#jack schlossberg imagine

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𓊆ྀི󠀠󠀠󠀠󠀠󠀠󠀠󠀠 ARCHITECTURAL DIGEST: OPEN DOOR! - a jack schlossberg one-shot. 𓊇ྀི

summary: your open door architectural digest interview with your husband jack schlossberg takes an unexpected, and downright sensual turn in your shared kitchen over the most innocuous citrus fruit. note: this is part of the husband!jack schlossberg universe, here are other works with wife!reader and husband!jack: like an american, husband!jack hc's, and comfort husband!jack hc's

warnings: orgasm denial (male), cunnilingus, smut, 18+

words: 1,830

"Hi AD, We're Jack and Y/n, welcome to our house"

Filming for Architectural Digest, as glamorous as it might look from the illustrious glow of a MacBook screen, was not all it cracked up to be. AD had been relentless in their pursuit, contacting both you and jack's agents on more than one occasion proposing the opportunity for you guys as a couple to be featured on their open door celebrity series.

Initially as a couple you had turned the opportunity down, with Jack working tirelessly on the campaign and you being busy with negotiations on your new book deal: it just wouldn't have worked. But after your wedding, which was featured in Vogue, the title "The Bride Wore Vintage John Galliano And The Groom Wore JW Anderson. Inside Their Cape Cod Ceremony" The open door offer came around once again and it came at just the perfect time.

A few weeks back you and Jack had been getting back into the grove of normal life after returning from an illustrious three week honeymoon in the Greek Cyclades: a honeymoon spent in mostly nothing—bar itty-bitty specs of linen as makeshift bikini's, and gucci by tom ford beachwear.

Getting back to AD, you'd woken up before Jack: which was funny because when you first entered the relationship Jack was always the one who got up early, maybe you've been a bit of a bad influence in that department. Nevertheless you spend about five to ten minutes neglecting to wake Jack up: instead opting to trace the sepia hairs littering the top of his neck while quietly leering at his chest hair—looking like an absolute creep, but I mean, he was your husband after all so—that's gotta minus at least 15% of the pervy factor, right?

When he did wake up—and subsequently clocked your staring contest with his chest, he proceeded to lean over like a total and utter drama queen to piously cover himself with the sheets like a 30s model getting a tasteful nude portrait of herself to give to a lover.

You neglected to do any makeup only choosing to smear some P50 lotion on you and Jack's face—you swore he was like a toddler sometimes always wanting to mirror whatever weird shit you put on your face. Once the hair, makeup, and stylist team for AD got there you and Jack were effectively separated for the next few hours, which you did not hear the end of via jack's incessant complaints about the distance between him and you over iMessage and many, many unhinged gif selections sent to your iPhone.

But alas, you two were reunited for the open door interview and it started off generally normal...

First, you two were situated on the front steps of your townhouse and asked when and why you chose the house,

Jack started for you, "We moved here about five years ago, and it was the second house we both had looked at ever in our whole lives, and it so happens that it was the first house we ever bought as a couple"

"Seems clandestine to me", the interviewer cheerily replies to which you both glance at each other playfully while he speaks.

Taking the hint to speak up, you share what drew you to the home adding, "I love the city, but I also love wood and I love light and I love antiques, so I just fell in deep love with the place. For us it struck the perfect balance of being in the city while not feeling like the city was breathing down your back all the time, it can be hard to find a place like that here."

Making your way into the apartment, you and Jack were told to take a short break for about 2 minutes while the videographer got a good layout of the place, and scoped out the best lighting angles to capture it.

Your home occupies the first floor of a Meatpacking District block, and is a few blocks away from the Hudson River—which more than encourages your Husband's borderline addiction to paddle boarding. But, hey you routinely get to see your man walking home in an ultra-tight swimsuit sopping wet, so who were you really to complain about such things?

Despite loving the city, you found yourself devoted to the charm of those old French farmhouse interior's that you'd looked at in your mom's old magazines. And it felt particularly poignant to you guys as a couple—being that your first couple of dates were in the south of France.

You and Jack didn't want the space to come off as just another midcentury modern sterile, ultra-functional flat. So, you opted for sheetrock to be removed from the walls and ordered a large pair of antique door double doors for the living space off 1stdibs.

Just as abruptly as the break had started, it subsequently finished and the cameras began rolling once again. The interview dragged on until you two had finally gotten to the kitchen which was the last room and the last portion of interview.

You started the space off absolutely waxing poetic about the olive-coloured room,

"This is our little kitchen, we painted it horribly together. And then needed to implore a professional painter to fix our many, many painting faux pas." you take a breath to giggle slightly with Jack at your shared delusional confidence that you could paint a whole room successfully.

It was then Jack's time to pitch in, while the camera man did a slow zoom across the decor littering the marbled countertops—causing you and Jack to both notice a certain stone bowl containing a citrus fruit that you know for certain neither of you put there before AD came. Weird you thought, you weren't notified that set-dressing came with the interview.

Leaning on the counter Jack laments, "I love baking, I cook a lot too. I love limes"—to which he dramatically takes a lime into his hands, spinning it between his large fingers, "They're great and I love them so much, and I like to present them like this in my house."

You try not to let the emotion of total bafflement present on camera at Jack straight up lying for the hell of it about the limes being an integral part of your shared household decor—he neglects to mention that they're set dressing and that he's moderately allergic to them.

Closing of the interview you fake lead the interviewer out of the house to close out the interview, only to let them back in seconds later. The interviewer, Mark, who seems to be a genuinely sweet guy thanks you and Jack for your time, informing you that the crew should be packed up in 10 minutes, and the camera guy only needs another 5 minutes to get b-roll footage.

Once all the pleasantries have been fulfilled you lead, or rather playfully drag Jack by his crisp collared Prada button-up into your kitchen.

"Jack, I mean seriously what the hell was that, truly? I know you know you're allergic."

"M'sorry it was just too good not to pass up! I mean what kind of weirdos just but a bowl of lemons out and nothing else? it's barbaric just from a feng-shui standpoint alone!"

"Godd you're such a weirdo. Come kiss me and make it quick so I can forgot that very fact, please" you beckon him to you, placing your chin on his chest with your hands on his chin. Which, by the way is blemish-less—god, you absolutely hated men sometimes.

"Oh come on! you only kiss me cause I'm a weirdo, let's be real." Jack chuckles yet fulfils your request. He kisses you like a man starved which was quite concerning since you had only parted from him today for two hours—absolute max.

