get you to drop by, but there was a family emergency so you were at your sister's house. It was only when you had come back home that evening that were you finally able to receive his message.
You opened the heavy wooden door to find Jack pacing the room. He looked tense. "Jack?" You asked, closing the door behind you "you said there was an emergency. I'm sorry that I couldn't come soon my nephew has been sick all morning."
He took a few long steps to cross the room, and before you knew it he had you pinned up against the door. Kissing you and growing in your ear, "I needed you. Fuck I needed you." His words left you dripping.
Jack shaved every morning but by the evening his face was rough with stubble that scratch you as you kissed him. He kissed you desperately, mumbling something about the Italians and the meeting being moved to tonight. You didn't care to ask for more details, especially once his hands started exploring your body. Desperately grabbing at your breasts and ass, massaging them until you moaned into his mouth.
"Jack," you whined as he started to pull down your skirt. You helped him, unzipping the skirt and letting it fall to the floor around your ankles. He wasted no time yanking down your tights and panties. You started to unbutton your blouse but he stopped you,
"We have to be quick, Doll. They'll be here in ten minutes. I'll get you off after, I promise."
You rolled your eyes, pretending to be cross with him. But you knew that your lover would make good on his promise he always did. "Don't give me that look," he warned with a deep growl. "Bend over my desk," he pointed at the large wooden table and you eagerly followed. You grabbed your fallen clothes and walked over to them, placing them on the desk on it before bending over. Ass up, face down, like a good girl. You stood in between his two guest chairs, as you heard Jack unzip his pants and pull his cock out.
You looked over your shoulder and he smiled at you, lust in his eyes, as brought down a rough slap to your ass. It made your pussy clench as you let out a small cry of pain.
"Jack," you begged again and your wish was granted. Jack slammed his entire cock inside you. Forcing you to take it all in one go. "Good thing you get wet for me so fucking easily, sweetheart. I'd hate to hurt you." Funny, he'd always say things like that before grabbing fist fulls of your hair and pounding your pussy raw. He trapped you in between his body and the desk. The sturdy oak dug into your hips and thighs as he fucked you. Tears welling in your eyes as he showed no signs of slowing down.
The pain was worth it to hear his devilish moans fill the air around you two. You were making him feel so good. You pushed yourself up on your toes, raising your ass up higher, knowing he'd love that angle. "Mmmmm," he let out a low growl, "I'm close sweetheart."
"Mphffff" you urged him on, "cum inside me, Jack. Fill me up." You reached a hand and back and he scolded you, "we don't have time for that. Later, Doll."
"I'm reaching for this, sir." you took his balls in your hand. Holding and rolling the warm shaved parts. "Ohhhhh," he moaned cumming inside you as you smiled proudly.
"Fuck, baby girl. You always know how to take care of me." Still, inside you, he pulled you back and up for a kiss. You slipped your tongue into his mouth, hungry and wanting more. But he pulled away and scolded you again, "No. you need you to get dressed. The Mafia will be here soon."
"The Mafia?!!" You screamed and he covered your mouth. Outside you heard a car door slam. What the hell was Jack getting himself into, fear filled your eyes.
"Get dressed now and hide. Nothing bad is going to happen to you." He pulled you in for a hug, looking down at you with his silver-blue eyes. "Do you trust me?" You nodded, "good because I'm trusting you to not blow this for me. Get dressed and hide. I promise you that I'll make it up to you as soon as this meeting is done."
You nodded and grabbed your clothes off his desk and he tucked his cock back inside his pants and combed his hair.
"Mr. Changretta," You heard Margaret loudly announced, giving you a final warning to hide. "Let me get the door for you." Jack looked at you and then motioned to his desk with his eyes. You knew what he wanted you to do. Hide underneath it. You nodded, quickly rushing to hide. Not bothering to dress.
There you sat for nearly half an hour as the men talked. You kept your hand over your mouth desperately trying to keep quiet. Cum dripping out of you. You felt so ashamed of how you were still turned on. Listening to jack conduct a meeting with the scariest men of the east coast while you hid under his desk, full of his cum.
The scent of cigar smoke filled the air, signaling that the meeting was almost over. You dared to reach one hand down and rub your clit. There was something about danger being so close that kept you wet.
So focused on your own pleasure, you hadn't noticed that the meeting had ended until Jack popped his down and said,
"You dirty doll! Did that turn you on?" He chuckled, offering a hand to help you up and out. He caught you as you stumbled forward, your legs were weary and tingly from being under the desk for long. He looked back at the carpet under the desk. "Looks like you made a mess," a dark puddle has formed from where his cum has leaked out. You looked back at it, face red with embarrassment.
“Good thing you're so damn sexy. Now I believe that I promised you a reward."
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Baby Fever
Jack Nelson x wife reader
Summary: You and Jack try to conceive a child.
Author’s Note: A continuation of the blurb I wrote called “Jack Admits he Wants A Child with You.” Jack and his wife have been married two months and want children. Although it is reader insert, it is assumed reader is also Catholic and a virgin when she met Jack.
Warnings: 🔞,Pure smut, breeding kink, slight innocence kink
Read the first part here.
Jack placed you on the bed gently, watching you sit forward eagerly to unfasten his belt. He ran his fingers through your hair and massaged your scalp lovingly as you took his trousers off. You pulled his boxers down and watched his cock spring free inches from your face. Placing your hands on his thighs, you looked up at him with doe eyes and he nodded with a warm smile. Jack could tell the idea was turning you on as he watched you rub your thighs together unconsciously for friction.
“Go on, baby,” he coaxed and you wrapped your lips around him allowing a sinful moan to escape your lips. You knew it wasn’t ladylike to admit how much you loved this, but you did. Taking care of your husband this way gave you a deep sense of pride. It was also one of the sexiest things you'd ever experienced, feeling that amount of control over your powerful husband.
Jack gathered your hair behind your head to keep it out of the way. You felt him grip your roots excitedly as you took him into your welcoming mouth. Once he became aware of how tightly he held you, he released his harsh grasp, always wanting his touch with you to be soft and gentle. You watched out the corner of your eye as his other hand clenched and unclenched, practically shaking, wanting to hold something, but too afraid of bruising you. It seemed that Jack was forever holding himself back, worried his strength would break you.
He let you set your own pace, bobbing along his length, taking him as deep as you dared. Hearing him take deep breaths through his nose, you knew he was enjoying himself. You had a steady rhythm going until, suddenly feeling overzealous, you took him too far into your throat and gagged violently. Jack withdrew from you, studying your face carefully asking with concern, “Too much for you, baby?” You shook your head defiantly wanting to continue to prove you could please him, but he knew better. He sat down beside you on the bed giving you a moment to relax and wiped your tears away.
Sensing your anxiety, Jack pulled you in for a gentle kiss, gliding his tongue over yours and placing his large hand over your throat to stroke it soothingly. “You made me feel so good, sweetheart. I was gonna cum down your pretty little throat instead of your pussy. Can’t have that, can we?” he joked, lifting your chin to meet his eyes.
Feeling composed enough to continue and still burning with need, you asked, “Will you make love to me now?” Jack considered you for a moment and rubbed a thumb across your cheek before answering, “Not yet, baby, I have to get you ready first or you’ll be sore tomorrow. I don't want to hurt my doll.” He pushed you back toward the headboard and laid you against the pillows.
You began to relax as Jack rolled your stockings down over each leg, kissing along the the trail of skin he exposed. You squirmed and giggled as his stubble moved over your inner thighs and the sensitive skin behind your knees. He grinned, knowing exactly which ticklish spots to torment, taking devilish delight in his teasing.
Your underwear came next and the sight of your bare pussy made Jack wild with desire. He bit his knuckle wanting to devour you, but drinking you in with his eyes in appreciation instead. He lowered himself toward you reverently and placed a full kiss to your lower lips. He moaned at the feeling of your satiny smoothness and lapped at the sweet juices pooling at your entrance. You gasped softly at the feeling, waiting for more. “Please…” you begged in a soft voice, dripping with sweetness.
Jack ventured a long finger into your soaking core and felt you clench around him. “So tight you can barely take my finger, sweetheart,” he said kissing your thigh softly to encourage you to relax further. You sighed with pleasure as you allowed him to push your legs apart, open and exposed to him. He adored how trusting you were with him.
When he had worked a second finger inside you and you were leaking juices over his hand, he knew you were ready to take him. He worked his way back up your body, taking a pert nipple into his mouth and sucking softly as he massaged your other breast. He found himself imagining them even larger, straining beneath a too tight dress you would outgrow as the baby developed. He groaned at the thought of you popping a button as you leaned over to serve him dinner and he made a mental note to keep you from buying any new dresses until it was absolutely necessary. He wanted to be able to see every new curve that burst forth to properly take in what he had done to you.
With that thought, he was unable to keep himself from you any longer. He hovered over you, keeping his weight off you as best he could and kissed you passionately. Jack pulled back to look at the hunger building in your eyes. “I know, sweetheart. Need me to fill you up, don’t you?”
You bit your lip and nodded. He lined up with your entrance and you caressed his cheek with your hand as you hooked a leg over his hip. He entered you slowly as you let out little gasps. Jack broke out into a smile. You were adorable when you were determined to take his cock all at once. He knew it was still too much for you though and would usually ease himself into you so you had time to get used to the stretch. He sank in a bit deeper and the feeling of your velvety warmth made him close his eyes and gulp harshly.
This was the most difficult part for Jack, trying to hold himself back from pounding into you the way he would have liked. It wasn’t easy when you were writhing beneath him, pulling him toward you with your heels hooked behind his back, begging for more. There was an itch in his brain that needed to be scratched, a relentless feeling that he needed to put his hand around your throat and fuck you into the mattress until you cried, but that was a dark dream. He would never hurt you like that. He could never break your trust that way. Instead he focused on what he truly wanted, to own your body with his seed.
He turned you to your side, raising your leg over his, to move within you languidly, prolonging the feeling of being encased in your warm heat. You moaned at the sensation of Jack hitting a delicious new spot within you. He gripped your hip possessively, watching himself slide in and out of you as your ass jiggled in front of him enticingly. That stirred him to pick up his pace, knowing he wouldn’t last much longer like this.
“Gonna carry my child? Let everyone know you’re mine?” Jack asked between thrusts.
“Yes…Yes, Jack…I’m yours,” you panted as his speed increased. You were rapidly coming undone, but you didn’t have to worry as Jack always took care of you. He placed a thumb to your clit and circled it rapidly, watching as you fell apart.
“That’s my sweet girl. Take it all,” he murmured into your hair, losing rhythm as you squeezed him.
“I want it, Jack,” you whispered to him.
With your admission Jack felt the first waves of his orgasm hit. He released into you with a grunt and you felt a sudden surge of warmth inside yourself. You sighed in contentment, knowing you could be conceiving a child with your beloved husband at that moment.
You interlaced your fingers with his and squeezed his hand. Then you brought his fingers to your mouth and placed a soft kiss to his knuckles, holding his hand over your heart as he pushed himself as deeply as possible within you. Jack’s chin hooked over your shoulder and you felt his warm breath fanning your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.
When you felt him beginning to soften inside you, you moved to separate yourself from him. Before you could move away, he clutched at your side, stopping you from going anywhere. “Lay still, doll, don’t want to let a drop out.” He stroked your hair gently and left slow, lazy kisses along the back of your neck and you melted into him. “Go to sleep, baby. You’re gonna need your energy if you’re pregnant,” he said placing one last kiss to your cheek.
After a few moments of silence Jack ran his fingers down your rib cage and splayed a hand across your stomach. You laid your smaller hand over his and whispered “Just think, what if there’s a baby there now?” you asked in awe.
Jack kissed your temple. “I hope so, angel,” he said rubbing your stomach wishing it were true. “You want to try again tomorrow just to be sure?” He asked smirking against your back. You bit your lip and nodded, “Just to be sure,” you agreed. Then you both fell into a deep, contented sleep.
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Tag list: @retromafia, @violaobanion, @daddyjack-nelson, @shelbydelrey, @theshelbyslimited
#Peaky Blinders fanfic#Peaky Blinders imagine#Jack Nelson fanfic#Jack Nelson imagine#Jack Nelson x female reader#Jack Nelson smut
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jjk men and their fav position
parings: s. gojo, s. geto, k. nanami, k. choso, f. toji, r sukuna.
warnings: smut, named positions, choking (sukuna), dacryphilia (toji and sukuna), pet names, praising (nanami, geto, gojo choso).
A/N: someone request something, PLEASE 🙏🙏
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Satoru Gojo: 100% mating press
His sinister grin was the only thing apart of your blurred vision, the position, the friction, the pace, it would’ve been damn near impossible to not fall in love with the way he fucked you, if y’all hadn’t already been dating. The amount of will he has over your body is crazy in that position, him being vocal as hell doesn’t help but god… it’s hot as fuck, him moaning whimpering or saying some vile shit in your ears like “fuck-.. if she doesn’t stop sucking me in like this, i might come a-already.”, “such a good girl” and other dirty things…
Suguru Geto: Spooning
As someone that’s always tired, this is perfect for him. Just being able to slide it in as y’all are laying down is the most ideal thing for him. Geto is a simple man that takes sex as a way to relax, relieve stress and relax the tension in your muscles.. but even with all those benefits and a girlfriend that he nicknamed “Jack-rabbit” simply because she couldn’t go a week without some kind of fucking. But one day he wanted to try something different. He laid on his side, you infront of him, grinding on you. This position gave him free access of your ass, tits, neck, and pretty much the rest of your body too.