The intimacy got more and more heated until well... maybe you currently had your loafer clad feet either side of jack's head while he ate his idea of a mid-afternoon desert.

The very motion of Jack placing the flat side of his tongue against your clit sent you into an absolute. fucking. meltdown. To the point where the moans you made no longer represented someone who was cognisant that they're were about fifteen people working for AD rooms away. You try to compose yourself, which provides a stark contrast to his relentless endeavour on your clit that seem to be ever increasing.

As if to praise your restraint of volume his thumb gently strokes the inside of your thigh—up and down... and up and down. Sensing your impending climax Jack speeds his motions and adds a digit that outright seems to antagonise you—almost trying to tease a mind-numbing orgasm from you. And because you're weak in the face of his machinations, you of course do.

On your come-down you notice a glaring visitor—a quite large bulge in his pants and decide to take pity on it and by looking at the saccharine, loopy look on his face, him as well.

But you wouldn't be yourself if you didn't make him work for it at least a bit.

Continuing your motions on his bulge: feeling it's twitches and reflexes as intimately as you feel him breath while sleeping on your chest at night—

That was until the door to the kitchen was knocked upon,

"Sorry to be a bother but could you guys get that bowl of limes?—the crew is absolutely swamped trying to pack up for the road."

It was at this point in your movements on his bulge that Jack was starting to get loud, a bit too loud for your current situation, so you did the one thing that could shut him up—bar actually suspending the current movements on his mound: but that wouldn't be half as much fun would it?

Quick thinking led you to quite forcefully shoving a medium sized un-cut lime into his mouth to drown out his moans: it sure as shit worked but his puppy dog-like eyes made you feel bad for your prior roughness—you settled on a quick caress of his hair as a pseudo apology.

"Oh of course it's no trouble at all, we'll go grab it now!"

Hearing the footsteps move further and further from the kitchen you glance at Jack: a pitiful, overstimulated sight really. But a sight you deeply enjoy no less.

Picking up the bowl of lemons you grab his hands, afixing each hand to a parallel side of the stone bowl,

"Why don't you go give them back that bowl of limes you love so much and then maybe we can get back to what we were doing?"

Overcome from the intense stimulation Jack nods, willing to do anything that brings him present relief,

"Good boy" you coy, swiping off your own juices from his mouth and chin, then finally taking the un-cut lime out of his mouth.

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[politicalchange]

jack schlossberg talking you through it.

only for your pleasure of course. he loves making his girl feel good. you’d be bouncing on his girthy cock, wet sounds filling the room along with you loud moans & whimpers, while jack just looks up and watches you, while his hands gripping your hips and occasionally grabbing your tits. he can tell your close just by the laziness of your movements and the constantly throwing your head back while you rolled your hips on his. “fuck jack baby please.” you whimpered and put your hands on his chest, all tired and fucked out.

“cmere baby.” he said in a low, raspy morning voice. he pulled you down onto him and crashed his lips onto yours, slipping in his tongue and running his long, veiny hand through your hair, while his other hand caressed and squeezed your ass. “you like makin a mess on my cock huh pretty girl.” he smirked at you and you nodded, you started grinding your hips back and forth against his again until he stopped your movements and started fucking up into you.

you moaned loudly and threw your head back, one of your hands gripping onto the headboard and the other onto the pillows. “cmon baby i know you got one more in you. do you pretty girl?” you nodded and buried your head into his neck and continued moaning. “no say it y/n. say you’ll cum for me again baby.”

“fuck yes jack i’ll cum for you.” he laughed in your ear as he continued fucking up into you, keeping up his pace and occasionally smacking your ass. he grunted as he felt you clench around him and threw his head back into the pillows. you whimper his name and throw your ass down on him, matching his rhythm as you both try to chase your highs together.

he feels your body tense up and you start to tremble and he wraps his big, buff, veiny arms around you to hold you close so you don’t try to run away. he knows your close. he was forcing you to take every inch of his cock while he whispered dirty things into your ear. “you like when i fuck you like this princess? you gonna squirt all over my cock?” all you could do was cry out and squeal from the pleasure.

“give it to me baby. cum all over this dick.”. you squeezed your eyes shut and continued to rock back and forth against his cock while you came. you whimpered against him and gripped onto his hair, looking for support in something. a few moments after, jack grunted into your ear and came himself. he always made sure you came first. “oh fuck baby this pussy feels so good.”

he rubbed on your back and tried his best not to ruin your high, “calm down baby i know.” he continued to let you rock back and forth.

“look at you princess you did it for me, didn’t you.”

[endless-ineffabilities]

#1. fish — a jack schlossblurb

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the start of a jack x reader blurb series! #2. hands is up now. if you've got suggestions, send over a word or phrase that I can write up a blurb over. and remember to water the root, not the fruit! happy Jacksgiving!!

"Heartbreak sucks. Getting broken up with sucks." You hear Jack start yet another spiel from the living room, and you walk over to find him doing his usual. His phone held out in front of him, acting out a skit—shaking his head as if disappointed. Heartbroken, you could say. Running a hand down his face. Leaning back and dislodging his trucker cap.

Your boyfriend loves the camera, and more so, he's fucking obsessed with the sound of his own voice.

Your cheeks puff as you hold in a laugh. You take a slow sip of your tea to reign yourself in, watching the chaos unfold.

"If they didn't wanna be with you, they're so dumb," he continues. Tell em, hotshot. Speak your truth.

He audibly groans, head shooting in your direction. And you realise you just said that out loud.

"Baaabe! You ruined my take!" he whines.

"Hey, don't come for me, alright? And by the way, should I be concerned? Who broke your heart?"

"You, last night, when you didn't let me do that thing," he shakes his head, fidgeting with his phone as he sets up for another take.

"I was tired! Unlike you, I work a 9 to 5."

"You know I can work you longer than 9 to 5," he smirks, puckering his lips at you.

You feign annoyance, rolling your eyes, but you love his antics. With Jack, no day is boring. Just ridiculous, but you'll take it. "Okay, yuck. Not in front of my ginger tea."

He's got his arm outstretched again, but he clears his throat and looks at you expectantly.

"What now?"

He juts his chin out and makes a kissy face. You sigh in exasperation. And affection. Those two tend to go hand in hand with your very own Little Edie.

So you give him the peck he asks for. His rough hand snakes its way to the back of your neck as you bend down, his lips parting wide to take you in. "Mmm, gingery," he wags his eyebrows when you pull back.

"Go on. Finish your video."

"Oh, damn. Babe, I had already pressed record. Can I keep our kiss in? It would be good for generating traffic, getting people's attention—"

"Jack, don't you fucking dare." You warn, but of course he wouldn't do that. It would ruin the credibility of his heartbreak speech.

He ends it just a moment later. "... if it wasn't working. Then good. Be happy. Move on. There are other fish."

"There are other fish," he repeats, when you plop down on his lap, his phone discarded somewhere on the couch and well out of the way. "But not for me. It's just you, babe. Just you."

"You're so dramatic, Schlossberg."

"What, you think I'm kidding? I'm serious all the time," he counters.

"Sure you are, bud."

"By the way, it's your day off. So... will you let me do that thing now?"

You can only stare at him blankly. "Maybe."

"Good, then. Let me eat your a—"

"As soon as I finish my tea."

[burnforyou]

lay all your love on me

pairing: female singer x jack schlossberg

summary: friends to lovers, he falls first, he’s kinda controlling inspired by his instagram stories today.

“y/n,” jack started, then stopped and just stared at you. you look up from the tomato’s you were chopping and lock eyes with him. you can hear your friends continue their conversation in the other room, unaware of you two.

“hm?”

he sighs. you set down the knife you were using and turn your body fully to him.

“jack?”

“y/n, i want to be serious with you.”

you met jack schlossberg 2 years ago through mutual friends. well, artificial mutual friends. unbeknownst to you, jack arranged for you two to meet after seeing your performance at the Grammys. after your performance, he quickly found whose after party you were attending and got himself on the invites list, and basically faked being friends with people to get to you. how, you’ll never know. but that doesn’t matter.

at the after party, you fell for his charms immediately. he was much more charming (and handsome) than your boyfriend, joe. but that doesn’t matter.

ever since then, you and jack have been the bestest of friends. a day doesn’t go by where you don’t talk to him. now, you’re making pasta from jacks grandma’s famous recipe for your friends.

“i don’t know what you mean.” he picks up his wine glass and downs in it one go.

“i love you, y/n.”

your friends scream as lay all your love on me by ABBA starts playing in the other room.

“i love you too jack” you shout over their singing. they continue even louder. jack grabs your hands, he’s breathing hard. his eyes glisten.

“i’m possessive it isn’t nice” they sing.

“no no, y/n, i want to be with you. y/n i want all of you.”

“jack, this isn’t the right time and you know it.”

you and your boyfriend just broke up because he accused you of cheating. yes, you may have kissed jack once or twice (or maybe a few more times than that) because you were upset, but it wasn’t anything serious. friends kiss all the time, right?

also, you’re about to go on a world tour.

but now it isn’t true

now everything is new

“y/n we can make it work. if you love somebody, you can make it work. and i love you.”

“jack stop it.” you say, removing your hands from his grip but he quickly grabs your waist instead and pulls you closer.

don’t go wasting your emotion

lay all your love on me

“i do, i do love you, you’re amazing there’s nobody like you” you can smell the wine on his breath, it mixes so perfectly with his natural musk and the heat you feel in your stomach from his touch. his hands on your waist that pull you into his body remind you of the first time you kissed him. your body moves before you can think, pulling him down into a kiss. he kisses you like he’s never kissed you before, so needy, so desperate it makes your knees weak. he slinks his hands up to your face and holds you like you’re his treasure. you back away first, hands still on his neck, and he looks at you through hooded eyes.

“the way you smile,” kiss “the way you laugh,” kiss “the way we could spend hours together and i would never get bored,” kiss and a smile. he leans his forehead on yours, your face burns.

the world around you fades away.

“i’ve never felt this way about anybody before,” he whispers.

“me neither.”

“i’ve never laughed so hard in my life. i’m so much better when i’m around you. i cant live without you, y/n” his eyes shine once again.

“jack i love you.” your eyes swell up with tears, blurring jacks face.

“i know we can work it out, y/n, it’ll be fine. we can do distance, hell i’ll follow you across the world. i’d go anywhere for you, y/n, i want this to work. i want us to work.” he speaks as he holds your head, making sure you never look away from him. tears stream down your face, you’re just so overwhelmed with love and emotions you don’t even know what to do. jack holds you and doesn’t let go.

“don’t cry, sweet girl, i need you to listen to me.” you lean into his chest and continue to cry, leaving mascara stains on his white shirt. “why are you crying, hm?”

“jack, i love you so much,” he holds you tight. you never knew how much he loved you, you’ve never been loved like this.

“y/n, listen to me.” you sniffle and look up at him. “i need you, okay? i don’t wanna live without you,” he wipes your tears away, “and if i cant have all of you, i cant handle anything less than all of you. i wanna be with you 24/7, i wanna be fully in love, i never want to leave the stage where we can’t keep our hands off of each other, okay?” you nod against his chest. he never looks away from you.

“i cant share you, i cant share you anymore. i cant share you with another man, i cant share you with your dad, i cant share you with your best friend. i’m your best friend.” he begins to rub your shoulder, his face so full of emotion.

“i’m your best friend who loves you. i’m your best friend who will do anything for you. i’m your best friend, i’m your lover, i’m your husband. i can do all those 3 jobs. i can do it all for you. but i want to know if you can do it all for me.”

“jack, yes,” you speak before you can think.

“shh,” he puts his pointer finger to your lips. “can you be mine?” he asks with a smile. “can you be fully mine? can you be my best friend, partner, lover? can you be the mother of my kids?”

he pauses, looking at you with a smile. neither of you move. your chests rise and fall in unison, your body heat has become one. in this moment, its just you two. you and jack. no one else. no one else matters.

“i’m ready to be serious with you. i don’t want to kiss and tell anymore, i want to marry and tell. i want to be serious with you. i’m committed to you, y/n, and only you.” he pulls you into a deep kiss, a passionate, needy kiss. you kiss him through your tears. you press yourself into his body, a deep need for him taking over.

“so what do you sa-“ you cut off jack before he can finish his sentence with a kiss.

[jhopezwrld]

summers in the air, heavens in your eyes

pairing: jack schlossberg x reader

summary: sex on the beach with your boyfriend jack

wc: 1.3k

warnings: smut!!! oral (f receiving), swearing, p in v sex, kinda public sex (pls do not have sex in public or on the beach u will get sand in ur vajayjay), terrible ending

a/n: WELL... listen i've been in love with jack schlossberg since like 2016 and everyone is finally realizing he's hot as fuck so here we are and i have no regrets. enjoy sinners <3

minors do not interract plz! xoxo

the air was thick and warm, the humidity making your hair stick to the back of your neck. your boyfriend jack lay beside you on his back. his eyes are shut as he basks in the sunlight. there are streaks of white on his cheeks from the sunscreen you slathered on him before he ran out to the ocean, eager to surf. a headband you lent him pushed his dark hair back, and his soft skin was now slightly darker than when you arrived that morning. 