Kento Nanami: Cowgirl/ Reverse Cowgirl
Now we know this old man is OLD fashioned as hell, probably alive during the BC and CE era, but one thing about him was.. he loved to fuck aswell. He loved the sight of his dick sliding in and out of that cunt while also seeing that white ring of cum being formed.
Kamo Choso: 69
He def seems like the type to not want to take control or advantage of you but still wanting a way to please you, so if there’s a way he can be pleased, AND please you? He’s down for it. Choso is probably really skilled at eating the box :3. Kissin it, small soft bites, licking anything that leaks out. :3
Toji Fushiguro: Full Nelson (especially infront of a mirror.)
Toji seems like the type to manhandle you. Folding and contorting your body past it’s limits, fucking you in unspeakable positions you can hardly manage. That shit eating grin, visibly displayed in the mirror. Choking you too, I mean it’s easy access. He manhandles you to your wits end and at this point, its painful as fuck, but hot ad fuck too. And your tears visible in the mirror too makes it so much better, well atleast to him…
Sukuna Ryomen: Missonary
Now sukuna doesn’t have a favorite position, he thinks every position that allows him to restrain you is perfect. But if he had to pick just ONE, it’d be missionary. Just being able to watch your face contort into expressions is literally heaven to him, and do not get me starteddddd on if he was in the big boy form. Easy access kissing, being able to fully restrain you under his touch and weight. His smirk that is displayed on his face could make you tremble just at the sight. And your tears visible? Yeah he would go all outttt…
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#waterinzwork🦈#geto smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#toji smut#jjk smut#gojo satoru#gojo smut#geto suguru#nanami kento#nanami smut#choso kamo#choso smut#toji fushiguro#ryomen sukuna#sukuna smut#kamo ch
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Jack hanma (NSFW)Head cannons
First time writing smut, sorry if it's bad. But enjoy anyways.
MINORS DNI
Has a biting kink, he likes marking what's his. He makes sure not to bite to hard though, just hard enough to leave a marks for him to enjoy later. You'll be covered in hickies and bite marks afterwards. I have a feeling he 100% has a breeding kink. His loads are huge so if he does cum inside, he's gonna stuff you like a pastry. As long as your on the pill of course. (I feel like he would totally call you his little stuffed pastry. He would call himself the pastry chef, because you know he stuffed you with his cream.)
His favorite positions are full Nelson, doggy style, and even if he doesn't like to admit it he likes it when you ride him. He likes watching you bounce, as you take what you want, but if it gets too boring for him he'll take over. If he's doing doggy style or full Nelson, that's when he wants to take you nice and rough. Would totally pull your hair in doggy style and whisper in your ear 'taking me so good darlin' or 'you like it rough, don't you sweetheart'. When he's got you in full Nelson he's just gonna have a cocky smirk while whispering things like 'aww, look at those pretty tears, am I fucking you that good baby?' or 'such a good little thing for me, taking me so good.' (They definitely call him Jack hammer for other reasons😏)
He's big into body worship, receiving and giving. So if you ever randomly say 'I'm so ugly' or 'I look horrible' in front of him, oh honey get ready. He will overstimulate you until your crying about how beautiful and perfect you are. He'll say stuff like 'Now, who's perfect, baby?' or 'Look how gorgeous you look right now, don't you agree?'. He loves it when you kiss his body and his scars, it makes him feel good. He adores it when you complement his body. He's worked really hard for his body, so you telling him how amazing he looks or strong he is makes him feel special and happy.
He 100% loves fucking you in front of a mirror. He loves being able to watch himself take you, while you writhe and moan. He will make sure your making eye contact with him in the mirror while he fucks you. If you look away, out of embarrassment, he'll grab your chin and make you look at him. He'll say stuff like 'look at me while I take you darlin, that's a good girl.' or 'tsk tsk, don't look away sweetheart, I wanna watch you come undone.'
He's big. About 12 inches long and 4 inches thick, so you need a lot of foreplay to be able to take him. But once he's inside, you'll feel impossibly full, and he'll talk you through it. Saying stuff like 'it's okay, your taking me so well sweetheart, being so good.' or 'There you go baby, take it.'
He makes sure to give you aftercare, he doesn't want you feeling used. He'll cuddle you and kiss where he bit you or gave you bruises or hickies. He'll clean you up and draw you a bath, while he changes the sheets. Then he'll cuddle up with you in bed and you'll fall asleep in each other's arms.
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My Own, Distant Home (Chapter 2), A Fears to Fathom: Ironbark Lookout fanfiction
Chapter 1, ao3 link
Jack Nelson x Connor Hawkins
Words: 16.6k
Genre: Horror, humor, smut
Rated Explicit for sexual content, strong language, horror elements, frightening imagery and descriptions of violence.
A romantic, deceptively creepy, canon-compliant retelling of the game's narrative where Jack and Connor are more fleshed out characters, and not immune to the emotional threads that form when your only friend is a voice on the radio—until he isn't. The main story of the game remains relatively untouched, as well as carrying over horror elements and frightening imagery to surround the added subplot.
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All Connor had offered him was some soup.
What luck could Jack attribute to his current predicament, standing between open knees while Connor leans against the cheap, peeling counter-top and allows him to kiss him?
His fuzzy thoughts, so captured by the arms around his shoulders, recall helping to clean the dishes so they would have clean bowls, some teasing comment from Connor about the size of his hands when he rolled up his sleeves. A polite but muttered “excuse me” as he placed his hand on the small of Connor’s back to get the hand towel, and the drift of curious eyes over Jack’s face when he does it again to get the spoons.
The soup was never actually served once Jack took the beer offered to him, downing half the bottle in one greedy, nervous swallow. He recalls a long moment of tension, standing too close, about to ask if Connor wanted one too when he takes the bottle from his hand, tongue pressed to the tip as he finishes it.
If Jack could wrestle his thoughts back, he might be horribly embarrassed he leaned in first, though how ashamed can he be for his enthusiasm when Connor answered by pulling him closer, fingers combing into his hair, and legs parting to make a space for him?
He moans into the lazy, welcoming kisses, surprised at the shiver that zips up his back when Connor answers him. If only he would let him, Jack would stay there for hours and kiss him until his lips are bruised, tongue sore, and drunk on all the genuine, little noises he offered up so freely.
“Hit the lights, will you?” Connor pulled away just enough to let those brown eyes take the rest of Jack’s reservations. “The stove gives off enough light, and I’ll be damned if some wet hiker thinks I’m on office hours and comes up here to see you inside me.”
Jack isn’t prepared for how hard that makes him, suddenly wrested for breath and tightening his hands on Connor’s sides. In his mind, Jack has already ravished him a hundred times, in all the lascivious and romantic ways he was too ashamed to admit. He nearly forgets the man of his most recent dreams is right here, wanting him, waiting for him to blink.
“You—is that no good?” Connor tries to backpedal when his distracted nervousness lends no answer, blushing hard as Jack stays frozen in the ‘v’ of his knees, almost nose to nose with their stares flicking between eyes and lips.
“We can do something else if you want, I’m down with probably most things you’ll suggest—” Connor gasps when both hands grip his waist, lifting him bodily and taking him to the bed to be dropped onto the mattress with a hard, ozone-tinged kiss.
Connor gives up a helpless moan into his mouth, having never been kissed with someone’s entire body: from the bold tongue coaxing him to moan again to warm palms skimming over everything they want to squeeze in the order they please. Down his thighs, up around the small of his back, leaving sparks on his heated skin as they flip up the hem of his shirt to dig fingertips into the soft skin of his admittedly ticklish sides.
“You brat,” Connor huffs out, shaking but not from the cold when he wrestles his lips back, and restless hips slot against him as his cheeky answer.
“Hey—new guy.” He slides his fingers into Jack’s hair and pulls him up from where he was getting distracted mouthing at the freckle behind his ear.
“You forgot the lights.” There it was, the smoke Jack remembered from his dream, deep as whiskey and just as hot in his belly, making his limbs all loose and cock prone to stiffen. But the smirk, the one declaring Connor is as willing as Jack is hard—that was new.
“Got it.”
He flies to hit the light switch—literally, giving it a little swat before he nearly trips over himself to be back on the bed, crowding into Connor’s personal space in what he considers record time.
“Took you long enough, Jack, now I’m cold again,” he teases quietly, bumping their noses to catch his eyes.
Surely, Jack thinks, he must be able to hear his heart racing from so close. Would he be pleased if he knew it races most times he speaks, every time he teases him? It might never slow down, now that he knows what Connor looks like, biting his kiss-swollen lips and working his body to heatstroke with only his inviting gaze.
“I’ll do better next time.” Jack pants, licking his lips for another kiss.
“Next time?” Connor chuckles, leaning coyly out of the reach of his lips, and pressing a plastic bottle of lube into his palm Jack hadn’t seen him grab.
When he speaks again, the smoke is all but gone, leaving a melancholy that didn’t belong in a warm bed on a stormy night with the closest thing they both had to a friend. “Guys like us… we don’t get a lot of next times.”
His answering sigh is grateful, soft and trailed by the quietest moan when Jack tries to chase the dark thought away with nibbles of kisses up his neck, stopping to speak into his ear. “I’d like to have a next time with you, if you’ll have me… and—did you get this lube from under your pillow?”
“I keep that up my ass, actually.”
“You’re—” Jack stifled his chuckle against the shoulder bared by Connor’s rumpled shirt. “Stop making me laugh, I don’t wanna get soft.”
“One laugh gets you soft? Well, I’m in trouble then—oof.” He grunts when Jack adjusts them to fit better on the small bed, admittedly not wide enough to condone most physical activity. But where there’s a will, and all that.
“What a gentleman.” Connor says, sarcastic but only teasing when Jack makes sure he gets the only pillow behind his head. There was something else in his tone, something genuinely adoring Jack didn’t have the allocated brain capacity to dwell on.
“Kinda makes me miss the bear who threw me down on this bed, though.”
“I should have apologized for manhandling you.” Jack admits shyly, fidgeting with the peeling corner of the bottle’s label, ‘For Men and Women, Made in the USA.’
“Don’t.” Connor replies, and the smoke returning to his voice has Jack meeting his eyes to admire him, the beginnings of a flush creeping down his neck, the excited tent of him in his sweatpants.
“I want all of you.”
It was the moment Jack realized he had a switch, somewhere, and Connor clearly got off on playing with the damned thing. He wanted to tell him to be gentle, but couldn’t deny his curiosity to find out how good it might feel to be held by someone who wanted your pleasure as much as theirs.
“Let’s get these off you,” said Jack, rough and needy.
But as their layers come off over disheveled hair, the appearance of more skin only makes it harder to stop kissing. Jack takes his lips back, what he believes is selfishly, to suck kisses into the dusting of blonde hair on his pectorals, his perked, dusky nipples, and Connor answers with the bite of his nails on his shoulder blades, then curling into the damp hair at the nape of his neck.
Jack waited for the inevitable switch, to be punished for being seen wanting, for asking, for taking, but Connor only encouraged him with revelry.
“More, Jack, feels—good,” he panted, raising his hips into Jack’s wandering lips as they leave wet marks across his stomach, and a hard suck over his iliac crest makes his back arch off the sheets.
“These too?” Jacks asks softly while thumbing their boxers, and Connor nods, both of their hands coming down to strip the other. He stills, and Jack briefly believes he’s being lazy, until he realizes he has a… stunned audience.
There, Jack laid against the length of him—thicker, longer, with an attractive curve, a head on him, peeking from beneath a velvety foreskin that made saliva pool under his tongue. Connor considered himself pleasantly average, he was, but Jack was… gorgeous.
“That’s a nice surprise,” he said, so quietly Jack figured he meant it more to himself than him. If he hadn’t, the pull of his teeth over his lip while he stroked him, gently and too loose was enough to communicate loud and clear he liked what he saw.
The sight of him gawking gave Jack all sorts of pesky ideas, of Connor coaxing him to lie back, swallowing him down at whatever mind-melting, teasing pace would drive him to insanity, the long line of his toned back arched up for Jack’s viewing pleasure. Ideas he really, really needed to shake away if he was going to last long enough to please him.
“Do you want to put your mouth on it?” An embarrassing question, one Jack regretted as soon as it left his mouth, but Connor just licked his lips. Seemed he was imagining it too.
“Next time.”
Jack managed, barely, to stay strong under the shiver that raced up his back. If Connor kept being so patient with him, pressing soft, overwhelming words like “please” and “wanted” into his skin, he wasn’t so sure he was going to be able to leave—he might have to ask to move in.
“Get inside me already.”
Maybe he could raise a tent down in the forest if Connor wouldn’t let him sleep in the bed.
“Okay. Yeah, all right,” he said with one more deep kiss, fumbling to slick his first and second fingers while Connor’s hips made impatient little circles.
“Start slo—ow,” Connor moaned when Jack busied himself with swirling around his rim, neglecting to dip inside, not even as his pulsing, ignored cock dotted pre onto the back of his spread thigh.
“Not that slow… C’mon, Jack, I’m sufferin’,” he murmured with the rural drawl that crept into his voice when he wanted something bad enough to beg.
Jack nodded, flushing shy at his unintentional teasing, though the moonlight and wood fire hardly gave away his redness. Below him, Connor’s eyes slip closed, head pressing into the pillow when he finally has long, calloused fingers inside him. Eager, decidedly not clever fingers that drove him crazy with their missing of his prostate. And yet they spread him gently, thoroughly, touching parts of his insides he usually ignores, and making his body simmer on a steadily rising heat. Against him, Jack’s growing need has become a steady, sticky dribble, with lips seeking any skin he can reach.
“A little to your left—let me show you.”
But Connor never gets the chance because Jack takes his instruction to the letter, suddenly all over the sensitive spot, too much too fast, capable only to cry his surprise as Jack grinds his fingers upwards in the same rhythm as his cock against the back of Connor’s thigh.