“i can feel you staring at me, y’know.” 

he says, reaching a hand over to pinch your soft thigh. you giggle and playfully smack his arm. “didn’t realize it was weird to stare at my boyfriend.” you retort. he cracks his eyes open and turns his head to look at you. he smiles softly and opens his arms, beckoning you to sit on top of him. you comply, moving so you’re now straddling him. his large hands find home on your hips, his thumbs rubbing circles into the skin there. 

“hi, pretty girl.” he moves a hand to cup your cheek and tugs you down to kiss him. your mouths meet gently, moving in tandem. his tongue prods at the seam of your lips and you open them for him. he explores the inside of your mouth, groaning at your taste. “tastes like strawberry.” he mumbles between kisses.

the hand lying stagnant on your hip moves to the tie holding your bikini bottoms together, twirling the strands between his fingers. you pull away and his head chases you, silently asking for more. “jack, we’re technically in public, anyone could see us like this…” you tell him and he rolls his eyes. jack sits up and you shift down on his lap. he brings his mouth to the shell of your ear, licking it before whispering to you “seems pretty empty to me, baby.”

you look around, doing a sweep of the area to make sure it is truly empty. the beach was mostly private, a secluded location in front of the beach house that jack had rented for the weekend for the both of you. there was no one as far as your eyes could see. technically, you were on private property. if anyone saw you two together, it was practically trespassing. throwing all of your worries away, you lean back into him, connecting your mouths once more. 

he smiles into the kiss, pulling you as close to him as possible. his strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you directly on top of his arousal. you groan at the feeling and grind your hips further into him. before you can protest, he flips the both of you, lying you on your back. he moves his mouth to your neck, lathering hot and wet kisses and leaving purple blemishes in his wake. he shifts down slightly, pressing kisses into your collarbones and between the valley of your breasts. 

his hands again reach for your bottoms, and jack looks up at you for permission. as soon as you nod, he slides them down your hips and slips them off, throwing them onto your towel. his hand slides up the length of your thigh, stopping at the innermost part. he hums and leans down, pressing a kiss to your pubic bone. “so pretty down here, honey.” he mutters to himself. 

with that, he devours you. his tongue snakes out to caress your clit. one hand holds your hips steady, while the other slithers down to your slit, slipping his middle finger inside of you. the pleasure you feel is burning hot, a fire that begins to burn in the pit of your stomach. a strangled cry wrings its way from your lips as jack adds a second finger. his fingers move earnestly, knowing exactly what you like and how to drag you to your peak. 

“please, jack. it’s so good. i’m so close” you whine, pushing your hips into his warm mouth. he doubles his efforts at that, sucking your clit into his mouth and quickening his fingers. you bring a hand down to his soft hair, pushing his headband off. his dark locks fall into his eyes, but you’re quick to hold them back yourself. he moans into you as you tug at the strands. 

“c’mon, sweet girl. cum for me, lemme taste it.” 

and you do. your orgasm rips through you almost violently. your hips twitch and your moans are unrestrained. his mouth relaxes and instead presses soft kisses against you as you float back to earth. he travels up the length of your body until he reaches your face, kissing your temple, cheek, and the corner of your mouth before kissing your lips. you could taste yourself on his tongue. 

his hips press into you, grinding into your naked body. he brings a hand down to quickly pull off his bottoms, jerking himself off quickly before spreading your legs. aligning himself with your hole, he pushes into you slowly, allowing you time to get used to his impressive girth. it was no secret that jack was extremely well-endowed, and no matter how many times you had sex with him, it was always an adjustment in the beginning. 

he eases into you slowly until his pubic bone is flush with your ass. he pulls back steadily, rocking back into you with restraint. “s’good, baby?” he asks. his accent is thick and his words are slurred slightly as he loses himself in pleasure. you nod, wrapping your arms around his neck. “it’s so good, you’re so big.”

jack speeds up his movements, slamming into you. his breathy moans invade your ears and you can feel him twitching inside of you. he pulls out of you and taps your thigh, signaling you to change positions. he lays on his back as you throw your thighs over his hips, pushing yourself down onto him again. 

he throws his head back, gripping your hips with a bruising force. if you weren’t so fucked out, you’d tell him to ease up so as not to leave finger-shaped bruises in your skin that could be so easily spotted. but the only thing that was on your mind was bringing the both of you to your orgasms, so you got to work. planting your feet, you begin to bounce on him. he thrusts his hips in time with your movements, pushing into the soft spot hidden inside of your walls. 

“god, baby. you’re so good at this. just made for me, huh? perfect little pussy that only i get to fuck.” 

you clench your thighs around his waist as you feel your climax approaching. “yeah, i’m made for you, jack. m’your girl forever.” you gasp. as if he can sense how close you are, he brings a hand up to your clit, rubbing it in quick and tight circles. he pounds his hips furiously in time with your movements. you feel him spasm inside of you, warm spurts of his spend painting your walls. that brings you to your second orgasm, convulsing above him. 

you collapse onto his chest, attempting to catch your breath. he wraps a weak arm around you, breathing heavily into your ear. the two of you come down in silence. as your breathing evens out, he presses a loving kiss on the crown of your head. “you ok, baby?” he whispers into your neck. “tired” you mumble, nestling farther into him. he tightens his hold on you before shifting to sit up, still inside of you. 

“let’s get you inside, sleepy head. we can take a nap together.” 

he lifts you off of him, and you whine at the sudden emptiness you feel. he pulls up his swim trunks and stands, grabbing your towel and wrapping you in it, guiding you back into the house to lay down and enjoy the rest of your peaceful evening together.

[jacks-weird-world]

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[annafoxxx7]

Hiiii if you guys submit asks for future fics I’d love that! I have some ideas in mind already. If it’s not something I’m into or something I’m a fan of I won’t respond but I’ll try and write as many requests as I can! I mainly write x reader and smut <3

I’m working on the Jack Schlossberg fic and maybe some more challengers related stuff coming soon 🤫🤫

[remotewatch]

jack schlossberg x roy!reader (succession)

anon are you imagining across the aisle hate sex or a waystar royco party switch au

there’s soooo many directions I could take this and many of them wouldn’t be appropriate until after the election if I’m keeping it real so lmk!!!!!

[woodsteingirl]

goodnight. i’m imagining him still drunk writing the absolute worst article about this that he’s going to have to edit while hungover tomorrow morning. thank god for jack schlossberg’s vogue job. the image of it is enough to keep me going.

[kennedycore]

no bc the alleged family "feud" between the JFK and RFK branch is like funny if you view from any normal family perspective.

imagine seeing your second cousin become popular and have all these celebs/politicians hang out and follow him (just found out Kaia Gerber, Rachel Zegler and Gracie Abrams follow Jack????) and becoming one of most eligible bachelors all bc he did some random skits on IG and is handsome 💀 like i'd be annoyed too lmao.

i remember joe kennedy iii trying to make it big as a name in politics, and made an overly ambitious attempt to win a senate seat like 4 years ago and became the first kennedy to lose an election in massachusetts lmao

in comparison, jack schlossberg is doing very well at getting his name out there and he isn't even a politician.

[tivstiv]

Guys Ik by what people have said that, im supposed to end up hating Apollo from OUABH but Im imagining him as Jack Schlossberg and it’s making it difficult to root for Jacks and Evangeline.

[melancholicstation]

YOU TASTE LIKE THE FOURTH OF JULY! - jack schlossberg raya one-shot date.

summary: you join raya as a half-joke but what you find on there—or should you say who you find on there is anything but a laughing matter: none other than jack schlossberg himself.

warnings: drinking, light petting and kisses, innocent touches, yearning desperate man alert...

words: 1,778

Currently, it was an unassuming 4:30pm in the city that never sleeps and what were you doing with your precious time this afternoon? writing emails you'd been procrastinating? calling your grandma who you haven't spoken to in weeks? no, of course not. You were doom-scrolling TikTok for the past few hours.

However the doom-scroll wasn't for nothing, through it you'd identified a common thread running throughout your algorithm: videos upon videos of various young woman who'd taken a break from shilling their amazon shop links to share niche internet personalities—and on the rare occasion actual b-tier celebrity men dating profiles through shaky screen-caps on a dating app called 'Raya'.

According to Google.com 'Raya' was "a private, membership based community for people all over the world to connect and collaborate." Private membership you thought, how overly and unbelievably pretentious. However, and if anyone asked you would deny, you weren't completely turned off by a tinge of pomp and circumstance, in small batches at least.

The first couple videos you scrolled mindlessly, fast forwarding through the video to see if any of your favourite a24 actors had been making the rounds on the dating app: no takers yet.

That was until you saw him. At around the 24 second mark of the video you saw the dating profile of the only grandson of JFK, and the full-time internet heartthrob littering the pages of teenage girls Pinterest accounts—Jack Schlossberg. Now that stopped you in your tracks.

Not many men could get you to perform such a silly act as to pay $24.99 a month for a fucking dating app but alas here you were punching in the details of your black card and hitting purchase. You rationalised this undeniably delusional act by telling yourself that you'd see what all the fuss was about for a month and promptly revoke your subscription once the month was over. Currently, the date was the 1st of September, perfect. By 30th you'd definitely be bored by the app, as you were with all the other apps you've tried before, and it would be forgotten about as a frivolous but harmless expense of $24.99.

After setting up your profile you'd chosen a mix of photos: one sporty photo you'd taken at Wimbledon which does completely misrepresent your true nature of detesting all things involved in tennis—bar the outfits, a photo of you on your ex-boyfriend's motorcycle but potential swipers on your profile didn't need to know that specific detail, and a couple photos of you at a gala you attended as a plus one with a greek prince. Snobby, but as they say if the shoe fits walk in it.

Now sure, was it a carbon copy of your bumble profile... Yes but was that a crime? The prompts were as stupid as the membership price tag so you treated them as such.

Like a prompt that read "I disagree when people say that I'm..."

To which you replied, "the problem."

And another prompt that read "Favourite self-care ritual"

To which you replied, "praying on my cousins downfall"

Snarky replies that most definitely did not come off the best to possible dating prospects but hey you didn't quite care—mostly because you weren't thinking that you'd be earnestly engaging in a real romantic sense with anyone you'd find. You were simply doing this for scientific research purpose, and maybe to make fun of mens profiles over two or three dirty martini's at Harry Cipriani with a few of your girlfriends.

After completing your profile and after swiping through a few profiles recommended to you—and finding no luck with any of the men you saw so far you'd effectively abandoned the app for a couple of hours. That was until it so rudely interrupted your evening with a notification.

You'd went on with your day with relative peace and managed to intercept your part-time career of couch-rotting watching the first season of girls on HBO to go down to your local grocer on Canal St. Opting to get yourself an iced expresso latte with raw stevia and pumpkin milk, with a with a slice of buckwheat cake as an impromptu choice-anxiety driven decision.

Fumbling inside your bag for the keys to your apartment your phone starts to buzz, not an abnormal appearances as your mother has a penchant for incessant checkups now that you're living on your own for the first time, but it doesn't end with 1 or 2 buzzers. It keeps going for around 4 buzzers. Frustrated, you finally get into your apartment shuffling off your jacket and setting aside the fresh coffee, and baked good and angrily swipe up on your phone ready to be annoyed at whatever notification you find.

But instead you're absolutely and irrevocably gobsmacked at what you find:

"You've matched with Jack Schlossberg, 31. Click here to start a conversation"

You click on the notification, and are surprised to see a message has already been sent...

"We already have something in common! I too love plotting the downfall of my cousin as well and think i'm never the problem."

"2 for 2 is a good start" you reply back trying to maintain a normal level of interest mixed with a cool detachment needed to move through dating app conversations.

"We could find a couple more similarities over drinks tonight, if you're free?"

Very forward of him which you definitely didn't expect coming from a man with the internet persona he'd created over the last year. Admittedly you hadn't followed him or shown much interest past nodding emphatically when shown a post of him being hailed as the "internet's baby girl" by one of your girlfriends, but something about his assertiveness endeared him to you.

And before you knew it you were accepting his invitation of drinks at Socialista at 7pm.

Fast forward a couple hours, and you were fixing your lipstick in the back of the Uber before it unceremoniously dropped you off outside the cocktail lounge: the exterior of the bar painted an unassuming shade of charcoal paint.

Pushing open the door to the lounge you're met with the sweet yet severely overrated aromas of baccarat rouge 540 and santal 33. Dressed in a simple skirt and top set with a pair of strappy sandals in black you scan the refined interior of the lounge: green walls, crushed red velvet furnishings, and aged brass fixtures as far as the eye can see, but no sight of Jack yet. You find a two seater booth and sit down calling over a waiter, dressed so elegantly you might just assume it's Thom Browne and considering that its Socialista it very might well be.