“Shit—” Connor moans for him, voice beginning to shake and rocking his hips down into his palm until the lightning in his belly is outpacing the storm outside.
“F-fuck me,” he hisses. “Fuck me already, Jack, I want it.”
“Yeah… Yeah, okay.” He leaves a last kiss on his shoulder and rearranges their limbs among the wounded gasp Connor makes when he slips his fingers free.
He uses his dirty hand to get himself wet, not that he needed anymore help (or stimulation). A pair of clean hands take ahold of him, one bringing Jack bodily forward to cover him with his warmth, and the other to guide him into his body.
To be seated inside him, his flushed body and glowing charm, is to find stars in a thunderstorm.
“Are you… all right?” Jack asks finally, both proud of himself for thinking to ask a polite question, and worried to watch Connor’s brow scrunch and twist. The breath he gasps out is decidedly pleasure, overwhelmed by the heat at the base of his spine while he wonders if Jack thinks he’s making an attractive face.
“Fuck me. Please.”
Connor swears to the rickety ceiling when he starts moving, urgent and honest moans worked up from his throat by the enthusiastic, steady throw of his hips. The little bed certainly wasn’t made for Jack’s eagerness to please, but there was little room in Connor to care when he was so full.
“Yes… Yes, fuck—” He grabbed at the mattress for leverage to rock back against him, stoke the fire that curled beneath his navel.
Damn the storm outside whipping around windows, damn the worry about what really lives in these woods, the only thought in either of their bloodless brains is to have more of each other, more of this raptured attention they didn’t know could light up their nerves with all the clarity of a lightning strike to the forest floor.
Connor’s audibly displeased when Jack pauses his stroke to lean up, perturbed at the cold air slipping between their chests. A soft “I’m sorry, baby” is only mildly soothing to his buzzing nerves, but the revised position promises strength, leverage, and Jack’s shaking fingers come down to grip like hot iron on his waist to yank him back into the snap of his hips. The liquid fire up their spines is immediate, as is Connor’s vocal appreciation, unable to keep his eyes open while he moans Jack’s praises in a litany of fervid gasps.
“G-god, that’s good, Jack. Jack, oh—my god.” His moans migrate to his chest, deeper, sounding fucked out already when his numb hands can no longer hold onto the sheets.
Jack swallows, his mouth is so dry but he can’t imagine not chasing this heat, not when Connor’s fluttering around him, getting tighter, moans suddenly caught in his throat as he floods the soft plane of his belly with hot cum. Surprise creases his brow as much as pleasure, among the bone-deep bliss of an untouched orgasm in the tears on the waterline of his lashes.
He fucks him through it, couldn’t imagine not answering those sweet, pleading gasps of “don’t stop, don’t stop”, prolonging his pleasure like it was his own to chase. The shivers he gets when Connor whimpers, stuttering out “too much, s-stop”, are worth his delayed gratification, as are the soft, sleepy eyes he turns on him when his legs quit shaking.
“Did you—?” Connor says as he swallows, moving up onto his elbows, though whatever concern he meant to voice was cut off by his startled gasp when Jack gently pulled himself out.
“What are you—oh,” he crooned, hands threading into Jack’s hair when he covered him suddenly, whimpering among fevered panting as his fist flew over his swollen, red cock. Connor cradled him in the open angle of his thighs, the fingers on his nape, his own stomach flipping at the wet, slick sound of Jack’s wrist working himself into shakes.
“Come on, Jack, you—” He kissed him hard to capture his startled cry, undulated his spine to catch his spend in the mixed pool of them on his abdomen. Among a muted, faraway rumble of thunder, he smoothed his palms over all the heated skin he could reach, quelling his shakes and letting him come down slow in the warm bend of his shoulder. “You did… so good.”
When Jack had come to his tower tonight, confessing he was worried, Connor found little shame in offering a little stress relief if he was also interested. It wasn’t a habit he made, to kiss the New Guy, especially not the one who believed there were people in these woods building fires for occult rituals.
But he could hardly feel embarrassed, not now that he felt… cherished was a good word.
“Hey,” he called, quietly but more than a little upset when Jack untangled them to try to leave the bed.
“I thought you were a gentleman. Or do people not cuddle anymore?”
“Uh—sure,” he chuffed with a little smile. “Let me get something to clean you up first.”
“Already on it, new guy. You think I keep lube close and not rags? I’m hurt.” Connor ran a flannel over their cum on his belly, though he found his hole too sore to fuss over.
Jack’s self-awareness returned to him with the feeling in his legs as his orgasm settled into a pleasant buzz. “Am I still ‘new guy’ after everything?”
“You’re ‘new guy’ whenever you say something dumb. ‘Jack’ is… he’s a little insecure, but he’s sweet. Always does his best.” Connor simpered at him, drowsy and warm as Jack scooted up to lay against his side.
“Are you saying that because you like me?”
“I’m saying that because you laid me like pipe, goddamn,” they both laughed quietly in the darkness. The storm outside was less thunder now, more white noise rain pattering on the old roof of the tower.
“And because I think you’re a good guy… Jack.”
For a long moment, there’s only the blanket of the rain and their slowing heartbeats between them, among the quiet blooming of something gentler, fed and watered by a moment of vulnerability in an inhospitable landscape.
“Don’t go chasing rumors. Don’t create monsters where there are none. Not when the world can’t afford to lose any more good guys. And when it doesn’t need any more monsters than it already has.”
When Connor spoke so confidently, the way he always did, so sure of his own opinion and trusting of his own eyes—Jack felt he could almost believe him.
For now, there was nothing he could do in the dark, nothing he wanted to do besides lie contented in Connor’s version of the world, relaxed and warm with a guy he didn’t need to know well to know that here—for now, he was safe.
“…Okay, Connor. You got it.”
“Night, Jack.”
“Goodnight.”
The two of them fell into a dead sleep for hours, long enough to rest until the sky is clear, the sun is up, and the birds are all that’s watching them from the trees.
5 DAYS LATER
Only hours after Jack leaves Tower 12 does Connor’s generator stop working completely, and for days after the solution continues to evade him. That’s nothing to be said about the piece of junk’s age, but Connor is nothing if not determined, though most everyone who’s ever met him has chosen to use the phrase “stubborn ass”.
The portable generator Billy loaned him, the one meant to jump-start his truck’s battery in an emergency, couldn’t hope to keep the lights on or the appliances running, but was thankfully enough to keep his radio alive for communication. Still, Jack was tasked with monitoring his sector for fires, as well as checking on him twice a day, appearing over the trail ridge every morning and night with a pep that Connor swore out-shined the sun.
Oh, the sun.
He supposed the wild temperature changes also explained the sporadic rain, but such unseasonably warm days during this crisis of utilities could only either be tragic luck, or one of his scorned ex-girlfriends had actually sought out a witch to hex him like they threatened. Well, not directly, but that’s what his sister said she would do if a guy ever broke up with her the way he had: callous words, an indifferent phone call, the attempt of a lonely man to forget everyone who wasn’t simply, absolutely perfect.
Were it not for his unfiltered hatred of MRE’s and granola bars, as well as his intermittent visits from the cute, new fire lookout, he would have already punted the ungrateful machine off a high cliff and down to a violent, splintering death.
“Got time for a break?” Jack smiled at him when he appeared in the afternoon, offering his metal water bottle with the hand that wasn’t in his jacket pocket.
“How can you wear that shit?” Connor said, hoarse and appropriately grouchy as he snatched the bottle to drink in greedy swallows, tiny streams slipping down his chin and lost in his tank top, the collar ringed by a shade of deeper gray with sweat.
“Forecast says rain. You’ll be forced to turn in early, hopefully.”
“Not if I have anything to say about it.” He dumped the rest out onto his hands to scrub at his fingers, dark with machinists grease, and his reaching for a nearby rag revealed a tattoo on the back of his left shoulder that Jack hadn’t noticed before.
“Is that a… bear?”
Connor shooed him away where he had leaned to see the faded art better. “Supposed to be. Dumb thing I got in the army—I forget it’s there most of the time, honestly.”
“You were in the army?” Jack took it upon himself to sit on the scaffolding of the tower across from Connor’s open toolbox.
“You think I was born this welcoming and sweet?”
His smile, nearly a smirk as it pulled towards one of his dimples, as well as the dusting of red on his cheeks is achingly genuine, shy despite all they shared. All of it summed up to glaring evidence Jack never had enough friends, never the kind of lover that might have taught him the nuances of misconstrued flirtations. “Welcomed me in pretty easy.”
“Hey, fuck you!” Connor’s temper was ignited in an instant, chucking the water bottle at the ground beside Jack’s dangling feet hard enough to dent the bottom and startle him off his perch with a thud as he fell back into the brush.
“Oh—shit, are you all right?”
Jack opened his eyes to Connor above him. His frown spoke of shame, perhaps at his outburst, perhaps at memories Jack wasn’t privileged to hear, and the hand checking the back of his head for blood is unexpectedly gentle.
An honest “I’m sorry” leaps up from Jack’s tongue before he can catch it, more evidence of his confusion at the harshness of which he finds most company, his desperation to be the kind of person they might want to treat with kindness.
Though none of them have ever bothered to check him for bruises afterward.
“You’re sorry? There’s no way you could have known.” Connor helps him to his feet, kicking aside more hazards in scattered tools.
“Know what?”
“I…” His brow furrows, lips poised to speak. “Now, let’s be clear—”
He stops again, the first attempt he’s made probably ever to try to be more understanding, if only because Jack gave it back. “Regardless of what’s happened between us, I don’t actually know you that well.”
Jack doesn’t want it to sound so much like a rejection, not when the clouds bursting open above them leaves little time to reconcile.
“Shit!”
“Well.” Connor’s flat, dispirited tone lifts up from where he tilts his head into the water, grabbing some semblance of comfort as he scrubs his face clean.
“Don’t say it.”
“It can’t get any worse.” Connor sighs, grinning before he can stop it, and Jack isn’t prepared for how handsome he finds him, all clean, white teeth and warm brown eyes beneath damp lashes. His soaked hair can’t manage to be unbecoming as it sticks to his forehead, and Jack just hopes he makes a better image than soaked hiking pants and pathetic. If he was better at managing his anxiety, he might be able to see Connor was admiring him too, gaze darting between bright, hazel eyes and smiling lips that were almost too red, always.
A shiver runs through him, one Connor can’t blame on the rain when he remembers how gentle those hands were on his scarred skin, as big as his own on the shorter man. The next shiver is sad, he realizes, hoping to whoever would listen that he hadn’t fucked this up. For all the times he had chased people away, deliberately and not, to count Jack among them would actually hurt.
“You’re gonna get sick.” Jack spoke up above the rain, already taking off his jacket.
“Keep it, new guy. You have to walk back to Tower 11.”
“… You’re right.”
Connor finds little courage to do more than pat his shoulder, squeeze it firmly. “Don’t look so kicked. You can come up next time it rains, I promise. I’ll even make dinner again.”
Jack hopes his face isn’t turning as red as he thinks—he really hadn’t meant to offer more than a jacket, certainly not an innuendo—though his anxiety is sufficiently quieted by his joy that Connor is back to flirting with him. Seems the rain washes away most ailments in this forest: fear, and even shame.
“I’ll call you later to check on you.”
“Get home safe, Jack.”
1:33AM
The rain has stopped when the radio wakes him.
Connor’s sigh fills the tower. ‘We got another one. Jack, do you copy?’
For all the fog holding Jack’s body, his eyes bleary and limbs weak, it must be some time in the small hours, confirmed by his glance at the little plastic face on his alarm clock. He manages to sit up slowly as the radio clicks on again, more apologetic this time. ‘I know it’s late but you’re going to want to see this. Jack? Jaack?’ I need you to wake up.’
“I’m coming,” he says to no one over Connor’s continued calling for him, and picks up the receiver. “Do you have any idea what time it is?”
His mirrored words from weeks ago don’t register to him, or maybe he’s simply too irritated to entertain him. ‘Look, Jack, I don’t have the energy to deal with this right now. I’m exhausted, and we’ve got smoke in the north on your side.’
“Another campfire?” Jack yawns into his arm.
‘I think so. See if you can get eyes on it and call me right back, all right?’
The sleep finally manages to roll off his shoulders, and he wonders how Connor is even upright with the bags under his eyes he saw that afternoon. Yet here he was, still working on his junk generator, still watching the trees. “You haven’t been to sleep yet, have you?”
‘I napped a little during the rain. And I would like to have electricity sooner rather than later, new guy—so no.’
“Get some rest. I’ll update you in the morning on anything that happens. If they don’t run away, I’ll book ‘em and give their info to the authorities tomorrow. Everything will be fine, so go to sleep. Please.”
Static on the other end wavers between what Jack thinks could either be contemplative silence, or simply Connor falling asleep sitting up. ‘I think I’ll take you up on that, actually.’
“Real sleep. Not napping for four hours and deciding to stay awake after you’ve gotten up to pee.”
He huffs, almost a chuckle. ‘Yes, sir.’
His sleepy reply, slurred against the radio receiver, is too soft for the typical smart-mouthed and defensive Connor who prefers to not be seen through. To hear him acquiesce without fuss makes Jack’s heart flutter, sparking his memory of the tender, sweet man who pulled him into his bed.
‘Goodnight, Jack.’
“Night.”
The radio clicks silent as the transmission closes.
Outside on the porch, Jack spots the smoke easily, down near the lake and to the north—exactly as Connor said. He grabs the binoculars from the top of his dresser, though he has to swipe the lenses clean with the bottom of his sweater before he can actually see to use them.
What he sees in those lenses stops his blood in his veins.