You decide on a bourbon old fashioned and as you take your first sip your eyes fixate on the man entering the lounge. And it's none other than Jack himself wearing a long sleeve sable button-up, black slacks, and a nylon sneaker with wool socks.

The first couple of minutes were the typical awkward dance of a first date but after just a short 30 minutes you guys started to get hit a stride and happen to have very good chemistry—defying the common and frequent horror stories experienced on first dates. You guys bond over difficult familial relationship, though you can't imagine having it all play out on the public stage.

As the hour progresses from 7pm to 8 and from 8 to 9 you get cosier and cosier, and by 9:21 your knees rest on each others while you intently listen to his ramblings on why he much prefers cocktail lounges to restaurants,

"-And you end up having to wait for some guy-and then tell him what you want to eat. I mean it's a draconian concept!"

He says it with such magnetism and charisma that you'd think he was talking about something evoking passion, and not the flawed system of the restaurant industry, but you gather that's what draws him to people—that's what, against your better judgement, draws him to you.

You stay for another hour, but you both get up to leave at the chagrin of the staff who looked increasingly more agitated as the minutes ticked by, grateful that you guys took the hint to leave the lounge. Once you do, you both step out on the street.

The end of the date was, by far, the most awkward part of the date for you, it has always been this dance around skirting around a conversation in which you try to assert if the other wants to continue the night, or never wants to see you again in their life.

I couldn't really tell which side Jack was sitting on, despite our conversations and all around great date. However that was made clear to me seconds later

"Tell me if I'm a weirdo and I'll drop it immediately—you'll never have to see me again, but is it okay if I kiss you?"

Despite the touches on the arm and the innocent, light knee rubbing that occurred during the date you found yourself taken back at the earnest desire he presented to you in just that sentence alone. To his comment you emphatically nod with an embarrassingly enthusiastic "Yes", feeling the culmination of the tension and since desire that had steeped and brewed over the course of the night.

The kiss was, as cheesy, 90s erotica as it may sound, was electric and all-consuming. You swore you got so in the moment that you had to remind yourself to take breaths in between—and by the sound of Jack's breathing he might've had to as well.

You both stop after a while, suddenly aware of the possible bystanders who could be looking on, but you both maintain sharp eye contact with each other. Similarly, he continues to hold your forearm—lightly stroking it between his fingers with a quiet intimacy you hadn't quite ever experienced with a man you've known for less than 12 hours.

Without your knowledge you let out a small yawn, to which Jack loudly chuckles under his breath,

"I really bore you out that bad, huh?"

Embarrassed you bow your head, focusing on the graffitied pavement,

"Not at all—I just have a raging caffeine addiction and it's about the time i'd normally have a fix"

"Well not to sound presumptuous-"

"You definitely will, but I'm liking you so i'll allow you to go on anyway."

"I do have a pretty great coffee machine in my apartment if I do say so myself?" To which he proposes the undercover invitation as more of a question and less of a demand which you subtly appreciate.

"Lead the way"

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note: for this universe forget raya has a waiting list… i forgot that while writing this

[politicalchange]

you being jack’s scandal.

jack had been married, but his marriage was in shambles. ever since he started running as a presidential candidate up until the moment he became president. he had no one to go to for support, his wife distanced herself, taking their daughter alone and letting jack go through things by himself. then he met you.

he told you about his problems, talked on the phone, took you for late night walks in the white house garden, it was all so nice. it started off as something small, you both met at a bar, jack resorting to the strongest liquor as a way to cope with the stress of his wife potentially leaving, and you being the most sober person in the bar, making sure he makes it out alive. his wife never left him though. and she still doesn’t know what’s happening between the two of you.

anyway that’s how you ended up a month later, late night in the oval office, jacks button up white shirt sliding off your shoulder while you bounced on his cock in his president’s chair. jack continued to unbutton his shirt that was clad around your body and began to suck on your tits, leaving you in pleasure as you threw your head back.

“get up.” you quickly obeyed and stood on your feet, jack turned you around and bent you over his desk, quickly shoving his cock back into you and thrusting hard, his strong hands grabbed your waist and one hand was used to smack your ass, leaving a mark.

“you love being bent over my desk like a dirty fucking slut don’t you.” you whimpered and nodded, but jack gripped onto your hair and brung your back to meet his chest, you squealed loudly as he continued thrusting. “say it. say you like being a dirty slut. my dirty slut.”

you gasped as he gripped your throat. “i love being your dirty slut.” you cried and he had the audacity to laugh and force your head back onto his desk. he grunted as he gave you a few more hard thrusts, until he pulled out and you cried out at the loss of contact. he turned you around and gripped your face, “shut the fuck up.” then he crashed his mouth onto yours.

the makeout was quick and hot, jacks tongue fought for dominance against yours and you could feel the saliva swapping, that just make it even more hotter. jack pulled away and forced your mouth open, then he spit in it. “swallow.” you obeyed and jack smirked, caressing your face.

“you wanna get fucked more, huh baby? one orgasm wasn’t enough for you?” you shook your head and jack picked you up, shoving you against his window as he forced his cock back into you. “i’ll fuck you till you had enough don’t worry baby.”

you moaned out loud and began scratching at his back as his big arms wrapped around you and bounced your tiny figure up and down, all the pleasure becoming too overwhelming for you to handle. jack laughed in your ear, “don’t worry baby i got you. i won’t let you fall.”

after a few more thrusts, you came. but jack had other plans. “get on your knees.” you quickly got on your knees and jack forced his cock into your mouth, making you gag around it.

he groaned and threw his head back, gripping onto your hair for more support as you continued sucking the life out of him. you bobbed your head back and forth and gathered saliva into your mouth, letting his cock fall out so you can spit on it. you giggled as you slapped it against your face and pouted your lips up at him. he looked down at you, “fuck baby your so pretty.” you nodded and became stroking his cock, making sure to look up at him with low and seductive eyes at the same time.

“fuck i’m gonna come.” jack shot out spurts of cum onto your face, covering it all. you rubbed his cock all over you and licked his tip to collect any leftover cum, before using your fingers to lick his cum off your face.

jack pulled you up by your neck and sloppily kissed you, picking you up and bringing him into his bedroom. “my dirty fucking girl.” you giggled and wrapped your legs around him.

little did he know, his wife was on his way to speak with him about marriage counseling. yikes, that’s scandalous.