His hands fumble to clean the binoculars better, wipe away the scene in front of him, but when he looks again they’re still there. Dressed in black robes, heads covered with hoods and concealed down to their feet. The hoods are peculiar, nothing he’s ever seen on late-night documentary TV or read about in 99-cent paperback novels: horned, all black, except for a singular figure that stands in matching robes on the other side of the fire, all white.
In the center of them is a large bonfire, stacked with dead tree limbs, arranged in a rectangular funeral pyre and elevating a long bundle, wrapped in white. A body? He had to assume so, no matter how it cramped his stomach. To think anything else would be stupid, even if he wasn’t sure he would ever sleep again knowing this was the truth about the woods that had eluded him.
How he envied the stupid.
He fished for his cellphone, mournful the little plastic lenses’ resolution would only cast doubt over his claim. Regardless of it’s quality, he thought surely the experts could tell the image was undoctored, at least. He cursed his hands to stop shaking, fidgeting with the focus button for long seconds until he clicked the shutter—
And a flash lit up the forest.
The hooded figures froze, spinning to face the tower and meet his eyes through the cellphone’s pixelated screen. He jumped, managing not to scream but not strong enough to keep his grip on the phone. It slipped out of his hands, bouncing off the knotty boards, and down over the edge to it’s assured death.
“Fuck!”
A bird breaking the treetops in flight alerted him to their position, and the crunch of the trail as he spotted them running up the path to his tower.
“Oh—shit,” he whispered. There was no time to flee, too many stairs, nothing to do besides stay trapped like a treed fox to hungry hounds.
So he would just have to be trapped.
He darted back inside, thankfully the tower was already dark, no electronics buzzing to imply a human had only been there minutes ago. The space between the bed and the floor was a squeeze for a grown man, but he managed to slide into his hiding place moments before the sound of stomping boots came flying up the stairs.
They paused at his door long enough to jiggle the handle, to Jack’s wracking unease when the knob yielded easily.
How could I not lock it?, he thought with his hand pressed tight over his lips, eyes wide to watch black boots with thick, muddy soles wander back and forth across his floor. No doubt they studied his radio, feeling for warmth on the stove, any signs of immediate habitation.
They came to stop beside the bed, close enough to scent pungent, black leather polish and the ripped grass that clogged the grooves of their tread. Jack held his breath, surely a collapsed diaphragm would be less painful than immolation—
And then they were gone. Out the door, beyond his sight, though without the clunking of boots on metal stairs.
I have to go now.
He bolted without hesitation, shoes skidding on the damp, uneven floor, out the door and nearly over the railing when he launched himself into the face of the cultist. They gasped, too surprised to suppress it as Jack braced—and ran.
He skidded down the steps, his leverage completely in the fulcrum of his grip on the railing, until he reached the bottom. Footsteps followed him, there was just too little time, all alone, nowhere to hide—
From inside the portable toilet, he waited.
The cultist appeared to know the trail as well as he did, no surprise there, as Jack watched them track down to the fork in the path. They paused, spinning, searching for footprints to deduce his direction of travel or listen harder to hear his running. In the quiet, Jack slipped away, out of the toilet and around the tower. North, to the only ally he had.
2:57 AM
Connor is as asleep as anyone had ever seen him, sprawled across the little bed, on top of the blanket and with his boots still on. He snores quietly, unaware how Jack scrambles up the flights of stairs to his door, until frantic, repeated knocking on the window panes rattles him awake with a snort.
“H-huh? Hello?” The room swims into focus, as does the pounding headache at being denied his rest.
‘Connor! Connor, wake up! Please!’ He hears a voice among the tapping, trying to be quiet despite their urgency.
“Jack? Jack!”
His body protests in cracking joints as he hauls himself up, the door slamming open the moment the lock’s hammer is flicked free.
“Whoa, Jack—” He staggered back to not be mowed down. “What happened? What are you doing?”
Jack hardly heard him with his heart hammering in his ears, eyes darting across the dark through the window panes, breath ragged as Connor gripped him by the shoulders.
“STOP. Jack, stop.” He repeated, gentler when he finally stood still. “What’s wrong?”
“Do you have a gun?”
“Do I—what?” Connor looked him over, his bloodshot eyes, clammy skin. Disheveled hair stuck to his face and neck with sweat despite the cool night, like he had seen a ghost. Or some kind of monster.
“There’s something really wrong in these woods, Connor, I—don’t look away from me! The smoke in the woods wasn’t a campfire, it was a bonfire! I think they were b-burning a body, a—we have to go. Now. They know I saw them!”
“Are you… drunk?” Connor asked, though he knew nothing of his friend’s haggard demeanor suggested he was anything other than horrifically sober, frightened for his life and seized by adrenaline.
“I’m not DRUNK, why do you always—why do you DO that?”
“Do what, Jack? Be sensible? You have to know how this all sounds.”
“Oh, you would, Connor. Of course you would,” he spat, his frown twisted by disgust while he worried if their friendship would survive this life-and-death difference of opinion. “You always do this.”
“I care about you, Jack, I don’t want to see you destroyed by this conspiracy theory. Look at yourself. It’s eating you.”
“It’s not a conspiracy theory. I’ve seen it!” He pleaded.
“Yeah well, I haven’t.” Connor’s dismissive wave made his stomach swim, a half-hearted gesture that didn’t reach the pull of his frown. “Why can you see it but I can’t?”
“Don’t you get it? They leave you alone because you’re the perfect skeptic. Why would they risk scaring off somebody who willingly covers for them at every opportunity?”
“That’s… bullshit,” Connor says, though he doesn’t sound nearly as confident as his words suggest, and he fidgets where he stands by the sink.
“That’s not possible. I’ve worked here for years! And this creepy stuff only started happening for the last few months.”
“So you HAVE seen things?”
“… No,” he backpedals. “I’ve found empty campsites, of course they’re empty because these stupid fucking kids take off and hide in the woods when they don’t want to get in trouble. People disappear because they mess with bears, or get lost because they went hiking with no equipment. It’s not ghosts, it’s not cults, there’s a reasonable, rational explanation for everything that happens out here.”
“Do you think I chased myself here?”
“Someone’s chasing you?” Connor’s eyes flicked over to the baseball bat he kept beside the door, and the rifle case beside it.
“You of all people, please believe me. I know what I saw, and I—if I hadn’t dropped my phone, I could show you.”
“You… took a picture? And lost it.”
“Stop looking at me like that.”
“How else am I supposed to look, Jack?” He threw out his arms in a huff. “I’m willing to believe you if you could show me something but you can’t, very conveniently, which isn’t saying anything against you.”
“It feels like it, Connor. It feels like I’m alone in this, like I’ve been alone in—in everything else. Only now, I’m afraid for my life.”
Connor is quiet as he takes him in, all his thoughts and scenarios playing out visibly across his honest face in order of possibility. He had always been honest, above all else, to the point he became stagnant, ever unchanging when his stubborn nature left him pigeon-holed to become unchallenged.
“What do you want me to do?” He said finally, with nothing more than earnestness. Anything Jack wanted, from him or from the world, he would find a way to make it happen.
“… Don’t let them kill me.”
“Jack,” he whispers, a plea.
“Don’t.”
Connor ignores his quiet protest, crossing the room to fold him into his arms. He holds back some self-serving comment about “it’s okay to cry but it’s not okay to hide” in favor of staying quiet, a rock for Jack to cling to until his shaking subsides.
“Dawns a long way off still. Let’s get some rest, and tomorrow I’ll do anything you need me to, make any phone call you want me to make. Okay?”
“I’m leaving tomorrow. I would have left right now but I… I couldn’t make sense of the trails in the dark, scared as I was.”
He resists the urge to squeeze his hands into Jack’s fleece, reminds himself: this wasn’t about his feelings, and they could talk about everything else once Jack was somewhere he felt safe.
“You could have led a killer to my door, chasing up the stairs like that.”
“Don’t make fun of me—”
“I’m not. I mean, I don’t mean to.” He thumbs his cheek, as close to an apology as Jack was going to get.
“Come on. Bed time, Jack.”
He gets under the blanket without protest, mildly mournful the sheets smell of detergent instead of the night they spent together. Connor goes through his nightly routine with no input from Jack, though the latter notices how he checks the lock twice and props the baseball bat beside his alarm clock.
Even if Jack hadn’t managed to convince him of the truth, hopefully these seeds of doubt would carry them through.
~*~
A scream rips him from his sleep. Not a red fox, a real, frightened—Connor’s scream.
Jack flies out of the bed, feet tangled in the blanket, the old quilt almost ripping as he frees himself and looks back to see he slept alone. The flashlight from the desk is gone, the wood fire a semblance of embers. He ponders only briefly the rifle case Connor had moved to under the bed, deciding it would be more of a danger than help when he’s never shot a gun in his life.
He dashes out the door with the only two weapons he was qualified to use: bear mace, and the bat.
The scrapes and grunts of a struggle float up from the stairwell, all the while Jack poured more sweat with every stair, terrified he would get down to the bottom step in time to see Connor murdered right in front of him.
From the top of the last flight, he could finally see them: Connor splayed across the ground, felled from a wound Jack couldn’t see, and the cultist who stalked a few paces away. In the yellow of the floodlights, he spotted the silver gleam of a Bowie knife, probably flung away by a resourceful Connor.
“Connor!!” Jack hoped his shout would provoke him to rise, move, speak, but he laid still, and the cultist turned their attention to him.
To him, the bat seemed a decent plan to survive, until he realized a grown man wasn’t a practice ball shot from a pitching machine, and this was someone who overpowered Connor, a former soldier who was both taller and stronger than Jack. Their gloved hand clamped down on the end of the bat, enough to remove any kind of momentum from his swing, but couldn’t defend against Jack ramming the tip into their face with all his weight.
They go down in a heap, the thud of the cultist breaking his fall slamming in both their chests.
Panting and scrambling to make some distance, he immediately crawled over to Connor. “Connor! Wake up, please, come on. We gotta get out of here before he wakes up—”
“Pfft, fuck.” He spluttered in the dirt beneath his face, roused by Jack’s vigorous shaking. “Jack? Oh god.”
He winced, holding his face where his cheekbone was already splotchy and swelling with a scrape that oozed pin-holes of blood. “He—hit me… with one of my wrenches when I grabbed the knife.”
“It doesn’t look that bad,” Jack lied. “You’re okay. Let’s get out of here, can you walk?”
“Yeah, my legs are fine. It’s my head that’s killing me.”
“Come on.”
Jack recalls making the hike alone weeks ago, so unaware he walked into an underworld he couldn’t begin to understand, now forced to run from those woods and the job that was once his sanctuary. Beside him, Connor worked his jaw to assess the damage with one hand, his other clamped around Jack’s, worried he might be snatched away into the dark and never seen again.
“Did you park in this lot?” Jack asked.
“No, my… sister dropped me off. She has my truck.”
“Let’s take my RV then—”
His words were cut off by the snapping of twigs behind them, and the sudden, deafening crack of a baseball bat hitting the tree beside his head, the tip splintering off to fling into the bushes. Still reeling from his own wound, Connor stumbled, and Jack’s quick decision to duck, thus leaving his skull intact, took them both down into the dirt.
The forest is too crowded by trees to offer light, and the clearing of the parking lot—just at the end of the path—seems forever away as they struggle to process their surroundings. Jack feels the world slow down, thick and oily behind the lens of his panic, his legs pinned by the body of the cultist grappling him. He sees the flash of a knife, clear and silver, a spike of moonlight coming down in an arc towards the vulnerable rise and fall of his chest.
But pain never comes.
Connor cries out above him, the knife caught by the meat of his calf, a predicted outcome to his choice to kick the cultist away.
The world slams into fast forward, the coppery smell of Connor’s blood in the air and petrichor in his aching lungs when he reaches for his bear spray.
Anger seizes him, hearing Connor thud to the ground beside him—and empties the can into the cultist’s face. Behind the blood rushing in his ears, the can clinks against a tree when he flings it to the side.
“Let’s go, Connor, come on.” He reaches under his shoulders to haul him up with a groan that betrays how much strength it requires.
He doesn’t remember getting to the RV. Looking back, his memory stops at the open gate to the park, finding the guard shack empty, dark, and resumes on the road, the yellow headlights the only source of light on the two-lane blacktop, among the sound of Connor’s panting where he lays on the bench. His stinging eyes look to his hands, scratched and bleeding, white-knuckled around the steering wheel, until the road blurs and he has to stop.
~*~
The first call Jack makes is to Billy, that he was right and neither he nor Connor were ever setting foot into those woods ever again. That he could send their last paychecks to the addresses on file and donate their stuff to the little church he passed on the drive up there.
The second phone call he makes is to directory assistance, whose bored operator scoots their study materials aside long enough to locate the nearest hospital to the mile marker he gave.
He walks Connor into the emergency room with his arm around his chest, both men spattered with mud and dark, dried blood. A few hours later, Connor passes through the automatic doors a second time alone, squinting up into the bright light of the overhead sign and navigating around the cracks in the sidewalk with the finesse of someone who had used crutches at least a few times before.
Still double-parked in the fire lane where he left him, Jack smokes against the side of the RV.
“I would have come back inside if you called me, said they were releasing you.” He presses the rest of his cigarette out and opens the cabin door for him.
Connor regards the open door with suspicion, gaze torn between the concrete path and Jack’s waiting offer.
“You have my phone. And I didn’t… know if you would still be here when I got out.”
“I told you I was just going to smoke. They wouldn’t keep you for too long for a puncture wound, would they? I mean, unless you needed surgery but I would have just posted up by the road and taken a nap.”
“That’s not—” Connor cuts himself off with a sigh, a stuttering, weak thing.
“I know that’s not what you meant.” The sound of Jack’s voice, alarmingly sober and gentle, captures his vulnerable gaze.
“I’m not mad, you know. I was—worried, more than anything. Just let me take you home, I’ll take you anywhere you want to go. Somewhere safe.”
The last few months had been a nightmare, a long “based on a true story” tale meant to be told around a campfire, one that gossipy summer camp counselors will inevitably shorten to make more exciting. As he studies the softness of Jack’s open face: the hazel eyes struggling to hold him, the dried mud behind his ear that he probably missed while washing his face in the hospital restroom—he doesn’t want to cut them out. Of all the people he wanted to forget, Jack wasn’t one of them.
Behind the waiting room glass, the little collection of small-town locals (one stomach bug, a couple who gave each other the flu, and one who came in for a fireworks incident) all lean forward in their chairs to watch the two kiss, hearing the muffled clatter of Connor’s crutches falling to the sidewalk.
A nurse clears her throat from around the desk. “Next, please.”
ONE WEEK LATER
When Jack awakes, it’s to the gentle, filtered sunshine coming through the curtains on the RV, and the awkward tilt of his head on the bare mattress. He found out immediately that Connor sleeps how he lives: unapologetic, deliberately, a thief of pillows, not blankets, especially after they worked out a system to prop up his wounded leg for a better rest.
From where he’s curled around Jack’s pillow, his back is so warm, the shampoo from his midnight shower still strong behind his ears as Jack slides in close to wrap the blanket back over them both.
“It’s hot,” he hears a muffled rumble.
“Nah. It’s cold, actually.” Jack teases him quietly, placing kisses over the slope of his shoulder and the old tattoo while he tries to squirm away from warm breath and warmer lips.
“Are you hungry?”
“Sleepy.” His breath puffs across the pillowcase.
“Mm. Keep Just Jack company for me, will you?” He places a kiss behind Connor’s ear and climbs out of the bed to look for his clothes.
Connor huffed to himself, a half-asleep chuckle at Jack’s request, almost a joke if not for him cracking open his eyes to glance at the stuffed bear sitting on the windowsill beside a short stack of rented DVDs. A gift from Jack, the little card in his arms declaring “Get Well Soon” in a bright blue cursive, bought alongside a candy bar from the first truck stop they came to after crossing state lines.
Jack had stuttered to defend himself when he saw Connor’s unamused expression, one crutch under his arm and the receipt for gas in the other hand. He rushed off towards the trash can, thinking himself rejected, when Connor snatched the bear away.
“You said it was for me, right? So he’s mine… Thank you.” He said, as Jack bumped the gas nozzle on the RV’s paint at least twice trying to get it into the hole.
“What do we name him? What’s Jack short for?”
“Nothing.” He shrugged. “No secret government name. Just Jack.”
Connor looked to the bear in his hands, smoothing the ruffled fur on it’s ears. “Sounds perfect, actually.”
When Connor awoke the second time, it was to the digital sound of Jack answering his voicemails at the table. ‘Message saved. Please press 1 to return to the main menu, or press 3 to delete.’
“Jack?” He called over his shoulder, smelling breakfast and coffee when his brain finally came back. Yet, even after a week of nursing his wound, he never managed to remember not to stretch his bad leg when he wanted to shake off the sleep.
“Fuck, that stings.”
“You want a pain pill? I made some eggs, toast will only take a second.”
He huffed, a discontented, sweet sigh, his hair ruffled and good leg sticking out from the rumpled comforter. “I want you to come back to bed.”
“Miss me that much already?” said Jack, meaning it to be a tease but unable to hide how his throat suddenly stings.
Somebody wanted him. Not just somebody, actually, someone who’s company he also enjoyed. Framed by the sunshine in the curtains and the warmth of his eyes, he had to touch, needed to feel him—make sure he was real.
“I only left to make food and answer my phone.” His feigned confidence doesn’t fool Connor, a master of the art himself, and he makes a small, vulnerable sound against his lips when he pulls him in.
“Wait, I have to tell you something,” he gasps when Connor busies himself with the side of his neck, mischievous fingers opening his shirt as far as it went and pulling the collar away to give himself access to more skin.
“How important is it to you? Really?” His teeth pull playfully at the skin near his pulse.
“They offered me my old job back. At the other park.”
Connor’s mouth clicks gently as he releases him, pondering the statement for far less time than Jack had assumed he would need. “Do you want it?”
“Not really… but I wanted to know what you t-thought.” The kisses have resumed in double time, pinkening his neck and weakening his legs where he kneels above him.
“There’s a lot of parks, all over the country. How about we drive until we find one we like?”
“… We can.” He says, suddenly, as if Connor had proclaimed to have discovered a new science. Unlatching him from his neck is full of mumbled protests and one spiteful snap at his open collar, but he manages to gently lay him against the pillow to meet his eyes plainly.
“What do you say, Connor? Want to stay with me?”
“I just told you I—”
“Not that. Tell me what you want to do.”
No one speaks for long minutes, and Jack stays perfectly still to allow himself to be seen. All of him. For as long as Connor needs to see him, however he wants, because months of uncertainty, fear, and doubt have pushed him repeatedly into the first spotlight that hasn’t burned, the first firelight that feels like home. He isn’t prepared for Connor to break the stillness by pulling him close.
Strong arms, fit for chopping firewood and building houses, feel too much like the quivering arms of a scared young boy around his neck, the one who fled an iron home into the fists of the army, and then to the open palms of a string of lovers until he decided the middle of nowhere was the only place to get some peace.
Jack holds him without hesitation, drinking in his affection, what he feels is selfishly, to find peace among the embrace of a person who is suffering. It feels better than the drink, better than the cigarettes he fell into when the drink threatened to kill him, as filling to his heart and soul as the kindest, rarest words: “I’m proud of you.”
He is so proud of them.
“I want you to keep me.” Connor admits to the skin of his cheek, too prideful to say anymore, lest he risk drawing attention to the moisture he’s leaving on his shirt.
“And I want to be kept by you.”
Jack knows they are tears, of course he does. He knows because his face is wet too, and he is so happy, so proud they are alive to cry. Deliriously happy they cry together. Of all the choices they made to survive, to fight, to run—together is the reason they live.
AN: Thank you for reading, likes and reblogs are always welcome! ❤️
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Bad Liar (Matt Murdock x Reader)
Author’s Note: *ahem* *mouth trumpet fanfare noises* *confetti* This is for my dear sweet Amanda’s ( @mattmurdocksscars ) 1,500 writing challenge!!! Amanda is such a wonderful human who I am in awe of every time I see her stories pop up on my dash--my sweet baby angel is as talent as all heck!!! I’m so glad I could participate. This was so incredibly fun to write, and I literally got it done in maybe 40 minutes after inspiration struck after a meeting today. It was nice to do a little change in pace as I fight writers block for other things. Enjoy, my darling, and congrats again!! :)
Summary: You have been going strong with Matt for quite some time, but it turns out there was something that you didn’t know about him that Foggy divulged, even though he was sworn to secrecy. When Matt comes home and find you trying to get into a locked closet, the truth comes out.
Prompt: “Need any help?”
Warnings: Angst (lil conflict and misunderstanding since the reader doesn’t know about Matt’s, uh, extracurricular activities -- Matt goes a bit Devil mode in his tone for a second), fluff and softness (emotion an memories involving Jack), implied smut
Other Characters: Foggy Nelson (mentioned)
Word Count: 1,236
“Hey, Matty,” you say with a smile, trying your hardest not to panic or laugh as you look at him from right in front of his closet under the roof access stairs.
He narrows his eyes slightly in suspicion as he moves along the hallway before he places his glasses on the countertop. “Hi, angel,” he says, his voice smooth as butter. “Need any help?”
“Hm? No,” you say nonchalantly as you casually saunter over towards him. You place your arms gently on his shoulders and let them slide down to his arms, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “It was just a long day, and I missed you. That’s all.”
“So, you were by where I keep my dad’s trunk because you missed me?”
“Yes.” Unfortunately, it’s not entirely convincing for your boyfriend.
“You really shouldn’t poke your nose behind locked doors, (Y/N),” he says, his voice lower than you’re used to. It sends a chill down your spine.
“I’m just thinking I should know things about the man I’m in a relationship with,” you tell him as you try to keep your heart from racing. With the nerves and adrenaline coursing through your veins, you lean forward, brushing your lips against his ear as you whisper. “Like that my boyfriend had an earring in high school and undergrad?”
You watch as bright pink begins to burn the tips of his ears, his skin much hotter than before, the muscle in his jaw feathering. You press a kiss on his cheek, fixing the hair that swoops on his forehead with your fingers, the feeling in your gut telling you that you need to lighten and soften the intense mood. “Knowledge of that image would make me question your street cred as a lawyer, huh?”
Matt lets out a nervous laugh before a smile that crinkles the corners of his eyes pulls across his face after a solid few seconds of processing your words.
“Y-Yeah,” he stutters, wrapping his hands around your waist. “Can’t have you spreading that to all of New York, now can I?”
“I know I shouldn’t have been snooping, but Foggy had mentioned a photo album and said ‘the evidence is all there to prove that Matt Murdock had an awkward phase’. It was nowhere else in the apartment, so I figured it had to be there. I’m sorry that I made you that upset. That wasn’t my intention.”
“No, no, I’m not upset. I just wish you would have asked me first.”
“So you wouldn’t have tried to call Foggy a ‘traitorous liar’ or a ‘scabby sea bass’?”
“‘Scabby sea bass’?”
“I think it has something to do with the alleged earring in question. That, and it sounded like he was watching Pirates of the Caribbean.”
“Ah,” Matt says softly, his entire demeanor following his tone. “But, no, none of those phrases exactly. I would have tried to deflect your attention from seeing those pictures, though.”
“Deflect all you want, Murdock, but nothing is going to get seeing those pictures off of my mind.”
“Even if I do that thing with the silk sheets you like?”
“Mm, a very good attempt. Might even work. But I still want to see them. Pretty please?”
“Not the pretty please,” he smirks playfully before leaning into a kiss that wrinkles the fabric of your shirt. “Give me a second, and I’ll grab it.”
You move to sit on the couch as Matt retrieves the album and makes the quick trip next to you, the spine of the book cracking from not being used for a long time. You let out a soft gasp as you see pictures of Matt from the youngest points of his childhood.
“You were so small, Matty,” you coo as your eyes move over a page of baby pictures.
“We were all that small once, y’know, not just me,” he chuckles.
“Wow,” you breathe, pausing on a picture of a man holding infant Matt in a big comfy chair. Your fingers gently trace over the edges of the picture. “This must be your dad. You look like him.”
Matt doesn’t respond to that claim. Instead, he slides down into the couch slightly and wraps his arm around your shoulders. You slowly move through the pages, enjoying these little snippets of Matt’s life until you find a picture that looks like it’s from his undergrad years. His hair is long and floppy with the 2000s swoosh across his forehead. He’s sitting on the floor in black jeans and a gray henley, resting against a sofa, smiling at something someone out of frame is doing. Then it catches your eye: a thin little silver sliver of metal looping on his left earlobe.
“Oh my God,” you say with a giggle, leaning forward as you bring the scrapbook up to your face.
“I was convinced it looked cool,” he sighs with a little laugh. “Clearly, a blind guy should not determine what looks fashionable, nor should it be encouraged by other college boys.”
“Matty, you look hot,” you say as you linger on the image. “And since when do you have chest hair? You’re as smooth as a seal!”
“Oh, come on.”
“I’m being serious.”
“Are you telling me that you’re turned on by my 2000s look and my chest hair?”
“Firstly, Matthew, you should know that you always turn me on. Secondly, yes. College me is going feral inside, right now. I need to know, though: did you ever wear a necklace or any kind of rings at all?”
“Yeah, sometimes. The rings were every once in a blue moon, though. Parties and things like that.”
“Matthew,” you moan, feeling your cheeks grow hot. This man will be the death of you. You twist and lean forward to take a peek at his ear. “Oh my God, you can still kinda see the hole from the piercing.”
“Again, not my best choice. Besides, like you said, it’d ruin my credit as a really good lawyer.”
“Fine, if you don’t want to bring back the earring, how about the chest hair?”
“Seriously?”
“Stupendously serious,” you say with a straight face.
“I’ll think about it. Chest hair would make it harder too—.” He cuts himself off before he can finish that sentence.
“Harder to what?”
“We can talk about that a little later,” he deflects with a kiss to your neck. His hands wrap around your hips and spin you into his lap so you face his front and straddle his legs. “I was thinking, while you were here, maybe we can do that thing with the silk sheets?”
“Matthew Murdock, are you trying to distract me?”
“Not at all,” he says as his hands lazily rub up your waist and down your thighs. You can tell he’s lying, but he’s already shown you one thing about him today that he probably didn’t want to, and this position is so nice. Not to mention the memories of what he is suggesting sends an erotic shiver throughout your body.
“Okay, then, Murdock,” you hum with a smile as you lean forward. “Do your worst. Make me feel all kinds of good.”
In one swift movement, he lifts you up from the couch, making you clutch onto his shoulders and wrap your legs tightly around his waist.
“Trust me, angel. When we’re done, those pictures will be the furthest thing from your mind.”