[endless-ineffabilities]

#2. hands — a jack schlossblurb (18+)

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Those damn hands...

One of the first things you found attractive about Jack, weirdly enough, was the fact that he has distinctively sizable paws. His hands are roughly padded and veiny, sinewy from a lifetime of overcompensating for having been a fat kid—thousands upon thousands of hours spent gripping the paddle, supporting his weight on the yoga mat, lifting the metal weights in his home gym. They sport a golden tan nine months out of every year. And they look damn good wrapped around your delicate little neck.

Jack likes doing it in view of the mirror. If you hadn't been opposed to it, you're sure he would have carried out his initial plan of having the ceiling right above your bed outfitted with a reflective panel. But he has to make do with the full-length ornate mirror propped by the wall. He often takes you directly in front of it, his sloppy thrusting making you brace your sweaty palms on the glass, your head lolling forward to fog it up with breathy moans as he fills you up good. One rough palm braced against your stomach, the other roaming the flesh of your curves. Cupping each breast, tugging your jaw so he can slip his tongue in your mouth, and inevitably anchoring around your throat, his digits applying the slightest amount of pressure.

He fuckin' whimpers at the sight in the mirror. He always does. You tell him what he wants to hear—that he's your baby, he's so big, he's your handsome boy. Oh, yeah... yeah... yeah! Jack, just like that.

You realised early on in your relationship that he's a sucker for praise. He'd beg for it if withheld for far too long. Lucky for you, this means that he's also eager to please. You tell him to go faster, and he scrambles to follow. Catching your eyes in the mirror, he asks, is this good? You like that? That fast enough for ya?

Please, please, tell him he's doing well. He lives for it.

Fuck yes, Jack, you mewl, you're so good, baby. So good.

With a strangled cry, his orgasm hits him almost violently that he stumbles on you, his head falling against your shoulder. His hot cum spills from your cunt, down your inner thighs, drip, drip, dripping onto the wool carpet.

After a beat, he sits you down, kneeling before you. He puts those hands to use, two thick digits burrowing deep while his thumb works your clit.

I'm gonna get ya there, baby. I'm gonna... right?

Yeah, Jack. Course you will. My good boy. Always.

[burnforyou]

pairing: Jack Schlossberg x female!reader

summary: you're both switches, breeding kink, smut, oral (f receive), not proof-read (I never proof read anything)

jack comes home from a day of work and you greet him at the door.

“your shirt’s cute,” you say, admiring him as you lean against the wall. he looks at you and smiles, slipping his backpack off. he turns around to show you the back. ‘kids for Casey,’ it reads. but he can’t turn around without flexing. you watch, trying to memorize the shape of his body as he flexes. his arms nearly rip the kids-sized shirt open. all you want is to climb his long, toned legs like a tree. especially in those nice black pants.

how is he so perfect?

“kids for casey, that’s cute,” you say, eyeing up his strong shoulder blades. you step closer to him slowly.

“i know, right,” he says, slipping off his shoes onto the mat. you slink your hand up his abs and chest. he stills and looks at you.

“it would be even cuter if you gave me your kids,” you say, half joking, half serious. he snorts. you feel his chest rise and fall beneath your hand.

“is that so?” he teases you, reaching out for your waist and effortlessly pulling you into him. instantly, his warmth overtakes you and you lose your train of thought. you press your thighs together in anticipation. you’ve been waiting for him all day.

“use your words princess," he says, his eyes darkening and jaw clenching. you lick your lips and blink up at him.

"i need you," you whisper breathlessly. he backs you into the wall like a predator hunting its prey, grabbing hold of your neck and biting down. you moan out and mindlessly grind into him, digging your nails into his back.

"how do you want it?" he asks. you don't answer. he comes up from your neck and looks you dead in the eyes. he searches your eyes for an answer.

"tell me, tell me exactly what you want," he grumbles. he grips your waist tighter.

"I want you, now, Jack," he goes back to sucking on your neck. he starts rutting into you, making you suck in. you feel his girth desperately rubbing on your bare thigh through his pants.

"say how you want it, y/n," he commands in your ear, his scruff rubbing on your ear.

"fuck, Jack," you moan, grasping onto his hair, "here, against the wall, hard."

"that's it," he groans out, "tell me more."

"I want you to cum in me."

"you mean it?" he inquires, looking right into your soul.

"mmhmm," you let out, nodding. he rubs his hand on you through your shorts and you gasp. he leans his forehead against yours, kisses you deeply, and continues. his long fingers reach up and rub your pussy.

"Jack," you gasp and pull his hair.

"you want me to put a baby in you, huh?" he teases.

"please," you whine.

"I've always wanted to, hun, I was just waiting for your word," he groans. he moves your panties and runs his fingers down your pussy. he slips one finger in you. "shit, you're so wet. you've been waiting for me all day, hm?"

"Jack, please fuck me."

"what do you mean?" he asks, slipping another finger in, "is this not enough for you?" you don't reply, you just moan. he removes his fingers and you whine.

"be patient," he whispers, slipping your shorts down your tanned legs. you help him get your shorts off and he stays on his knees and grips onto the back of your thighs. he looks up at you with those beautiful doe eyes and rubs the back of your thighs. he looks at your pussy and whispers,

"spread."

you move your legs apart and he kisses the inside of your thigh. he began kissing on your pussy, licking at your juices like a starved man. his big, Kennedy nose nudged your clit and made your knees buckle on him.

"your pussy's so good," he murmured. your juices and the little noises you were making were driving him up the wall. he grinded into the air, craving friction.

he gripped your leg and placed it over his shoulder, never moving from your pussy. he groaned deeply into you, sending vibrations up into you. he couldn't get enough of your taste, never once stopping to breathe.

you pushed his head deeper into you, gripping onto his hair for dear life.

"say my name," he spoke deeply into you. you shuddered and immediately spoke.

"Jack," you whined, "that's it, oh." he continued lapping at your core as your legs started shaking. your core coiled and burned in a way you've never felt before.

"Jack, fuck, I'm gonna cum."

he moved the hand he had on your leg to your lower stomach, putting pressure on your core and continuing to desperately eat you. your back arched off the wall and he looked up at you. once he locked eyes with you he didn't look away. this desire in his eyes pushed you over the edge, and you nearly collapsed on to him as you came on his face.

"that's it," he groaned, "good girl." he moaned as he continued to lick you. he slipped his fingers between your folds, caressing them with so much care. He smiled up at you, your juices glistening on his face. you caressed his wet face with one of your hands and admired him.