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What I write and who I write for
Movies/shows
Gotham
Star wars
Spartacus
Boardwalk Empire
Marvel
DC
The Walking Dead
The Witcher
Salem
Star Trek
Harry Potter
Fantastic Beasts
IT
Barry
Stranger Things
The pirates of the Caribbean
Lotr
The Hobbit
NCIS
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Gotham characters I write for
Oswald Cobblepot
Jerome Valeska
Jeremiah Valeska
Jim Gordon
Harvey Bullock
Ed Nygma
Alfred Pennyworth
Mr. Freeze
Victor Zsasz
Butch Gilzean
Star Wars characters I write for
Darth Maul
Kylo Ren
Darth Vader
Han Solo
Poe Dameron
Lando Calrissian
Finn
Boba Fett
Jango Fett
Din Djarin
Paz Vizsla
Spartacus characters I write for
Ashur
Gannicus
Crixus
Agron
Spartacus
Glaber
Caesar
Boardwalk Empire characters I write for
Al Capone
Richard Harrow
Eli Thompson
Frank Capone
Ralph Capone
Nelson Van Alden
Arnold Rothstein
Meyer
Lucky Luciano
Gyp Rosetti
Marvel characters I write for
Tony Stark
Steve Rogers
Scott Lang
Stephen Strange
Zemo
Loki
Thor
Clint Barton
Bruce Banner
Peter Parker
Bucky Barnes ❤️
Ultron
Pietro Maximoff
Peter Quill
Drax
Yondu Udonta
Ronan
Rocket (platonic! We ain't furries here!)
Groot (platonic)
DC characters I write for
Superman
Batman
Bane
Joker (Heath ledger or Jared Leto)
Captain Boomerang
Chato Santana
Rick Flag
Oliver Queen
Slade Wilson (Manu Bennett)
X-Men characters I write for
Victor Creed
Wolverine
Colossus
Deadpool
Cable
TWD characters I write for
Aaron
Father Gabriel
Rick Grimes
Negan Smith
Shane Walsh
Daryl Dixon
Merle Dixon
Eugene Porter
Abraham Ford
Paul "Jesus" Rovia
The Witcher characters I write for
Geralt
Jaskier
Filavandrel
Mousesack
Eskel
Salem characters I write for
John Alden
Cotton Mather
Beelzebub/ The Sentinel
Samael
Sebastian Marburg
Star trek characters I write for
Captain Kirk
Spock
Dr. McCoy
Quark
General Martok
Weyoun
Damar
Dukat
Garak
Julian Bashir
Shran
Captain Archer
Malcolm Reed
Trip Tucker
Phlox
Harry Potter characters I write for
Harry Potter
Draco Malfoy
George Weasley
Fred Weasley
Neville Longbottom
Lucius Malfoy
Remus Lupin
Sirius Black
Severus Snape
Fantastic Beasts characters I write for
Newt Scamander
Percival Graves
Albus Dumbledore
Gellert Grindelwald (Mikkelsen or Depp)
Jacob Kowalski
IT characters I write for
Richie Tosier
Ben Hanscom
Bill Denbrough
Eddie Kaspbrak
Henry Bowers
Pennywise/ Bob Gray
Barry characters I write for
Barry Berkman
Noho Hank
Monroe Fuches (As father figure)
Stranger Things characters I write for
Steve Harrington
Billy Hargrove
Dustin Henderson (platonic or as little brother)
Eddie Munson
Pirates Off The Caribbean characters I write for
Jack Sparrow....."Captain! Jack Sparrow!"
Captain Barbossa
William Turner
Bootstrap Bill
Davy Jones
James Norrington
Cutler Beckett
Salazar
Lotr characters I write for
Boromir
Faramir
Samwise Gamgee
Mary
Pippin
Aragorn
Haldir
Legolas
Elrond
Èomer
The Hobbit characters I write for
Bilbo
Thorin
Fili
Kili
Bard
Elrond
Thranduil
Legolas
Azog
NCIS characters I write for
Tony Dinozzo
Tim McGee
Joshany Gibbs
YouTubers I write for
Mully VR
Josh dub
Your favorite Narrator
Juicy
Eddie VR
Smashing
Jacksepticeye
Markiplier/Mark's egos
Angry Cops
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What I will write
Smut/NSFW
fluff
Male character x Fem reader
Traumatized reader dynamic
Mentions of abuse
Mentions of Death
Mentions of Blood
Slight torture
Knife play
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What I won't write
Male Character x Male reader (Unless platonic)
Fem Character x Fem reader (Unless platonic)
Incest
Rape (depends on Character and how graphic)
Pegging
Gore
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Hello and welcome to my mixed mosh little corner of tumblr. Here I write for a variety of fandoms and characters. Primarily will be featuring drabbles with the occasional longer piece. Headcanons will feature from time to time.
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Below you will find some more information on who and what I write.
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What I will write:
Angst
Fluff
Smut
Platonic relationships
Alpha/Omega dynamics
What I won’t write:
Snuff
Rape, rape play, non con
Underage
Inc*st
Real person fic
Marvel: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Alexei Shostakov, Peter Parker, Victor Creed, Deacon Frost, Peter Quinn, Frank Castle, Matt Murdock, Foggy Nelson, Bruce Banner, Brock Rumlow, Nathan Summers, Eddie Brock, Cletus Kasady, Otto Octavius
DC Universe: Bruce Wayne, Harvey Bullock, Jim Gordon, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Jonathan Crane, Clark Kent, Arthur Curry
Stranger Things: James Hopper, Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers
Stargate Atlantis: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Ronan Dex, Carson Beckett
Sons of Anarchy: Jackson “Jax” Teller, Harry “Opie” Winston, Filip “Chibs” Telford, Juan Carlos “Juice” Ortiz, Lincoln Potter, Galen O'Shay
The Walking Dead: Rick Grimes, Shane Walsh, Negan Smith
What We Do in the Shadows: Nandor the Relentless, Guillermo de la Cruz, Laszlo Cravensworth
Resident Evil: Karl Heisenberg, Albert Wesker, Chris Redfield
Ted Lasso: Ted Lasso, Coach Beard, Jamie Tartt, Roy Kent
Good Omens: Gabriel, Aziraphale, Crowley
Video Games: Connor RK800, CaptainJonathan Price, Simon Ghost Riley, Sniper
Movies: Finn Brody (Godzilla), Raleigh Becket (Pacific Rim), Terry Malone (Black and Blue), Abe Guevara (Point Blank), Bobby O’Neill (The Hitman’s Wife’s Bodyguard), Guy Clifton (The Crash), Roy Pulver (Boss Level), Sloan (Into the Ashes) Braxton Wolff (The Accountant), Ethan Sawyer (Those Who Wish Me Dead), Bradley James (Grudge Match), Sam Rossi (Sweet Virginia), Mr. McCarthy (Me, Earl, and the Dying Girl), Grady Travis (Fury), Griff (Baby Driver), Adam Frawley (The Town), Buddy (Baby Driver), Clyde Brenek (The Posession), Patrick Sullivan (The Accidental Husband), Harvey Russell (Rampage), Jude Fisher (Peace, Love, and Misunderstanding), Luke Vaughn (Heist), Franklin Clay (The Losers), Max (The Resident), Nicomund the Red/Santa Claus (Violent Night), Doug Dennison (Sleepless), Frank Masters (The Equalizer), Hellboy (2019), Alex Baldr (Max Payne), Matt Graver (Sicario), Douglas Hunsiker (The Rise of the Planet of the Apes), Steve Emmett (Boa vs Python), Joe Braven (Braven), Lee Christmas (The Expendables), Deckard Shaw (Fast & Furious)
Musicals: Jack Kelly (Newsies), Dewey Finn (School of Rock), Hades (Hadestown)
Tv shows: Ike Evans (Magic City), Jason Crouse (The Good Wife), John Winchester (Supernatural), Mason Baldwin (Elementary), Colton Fisk (The Equalizer), Kevin Tidwell (Life), Declan Murphy (Law & Order: SVU), Eugene McGillicutty (Royal Pains), Chuck Martin (ER), Dickie Flood (Th Practice), Malcolm Bright (Prodigal Son)
Tolkien: Boromir, Faramir, Eomer
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12 Days of Smuff: Day 2
Jack Nelson x Eva Smith (oc)
Day 2: Dreams and Dirty Talk
Cw: somnophilia, vaginal fingering, dirty talk.
For all his talk of nothing changing in his life once he found a wife, Jack could admit having a wife who satisfied him was wholly unexpected.
Jack had never been the type to stick to one woman since he was old enough to sweet talk girls and now he comes home craving his woman despite the house full of brats.
Eva had to hire a second nanny to help with Rosie’s special needs and the three-year-old twin girls they had two years after Katherine.
Six children were a handful even if they were so fun to make. Sure Eva fought with God himself as she used every weapon at her disposal to keep her body as perfect as it was a decade ago, but damn it was worth the trouble.
If only they didn’t tire their mother so much.
Jack had some business to deal with making him come home late enough to find a cold dinner and the incense Eva burns when they fuck burned out.
“If you were awake, I’d fuck another baby into you, sweetheart.” Jack whispers as he pressed a kiss at her hair ---done in waves for the occasion--- and settled for spooning her instead.
His hands roam her front, using the excuse of getting comfortable to feel her up and slip a hand under her nightgown to stroke the genie’s lamp. Something she pretends not to like and something that tells him Eva didn’t let the rose incense go to waste.
“So you had your fun while daddy was out bringing home the bacon, sweetheart?” He asks the sleeping woman as his rough and calloused fingers find the aftermath of an orgasm he didn’t cause.
Well, Jack’s gonna have to remedy that, won’t he? The gangster thinks to himself as the light touching of his wife’s pussy turns into something that’s bound to wake her up from whatever dream she’s having.
They’ve done this before, her napping with him on a hammock down at their place in Florida and his wandering hands gave her a very good dream and him a fantastic afternoon.
She’d gotten back at him by waking him up with her wicked mouth on his dick the next morning and soon it became a habit.
Doesn’t take much for Jack’s fingers to make sleeping beauty dream of him fucking her going by the way she mumbles ‘oh god, jack’ and begs for him to fuck her harder.
Her dark eyes flash open as she cums around his fingers and stays there gasping for air wondering what the fuck happened.
“Did you have a good dream, baby?” he asks as he admires his handiwork.
Whatever deal his wife made with the devil for him was worth every penny.
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Jack Admits He Wants a Child with You
Jack Nelson x wife reader
Summary: Jack admits how much he wants to have a child with his new wife.
Author's Note: A small blurb requested by a lovely anon who wanted to see Jack's breeding kink in play with his wife. Mostly fluffy with a bit of smut.
Warnings: language, mention of pregnancy, breeding kink, light smut
You held your hair off your neck as Jack slowly unbuttoned your dress, giggling to yourself at his reflection in the mirror. His brow was furrowed with concentration as his large fingers fumbled with the tiny buttons. As your tender flesh was revealed to him little by little he leaned down to kiss your soft skin, relishing the smell of soap and gardenias. You adored the way he took care of you so gently.
When he reached the last button, the material fell and you caught it at your breasts before it could fall to your waist. You met his gaze in the mirror for a moment before looking away shyly. Jack chuckled at your show of modesty even after two months of marriage. He loved the fact that you were a good Catholic girl at heart.
He coaxed your clutched hands from the fabric and watched it slip past your ample breasts as he placed a delicate kiss to your bare shoulder. “You’re so fucking gorgeous. Gonna give me the most beautiful babies” he said running his hands over your waist and down to the swell of your hips, giving them a gentle squeeze.
“You think about that?” You said eyes bright with adoration for your husband.
“Course I do, sweetheart,” he said bringing his left hand to rest over your soft stomach. “I want to make you a mother more than anything,” he admitted caressing your midsection as though a child were already inside of you. You toyed with his wedding ring and dropped your head back onto his broad chest.
“I wish I was already pregnant, Jack,” you said wistfully.
Jack leaned down to your ear cooing softly, “It won’t be long, angel. You give yourself to me whenever I ask like a good wife, don’t you?” You nodded proving how agreeable and obedient you were.
“That’s right cause you’re my good girl,” he said tucking your hair behind your ear, beaming at you with pride. He leaned down capturing you in a bear hug from behind and you gasped at the feeling of his hard length pressing into your backside. “Oh, Jack!”
He chuckled, “I can’t help it, doll. The thought of my sweet angel swollen with my child…it does things to me.”
You turned in his arms and he kissed you passionately. He picked you up and carried you over to the bed. “Gonna fill you up right now.”
“Yes, please,” you whispered with desire.
Read Part 2 here.
#Peaky Blinders fanfic#Peaky Blinders imagine#Jack Nelson fanfic#Jack Nelson imagine#Jack Nelson x female reader#Jack Nelson smut
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None of our business
Chapter 01
Pairing: College!Matt Murdock x fem!reader
Summary: You are a winner. Always have been and always will be. In your final year at Colombia you're aiming to earn an internship from an esteemed law firm which will ensure the success of your career post law school. Someone however, is making life difficult and his name is Matt Murdock. For some reason he's always in your business, everywhere you turn he's there and while you never expected it maybe he's just what you need.
Word count:3.4k
Warnings: swearing, people acting absolutely unhinged and ‼️T/W Frat Bros‼️ (Future SMUT I promise 🤞🏻😮💨)
a/n: academic rivals mixed with work/office rivals. Matt and reader are somehow smart enough to be in law school but not smart enough to realise they like each other. Also ALOT of these background characters are OC’s and the only people mentioned from the daredevil series is Foggy(nelson) and Jack (Matts Dad)
(not gonna lie that summary was a lil corny 💀please forgive me 🙏🏻)
You’ve always been the best at what you do. You uphold yourself to a high standard and its gotten you all the way to your final year studying law at Columbia. It feels surreal at times wondering if you deserve this but you remember how hard you have worked and how proud you will be once you’ve become the best lawyer in New York.
Tonight you’ve got a shift at the local bar and restaurant Barry’s. You’re the star waitress and have earned some regulars who tip very well every time you’re on. Tonight though you are really considering quitting. It’s not only one of the busiest nights due to the Columbia Lions winning last nights football game and their victory party being hosted by Barry’s but you are also responsible for the new trainee who is truly testing your patience. “Foggy, you cannot stay at a table for over 30 minutes after giving them their food. Being overly friendly will not get you tips it will get you fired” you sigh in frustration and you can see he feels bad for upsetting you “sorry” he whispers. Before you can apologise he’s left to get the drinks for the next table. You feel bad but food service can have you dealing with the worst kinds of people and you don’t want Foggy to get discouraged from a little criticism.
You’ve just shown foggy how to lock up and its nearing half three in the morning. After an 8 hour shift with no breaks you are ready to drop. Pulling out of the parking lot you see Foggy at the bus stop. “You know the first bus doesn’t come until six thirty, you can’t wait here for three hours” you tell him from your car. “ Don’t worry about it! I’ll be alright, I’m just too tired to walk” you wouldn’t let Foggy stay there even if you believed him. “Do you live on campus?” you ask. “Yes, but please you really don’t have to driv-”Foggy doesn’t get to the end of his sentence before you’re unlocking your passengers side door and beckoning him into the car. “I know I was hard on you tonight but I promise I’m not an asshole …I’m sorry” judging from Foggy’s smile you think he’s accepted your apology. “ It’s okay..you know you’re not as scary as you look” foggy immediately regrets saying that as you give him a very unimpressed look. “I mean you never smile in lectures and you just always seemed very…cold..from a distance! But getting to know you better tonight you’re cool. I mean I only know so much since Matt does talk-” “it’s okay Foggy I understand what you’re trying to say”.
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Waking up Monday morning you regret signing up for an oral presentation workshop. However, you’ve made matters worse by not putting on an alarm and expecting your roommate Lisa to wake you up. Late and rushing you find yourself in not your finest of moments running across campus in yesterday’s mascara and underwear.
In your flurry to get to the workshop you trip over something and find yourself on top of someone. “I am so sorry, are you alright?” you ask frantically. “I don’t think you trip over blind men often so it’s fine” that voice belongs to Matthew Murdock a man who has a talent for getting on your nerves. Why? Because like you Matt is smart but unlike you it comes naturally for him and he takes every chance to throw it in your face. Between having the last word in mock trials to countering your points in class just because he feels like it. “If I didn’t know any better I would think you tripped me on purpose Matt” “ Well you’re still on top of me so I don’t think there’s any hard feelings”. Your rush to get off Matt, help him up and collect your things. “What are you in such a rush for?” Matt asks “ Professor Loc's speech workshop, I’m so late it’s pointless”you say dreading the effect this is going to have on your attendance record. “Don’t worry it’s been cancelled, I was on my way there but I got the email before I walked in” Matt says. Looking through your bag and finding your phone you see the late notification that the class has in fact been cancelled. “Shit I wasted my morning for that” you’re about to turn away until you hear chanting. Very loud chanting.
“ What is going o-” Matt is interrupted by Kevin the star quarterback and frat senior letting out a loud battle roar and running across campus naked being cheered on by freshmen, senior frat members and several other people fascinated by the display. “If I were to tell you exactly what is going on you would regret asking” and in a split second you notice Kevin’s path has changed and he is now running for you and Matt. “Walk with me and don’t ask questions” you grab Matt and begin walking towards the parking lot. “I expect better of you than to rob a blind man y/n”. “I’m not robbing you I’m saving us from embarrassment, unless you want to be between me and a naked Kevin I suggest you keep walking”. Matt suddenly quickens his pace and unfortunately so does Kevin. In a quick span of events you evade Kevins line of sight and pull Matt into a random shed near the library. “Janitors store room, we’ll have to wait out here until the crowd and Kevin have passed” you tell Matt out of breath.
After waiting for 10 minutes Kevin and the group are still chanting near you and Matt. “You might as well test me for our next exam” Matt says. You're dissatisfied with the situation but seeing an opportunity to outsmart Matt Murdock you won’t pass up on. Flipping through your notes you hear Matt huff a laugh “You can’t test me without your notes?”. Although Matt is amused you are not “I need to make sure you don’t try and finesse your way into giving me a bullshit answer that’s only half right” “woah y/n didn’t know I could get you riled up so easily.. did seeing Kevin naked get you excited?” Frustrated with Matts teasing you decide you’ve had enough. “Actually it did.. I have to confess Matt I’m really excited right now” you say trying to sound convincing. “….really?” Matt says genuinely confused. “Yes..and oh I need help to release some of this tension” Matt is slightly bewildered but also intrigued. “Y/N I didn’t expect..” “Matty c’mere I wanna show you something” as Matt approaches you pull the leaf blower from the shelf and turn it on to his lips. Sucking half of his face into the leaf blower is funny for a few seconds until you release it and he seems genuinely mad. “Y/N what the hell!?” Matt yells. You giggle about to say something until you hear the crowd is no longer chanting near you and Matt. “I think we can go back now Matt”
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There was something special about today. You didn’t know why but you had a feeling that today something was going to happen that would change the trajectory of your life forever. Minus the pigeon shit that just fell on your coat you expected good things to come your way today.
“ I bought you coffee!!” Your roommate Lisa pops out from the crowd surrounding the campus cafe. “I felt bad about the other morning, you know how forgetful I can be” Lisa says reminding you about the drama surrounding last Monday. In between then you’ve had some time off to prepare for your final year, you bought a whiteboard and you scheduled study sessions with Foggy whenever the both of you weren’t working. “It’s okay, it’s my fault I’ve got to really get my shit together. It’s my final year and I’m lagging because my brain knows I’m at the finish line” you’re a little disappointed in yourself for not being motivated but that’s going to change now that the fall semester has begun and you can officially put your plan in place to get back on track.
Dropping Lisa off at her class you go across the way to the building where your lecture is being held. You sit beside Chris who, although doesn’t seem to listen in lectures he still manages to get great marks and have good notes. In comparison to the mess on your paper at the end of lectures over the years you've benefited more from listening through and copying Chris’s notes after. “How have you been doing? You look good” you’re slightly taken aback by Chris’s compliment. Although he flirts a lot he never teases and often times you think about bitting the bullet and asking him out. That’s if you ever get the time to. “ I’ve been good working, studying and working some more” you laugh feeling a bit pathetic that this has probably been your answer through the whole of your law degree. “ There’s a reason why you're so smart, Besides I heard you’ve organised a study group and didn’t invite me.I’m hurt” he puts his hand over his heart acting wounded. If it were anyone else you would roll your eyes but when Chris’s voice cracks at the word hurt added with the sly grin he has on his face has got you silently begging to to be alone with him. “The group is open, if you want to come just let me know and we’ll make a time to meet up”. Feeling proud of yourself for finding a way to get Chris's contact. Ripping a piece of paper off his notebook he quickly writes something. “ Here’s my number text me and I’ll make sure I bring my notes just for you”. You feel yourself about to sport an embarrassingly big smile until you hear a stick tapping near the doors.
“Murdock! There’s a seat here” you whip your head to Chris and see he’s pointing to the seat next to you. This is not what you had in mind when you thought of your positive mantra of today being a good day. Matt greets Chris and they reach across you to hug. If you were being honest being crushed between Chris and Matt wasn’t that bad, you were blissfully daydreaming away until you felt someone flick your ear. “After sucking my face off you could at the very least talk to me” Matt says grinning mischeviously. Chris is taken aback at the insinuation that you and Matthew Murdock are somehow involved and you are seething that out of all times he decides to start with you in front of Chris. Before you have time to clear any confusion your professor begins the class.
By the end your eyes are drooping from exhaustion and you feel close to calling a cab to get back to your apartment to avoid walking 20 minutes. "Hey sleeping beauty, class is dismissed" Chris tries to nudge you awake. Suddenly becoming alert you give him a tired smile and gather your things. "Do you want to take my notes home?, I won't need them back anytime soon" Chris says. Before you can respond Matt interrupts the seemingly tender moment. " I see my dig about notes the other day hasn't motivated you to aim higher". You are so close to chocking Matt the only thing stopping you is the scandal of assaulting a blind man in public. Ignoring Matt you thank Chris and take his notes with you. On your way out of class you can see a crowd forming around the bulletin board. "They're only offering two places!" "Highest score on the next exam?!". You're near the board to find out what all the commotion is about when you see plastered on the board the opportunity you've been waiting for.
The internship to Cheraus & Pels one of the best law firms in all of New York. You can feel the sweat on the palm of your hand reading over the details then, you feel a presence near. "Too bad they're offering two spots. There's no challenge now". You wish you could formulate a good response but all you can do is focus on the letters on the paper in front of you. "Are you okay? you seem like you're coming down with the flu" Matt goes to put his hand to your forehead but before he can you swat his arm away. "Matt, I have never been more serious about something in my life and the fact that you're treating this like any other thing is absurd to me" you feel bad afterwards for being difficult with Matt in front of everyone but the stress of how real everything is starting feel is getting to you. "Despite how nonchalant I can be, I have sacrificed a lot to even be in this building. Yes y/n, I am taking this very seriously but if I stressed myself out as much as you do I 'd be ill before I even put pen to paper". After hearing what he had just said you came to the sad conclusion that Matt Murdock was right.
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Over the next few weeks you had been seeing less of Lisa and Chris and even Matt. You've closed yourself off from the world and against Matts advice you were stressing yourself out. Going only between classes and your apartment to take breaks from preparing for the upcoming exam to eat and sleep. You even gave Barry notice that you would be taking the month off just so that work wouldn't get in the way of studying. What you didn't know was how worried everyone was. Lisa called your mom who then spent an hour on the phone threatening you with a visit. Chris had texted you a few times but you didn't want to distract yourself. Foggy even told Matt about you taking the month off. Which became the last straw. At 9:30pm on a Friday night you heard a knock at the apartment door, you expected that Lisa would get it since she knew you were busy. After a while you realised Lisa wasn't home and whoever it was, was still waiting. Looking through the peephole you get a wave of aggravation seeing Matt at your doorstep.
"I am so busy right now Matt its not even funny" you say opening the door. Matt looks very unamused and goes as far as to walk right past you and let himself in. "y/n this is an intervention, I understand you want that internship as bad as anyone. Trust me I've been doing overtime in the library. That doesn't justify you working yourself so hard".You're about to lose your shit. How dare Matt come into your home uninvited and tell you how you should be living. You're about to yell at him when you realise you're so tired you don't even have the energy. Matt knows something isn't right when he hears a thud and he knows something is definitely not right when you haven't said anything. Checking that you're still breathing Matt carries your fast asleep self to your bed and lays beside you. He doesn't know why but he stays the night. He tells himself its because Lisa isn't home and he doesn't want to leave you in the apartment alone overnight but deep down Matt cares about you and wants to make sure you're alright.
Over the years Matt has grown a sort of affection for you. He's not in love. He just cares, you both work hard but he admires your drive and passion. Because for him, you challenge him to do better and that means a lot. In your first year Matt was having trouble accessing braille translations of archived case documents and while you weren't happy about it you took the time to read out those case documents for him. Once, Matt had come down with mono he missed a week of classes. He didn't want to ask for your help but he didn't have to. You told him to meet you at the library where you proceeded to catch him up on everything he had missed. These moments compiled with all those other times you've helped Matt out over the years makes him want to be the one to help you out this time. At least he though he was helping. He's not so sure now that you've woken up in the afternoon and realised you've missed six and a half hours of study time. "I don't know who you think you are to waltz into my house and control my life. What the fuck was the intervention for?! an addiction to studying. I have never heard something so stupid in my life". Any other time Matt would give you some cool response to one up your little tantrum but right now among all the yelling your eyes are red and he can hear your stomach grumbling. "If I took you for some lunch would you stop yelling at me. Would you stop talking altogether actually?" . You're contemplating committing homicide in this very moment but through the exhaustion, anger and hunger you can see Matt is concerned and while you don't owe him anything you definitely don't think it's fair to let him worry about you. You've also just come to the realisation it wasn't fair to let everyone else in your life worry. "Sorry, let me get dressed and then we can go" Shocked Matt doesn't mention your change in demeanour and lets you direct him to the couch to wait. While you have the time to yourself you send off some quick texts to Lisa, your mom and Chris letting them all know you're alright and there's no need to worry.
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Lunch with Matt wasn't as bad as you'd thought it would be and spending time with Matt outside of school proved to be surprisingly beneficial to your mental wellbeing. You had been taking a walk in the park chuckling at some stupid law pun Matt had made when you snapped back to reality. The date of your exam was in three days and you felt so underprepared. Noticing your sudden silence Matt nudges your shoulder. "I didn't think my comedy would kill the mood, If you didn't like that one I've got a whole notes app filled with them" Matt says. "Its not that, I'm just thinking about the exam. After tomorrow we've only got a couple more days". You remove your arm from Matts and go to sit at the bench to clear your mind and figure out what your going to do about everything. "y/n I don't want you to get upset with me but Im going to make you an offer that hopefully you can't refuse" Matt goes on to ask you something you would have surely lost your balance from the shock if your weren't already sitting down. "You can stay at my place until the exam is over. You seemed to have slept better with me at the house and as much as you would hate to admit it we work really well together. My best grades are from when I study with you. "
You feel your resolve melting and as much as you want to keep your regular bitch attitude with Matt he's doing something really nice. Most of all he doesn't need to do any of this. He didn't need to spend the night or come to the apartment to check up on you, he didn't need to get you lunch or take a walk around the park with you and most of all Matt didn't need to worry, but he did. Or does... you don't know but what you do know is Matt is right. In a way things have always worked better when you've done them with Matt. Group projects, study sessions and even those dreaded mock trials. If you were any less oblivious you would realise Matt challenges you in a way you like. In a way that drives you to be better and in times like this it means everything. " I can't believe I'm saying yes but I will move in with you for three nights and four days" you don't know why but you're smiling. "Its settled then, let's shake on it roomie" "shut the fuck up".