"Jack, you whined, grabbing at his shirt, "come," you whined again, barely intelligible.

"what's that?" he smirked, continuing to rub your sensitive pussy.

"come up here," you said, weakly grasping onto his shirt to get him to stand up. he set your leg back on the ground, grabbed your hips to hold you steady, and stood up. you tug his shirt off of him and admire his body. his hairy, sculpted body shone with sweat and his chest heaved as he drank you in. you smirk up at him, grab his hand and lead him to your couch. your stomach turns as you walk, knowing his eyes are glued to your body. he plops down on the couch and you climb onto his lap, your bare pussy flush on his covered hard cock. you move to get more comfortable on his lap, and tease him a little. his dick twitches as you sit on him, he throws his head back, and grips your hips.

"hm, keep moving on me like that," he groans, his head thrown back, making his neck fully open to you. you lean forward and press careful kisses on his neck. you grind on his covered cock more, enjoying the power you have over him. he grinds into you and begs:

"let me take these off," he whimpers, trying to slip his pants down. you grab his hands, stopping him.

"not yet," you whisper, continuing to rub on him, loving the feeling of the wet patch you've left on his nice pants. he grips the hem of your t-shirt and pulls it off you, throwing it away. he immediately attaches his lips to one of your nipples, watching your face closely. he wraps his strong arms around your waist and breathes heavy.

"please, y/n," he grinds into you desperately, "I need to be inside of you," he whines, "I want to breed you."

"mm, tell me more," you murmur, pressing your foreheads together, enjoying how easily he submitted to you. your pussy pulsed at the feeling of his hard cock, so needy, so desperate, twitching beneath you. you had all the power in the world.

"I want to breed you, fill you, y/n, fuck..." he trailed off, whimpering. "I want to come so deep inside you, I want to get you pregnant. I'd take such good care of you, baby."

"please, Jack,"

"shit, the idea of you being so swollen with my kid, my baby, mm, you'd be such a pretty mommy," he moans, talking to himself more than you.

"I'm gonna cum in my pants," he heaved, screwing his eyes shut tight. "fuck," he jumped as you undid his pants smoothly and reached your hand in his boxers, gripping his thick cock. his eyebrows scrunched together and a whimper escaped his lips. his cock was wet with pre-cum and so red and throbbing with desperation. he rutted into your hand with no self control.

"lie down" he groans, pushing his pants completely off. you throw yourself down on the couch flat and watch him closely, shamelessly admiring his naked body. he does the same, his eyes covering every inch of you, not wanting to miss anything. he climbs on top of you, his muscular arms folded on either side of your head, trapping you in. you reach your hand down and stroke his cock, staring at his face. his eyes scrunch up once again and his jaw falls slack.

"I want you to cum inside me, Jack, get me pregnant. tell the whole world I'm yours," you say seductively. he grinds on wet folds before thrusting into you finally. you both moan out at the same time. he looks down at your connecting bodies and looks back up at you with an expression you've never seen before: one that's so primal, so animalistic. you're discovering new parts of him you didn't know existed before today.

he continues to thrust his cock into you, never looking away from you. his hand slinks down to play with your clit and your back arches. you never break eye contact. the size of his dick never fails to surprise you when he slips in it.

"god, I've always wanted to get you pregnant, since I first saw you, fuck."

you wrap your legs around his fast-moving, hard-hitting hips and your arms around his neck, letting him take you completely. finally fulfilling a desire you've both secretly had for years. the sound of his dick moving in and out of your sopping hole fills your home, and your juices soak your nice couch.

"god, you're perfect, I'm gonna cum quick, fuck, cum baby," he rambles, fucking you harder.

"oh, Jack," your back arches and you pull him into you for a kiss. he groans into the kiss and slows down his thrusts, but goes harder. his hips move so skillfully, you fit so perfectly together (his cock fits so perfectly in you, your pussy swallowing all of him), like you were made for each other. the feeling of his cock pulsing in you has the knot in your core building.

"you want my baby real bad, huh? you're so perfect, fucking hell," he gasps, picking up the pace once again. Jack's passion is pushing you over the edge. "you're gripping me so tight."

"Jack, I'm- cum." you struggle to get anything out. he presses onto your clit harder and pistons into you with a purpose.

"there you go, cum, baby," his words push you over the edge once again, milking his cock, "fuck I'm gonna cum with you baby, that's it, you're squeezing me, making me cum."

his cum shooting into you makes your back arch into him even more, your toes curl, and it sends you over the edge once again. your legs stay wrapped around him tight, forcing him to cum all the way inside of you. you've never felt him so deep before. you're both breathing heavily in unison. he rests his forehead on yours and then kisses you sweetly. you can still taste yourself on his lips. he smiles down at you, letting himself get soft inside of you. you smile up at him, butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

[jhopezwrld]

please please pleaseee write jack schlossberg relationship headcanons 😩🙏 i love your fics!!

YEAA MORE JACK LETS GOOOOO

dating jack schlossberg headcanons ——

cw: idk man but it’s pg i swear (maybe pg-13 at worst)

takes pictures and videos of everything and i mean everything

just woke up and your hair is crazy? he’s taking a picture. you’re singing in the car? he’s recording it. mid hair wash in the shower? he’s taking a picture.

somewhat affectionate in public but extremely affectionate in private

if you’re out on a walk or going shopping with him, he’s got your hand in his and you’re walking on the inside of the sidewalk and he’s keeping you as close to him as he can

at home he basically lives inside of your clothes with you. will sit next to you in your couch and pull your legs on top of his and rub your calves because he just loves to touch you

showers together!!! he loves the domesticity of it. you have to buy double of all of your hair care items bc he’s using them all. your conditioner doesn’t last more than a month with him staying with you

begs you to wash his hair all the time. he just loves when you play with it tbh

will happily pay for you to get your nails done just to feel them scratch his scalp

kisses all over your face when you wake up together in the morning

or he will sneak out if he wakes up before you to grab you both breakfast and coffee

loves watching you get ready for dates. he’ll sit on the edge of your bed and just admire you as you do your hair and makeup

goes to you for fashion advice all the time. he also secretly loves coordinating outfits with you

makes sure to tell you he loves you before you both go to sleep, even if you’re upset with eachother

sends you random videos of what he’s doing throughout the day

makes you playlists of songs that remind him of you

i feel like he’s just such a classic gentleman and does all the ‘gentlemanly’ things like open doors for you, pull out your chair, doesn’t let you pay for anything, all that kinda stuff

he’s really just the sweetest boyfriend ever like u cannot get any luckier