#matt murdock x reader#matt murdock#matt murdock x fem!reader#matt murdock x female reader#matt murdock x you#matt murdock x y/n#daredevil x reader#daredevil x you#daredevil#mega-catmuncher
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Thank you for the tag @happyaspie
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
- 89! I have a lot of other works that never made the move from LJ to a03 tho.
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
- 1,100,235. I like to think this is an indication of how my mental health is, lmao.
3. What fandoms do you write for?
- Mosly MCU Irondad but I have caved and started writing Heartstopper lately. And I have some Our Flag Means Death fics in the works. I used to write a lot of McShep for Stargate Atlantis, as well as Supernatural, Harry Potter, Torchwood & Doctor Who.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
- Five Time Faculty Members Had to Call Peter's Emergency Contact + One Time He Shows Up Anyway 5,410 kudos
-Five Times Tony Stark's Fabled Intern Just Showed Up + One Time He Was Invited 2,824 kudos
- The Hero of Our Own Story 2,033 kudos
- There is Always One Last Light to Turn Out 1,854 kudos
- For We are Bound by Symmetry 1,730 kudos
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Yes! I like to say thank you to everyone who comments because I am forever grateful for it!
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
If You Find That You Feel Lost, I'll Be Your Ticket Back which I think has a happy ending to it but others disagree. And Films About Ghost which also is a happy/sad ending. There's resolutions but it's not what everyone wants.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Hmm, I think they all end kinda happy? lol Maybe Operation: Graduation but it's very light hearted.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Yeah, not very often but I think sometimes I like moving away from tropes and mixing it up a bit. For We Are Bound by Symmetry got some hate on how I handled the bio!Dad thing. We Always Walked a Very Thin Line got some unexpected hate! And recently there was an anon on Edges of Your Name that poked a little.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Yes, I'm writing one now, lol. I mostly do slash but I've dabbled in het a few times.
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
Nah, not really.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Nope! I don't look for it anyway and I doubt anyone would want to steal my shit, lol.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Yes!! Oh my god, someone did two fics in RUSSIAN and I was so happy I cried! Honestly I felt so good about it!
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
A very long time ago, I did a Hanson shoebox AU with my friend, haha. And even before that me and my high school bestie cowork some Hanson fics but nope! I'd love to though. Someone cowrite something with me, please!!!
14. What’s your all time favourite ship?
Ngggh. This is hard because my brain is like MCSHEP BITCH (John Sheppard/Rodney McKay) and then immedatly followed by Nick Nelson/Charlie Spring, Aziraphale/Crowley, Ed/Stede, Jack/Ianto. And I just realized a majority of these are CANON which NEVER HAPPENS TO ME and I think I might die of happiness knowing my ships are canon. (Also wow my brain did not come up with a single het ship lol opps)
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
My WIP folder has about 49 fics in it, so yeah. There's a Richard Parker Alive but Terrible Parent fic that I was pretty far into before I gave up. I'd like to actually finish that but I've lost the plot bunny somewhere.
16. What are your writing strengths?
Hmm, I dunno, honestly. I think I can write certain characters well like the funny sarcastic ones (Peter Parker, Charlie Spring, Rodney McKay and even Tony Stark) because it's just me, hi, that's me.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Aside from spelling, lolz? I think I get too wordy sometimes, I have to cut paragraphs off in editing because I just keep going. I also think I can't end a scene to save my life sometimes and get frustrated when I don't think the end point works.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
I don't think I really have? I dunno, Nick hasn't spoken French in a fic yet, damn I might just have to add that soon...
19. First fandom you wrote for?
OKAY if we're going to be for reals about this, most likely the Hobbit or The Lion The Witch and the Wardrobe. I was writing fic as a kid (self insert no less) without realizing it. Later I'd write "episodes" of like Rainbow Brite, or Carebears, Inspector Gadget, Captain Planet. I'd also write one off Marvel/DC stuff with a self insert superhero (aka me with powers, usually I was an x-man lmao).
20. Favourite fic you’ve written?
Nhggh, that's hard. I like, act like I like what I write but I also end up like, hating it? I think I really love how Just an Intern turned out, from conception to finishing it, it was a fun write. And I quiet like how Edges of Your Name has come together too. But I think I had a little magic in me when I wrote There is Always One Last Light to Turn Out somehow. I wrote the thing in like 2 days and I think it came out rather well for something I mostly texted to speech as I was driving to work, ha.
And I'm terrible at tagging people so whomever!
#fanfic#asks#irondad fic#heartstopper fic#a03#i like talking about my own writing if you couldn't tell
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[🧃] hey! my name is kit and im a young writer :) my friends recommended that i use my writing skills on the internet so thats why im here! i hope you enjoy my writing!
[🫧] my rules are very important. if you do not obey them, then it will result in me blocking you. please respect my boundaries and rules.
[🌈] rules:
~ dni if you are an nsfw blog
~ i will not write smut with minors. the only exception is if that they are aged up to over 18.
~ if you are requesting a celebrity and they have boundaries, please respect them.
~ i only do x reader. i can do female, male, trans, genderfluid, gender neutral and other genders.
~ if requesting a reader with a different gender, please specify their pronouns.
~ use your imagination!! make it silly! i really dont mind!!
~ dont sexualise me or send me weird messages in my inbox please.
[🌊] fandoms:
IT 2017- Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Stanley Uris, Bill Denbrough, Beverly Marsh, Finn Wolfhard, Jack Dylan Grazer, Wyatt Oleff, Jaeden Martell, Sophia Lillis
A Series Of Unfortunate Events- Violet Baudelaire, Klaus Baudelaire, Sunny Baudelaire (platonic only), Duncan Quagmire, Isadora Quagmire, Quigley Quagmire, Malina Weissman
Stranger Things- Mike Wheeler, Will Byers, Max Mayfield, Dustin Henderson, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Jane ”Eleven” Hopper, Jonathan Byers, Nancy Wheeler, Joe Keery, Sadie Sink, Noah Schnapp, Millie Bobby Brown, Gaten Materazzo, Maya Hawke
Harry Potter- Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Cedric Diggory, Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Tom Riddle, Daniel Radcliffe, Rupert Grint, Emma Watson, Tom Felton
Arcane: League Of Legends- Violet (Vi), Jinx (Powder), Caitlyn, Ekko, Mylo, Claggor, Hailee Steinfield
My Hero Academia- Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, Ochaco Uraraka, Ejiro Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, Tsuyu Asui, Mina Ashido, Tenya Iida
Heartstopper- Charlie Spring (Only male), Nick Nelson, Ben Hope, Harry Greene, Darcy Olsson (Only Female), Tara Jones (Only Female), Tao Xu, Tori Spring, Elle Argent, Aled Last
I Am Not Okay With This- Sydney Novak, Stanley Barber, Dina (i dont know what her last name is😭)
Metal Lords- Hunter Sylvester, Kevin Schlieb, Emily Spector, Adrian Greensmith, Isis Hainsworth
The Goldfinch- Boris Pavlikovsky, Theo Decker
[🌸] prompts:
~ Angst
”please stop lying to me.”
”i dont care.”
”please dont cry”
”what makes you think i would want to date you?”
”just shut up for once in your goddamn life!”
”am i going to die?”
“when did you fall out of love with me?”
”are you leaving me?”
” dating you was the worse mistake ive ever made.”
”loving you is a fucking death sentence.”
”i shouldnt love you, but i couldnt help it.”
”always knew that you were too damn selfish.”
”i dont know if i can look you in the eyes after what you’ve done.”
”it’s only 2.am..”
”please dont hide from me.”
”dont take another step in my direction.”
”i wish we met before they convinced you life is war.”
”you are the worst thing that has ever happened to me.”
~ Fluff
”let me walk you home, hm?”
”i wanted to say i love you without stuttering. but i failed.”
”ugh i cant reach it!”
”stop being so goddamn cute.”
”you dont need all that candy, do you?”
”call me as soon as you get there.”
”did you just- throw salt at me!?” ”im not fucking possessed!”
”cuddles please!”
”hey love, can you help me out?” ”im gay and i need a few dollars”
”thats not true! my wife is a bitch and i like her very much.”
“YOU DID WHAT?!”
”you motherfucker! never do that again!”
” i have no idea what you are talking about.”
”what the actual fu-“ ”HEY GET OUT!”
“im only here for the dog.”
~ Smut 🌝
“come over here and make me.”
”kiss me.”
”looks like we are trapped in here for a while..”
”you heard me. take. it. off.”
”keep looking at me like that and we might not make it to bed.”
”if we werent in public right now, i would have my head in between your legs.”
”i want to taste you.”
”dont be shy now, sit on my face.”
”is that my shirt?”
“be quiet.”
”use your words, baby.”
”what if someone hears us?”
”oh fuck yes, just like that.”
“need any help with that?”
“were you just masturbating?” - “what?! no neve-“ ”do you want some help?” - “huh?”
“relax.”
”did you come?”
”shut up slut.”
~ Funny Ones🌚
”im not wearing any underwear, thought you would like to know.”
”YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILST I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!”
”at least we didnt break any laws this time.”
”we are literally fugitives of this state.” - “so no pizza?”
”your pretty.” - “your drunk.”
”excuse you?”
”i might of had a few shots.” - “what they mean by a few is about 20.”
”if you do that again im gonna chuck you out the window- what are you doing?” - “checking how high the drop is to see if its worth it.”
”you ate all my noodles! you’ve lost toilet paper privledges.”
”OI THATS MY HOODIE LOSER!”
”haha thats so funny!” *pulls out gun* ”say it again!”
”DUDE STOP HOGGING THE FUCKING BLANKETS!”
”your bleeding!” - “oh yeah no shit sherlock!”
”for fucks sake- MOVE!”
”hey wouldnt it be funny if we made out right now?”
[⚡️] thank you for reading! have a great day!! :))
#ianowt#i am not okay with this#sydney novak#Sydney novak x reader#stanley barber#stanley barber x reader#it 2017#the losers club#bill denbrough#stanley uris#losers club#richie tozier#eddie kaspbrak#it chapter 1#stan uris#beverly marsh#finn wolfhard#sophia lillis#wyatt oleff#jaeden lieberher#jaeden martell#jack dylan grazer#metal lords#asoue netflix#asoue#violet baudelaire#klaus baudelaire#sunny baudelaire#malina weissman#stranger things
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Guide To My Posts <3
Fandoms I write for :)
★ Marvel
★ The Mighty Ducks
★ Stranger Things
★ The Umbrella Academy
★ Musical Theatre
★ Harry Potter
★ The Breakfast Club
★ See How They Run
★ Bullet Train
★ Star Wars
★ The Grand Budapest Hotel
★ The Darjeeling Limited
★ Dead Poets Society
Characters I write for ❤︎︎ (favourites are marked ☻︎)
✿Marvel
Bruce Banner ☻︎
Clint Barton
Loki Laufeyson
Sam Wilson
Steve Rogers
Peter Parker (MCU & outside of MCU)
Baron Zemo
Matt Murdock
Foggy Nelson ☻︎
Erik Lehnsherr ☻
Quicksliver (Xmen and MCU)
Kurt Wagner
Carol Danvers
Gwenpool ☻︎
Yelena Belova (Platonic only!!)
Mantis ☻︎
Valkyrie
Jen Walters
✿ The Mighty Ducks
Lester Averman ☻︎
Fulton Reed
Dean Portman
✿ Stranger Things
Dustin Henderson ☻︎
Robin Buckley (afab/gender neutral only) ☻︎
Will Byers (amab/gender neutral only)
Joyce Byers
Jonathan Byers ☻︎
Argyle ☻︎
Fred Benson
Lucas Sinclair
Max Mayfield
Eleven
Mike Wheeler
✿ The Umbrella Academy
Umbrella!Ben Hargreeves ☻︎
Diego Hargreeves
Viktor Hargreeves ☻︎
Klaus Hargreeves
Alphonso Hargreeves
Jayme Hargreeves
Hazel
✿ Theatre
Just ask
✿ Harry Potter
Remus Lupin (marauders and golden trio) ☻︎
Sirius black (marauders and golden trio)
James Potter
Regulus Black
Harry Potter
Neville Longbottom ☻︎
Dean Thomas
Luna Lovegood
✿ The Breakfast Club
John Bender
Claire Standish
Brian Johnson
Andrew Clark ☻︎
Allison Reynolds ☻︎
✿ See How They Run
Leo Köpernick ☻︎
Inspector Stoppard
Constable Stalker
Dennis Corrigan
✿ Bullet Train
Tangerine
Lemon ︎☻
The Son
Yuichi Kimura
Ladybug
✿ Star Wars
Luke Skywalker
Din Djarin
Han Solo
Obi-Wan Kenobi
Haja Estree
✿ The Grand Budapest Hotel
Dmitri Desgoffe-und-Taxis
Zero Moustafa ☻︎
Agatha
✿ The Darjeeling Limited
Peter Whitman
Francis Whitman
Jack Whitman ☻
✿ Dead Poets Society
Neil Perry
Todd Anderson
Steven Meeks ☻︎
Gerard Pitts
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#marvel#mighty ducks#the umbrella academy#musical theatre#harry potter#golden trio era#marauders#parks and recreation#community#space force#the breakfast club#screaming crying throwing things#see how they run#adrien brody#bullet train#Star Wars#the darjeeling limited#the grand budapest hotel#dead poets society
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