#jack white fic

[daydreaming-in-daisies]

Relief (Jack White x Reader) [Chapter 5]

Author's Note: I have no idea who's about to read this since I haven't updated this since in like 2 years and the Jack White tag has tremendously died down since lol. Seriously, it's like a fucking ghost town in there sometimes. But I got bored and have honestly been wanting to finish this, so if you're still reading this or happened upon it then thank you!

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Detailed descriptions of oral sex, unprotected sex (kinda... you'll see), soft domination

Summary: You're a massage therapist at a high end spa in Nashville and wind up getting Jack White as a client. After having your hands on him for an extended period of time, you decide to take things a bit further.

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"Lie down on the table." Jack whispered in my ear, voice deep and husky with arousal.

I obliged. A cold shiver shot down my spine as soon as I realized he would be taking the reins from this point forward. There was something about his tone of voice when he instructed me to lie down that evoked a sudden sense of eagerness from me. I was almost sure what was about to happen next. I was not only sure, but more than ready for it.

I unclasped my bra before standing up and tossed it to the floor. My nipples were completely stiff after having Jack's cock in my mouth. I looked up at him while he grabbed my hand to help me up. His eyes had briefly travelled down towards my chest, obviously to see what had been hiding under my uniform this whole time. He looked into my eyes before smiling and leaning in to kiss me once more. In the midst of such a euphoric moment, he wrapped his arms around me and picked me up. I instinctually wrapped my legs around his torso and my arms around his neck. His skin was comfortably warm as my hands roamed the back of his neck and shoulders, still lingering with the scent of peppermint.

The feeling of his lips against mine was nothing short of enthralling. He traced my mouth with delicate kisses while placing his hands on the undersides of my thighs to hold me up. His kisses were slow with just a hint of impatience, each one more electrifying than the previous. I gently winded my fingers in those loose waves of his while our tongues glided in each other's mouths. The rush of sensations we felt while kissing were maddening. His desire manifested in the form of hushed hums and groans. My excitement increased as our lips brushed against each other. We hadn't even had actual sex yet, but I still felt the same blissful, head-spinning sensation that occurs when I do.

Jack's torso felt strong and solid against my body. In combination with his arms wrapped securely around me, I felt a faint sense of protection from him. There was something about the way he held me close that made me safe. Within this dimly-lit room, all that mattered was making sure I tended to his needs and made him feel good. As our time together progressed, that feeling gradually evolved into something mutual.

I let go of his lips and tossed my head back, uttering a trembled "oh god" out loud through gritted teeth. Jack nestled himself in the hollow my neck and placed those ticklish-feeling kisses of his all throughout, causing me to slightly part my mouth. I was still soaking wet, this time, ever so subtly grinding against him to give myself a bit of alleviation without completely eliminating all of my arousal. Just barely moaning while doing so, Jack noticed this and seconds later turned and delicately placed me on the table.

Jack took a step towards the massage table and straddled me, careful to land gently atop me. Our communication had become almost totally nonverbal at this point. Our eyes met once again and all I could do was release a shy giggle, trying to contain my excitement as he smiled back and leaned in to kiss my neck again, this time taking care to travel further down and give the rest of my body the same treatment. His open-mouthed caresses steadily made their way down to my breasts as he tenderly placed his hands on my sides. His hand placement kept me comfortably still while I reveled in this docile state. His tongue lightly flicked over my right nipple, clearly a sensitive spot as my chest began to heave and soft whines escaped my lips.

My hips started to buck against him. He had just started touching me and I was already beginning to break down. I craved him. I craved feeling his weight on top of me. His hips hurriedly thrusting against mine. His cock buried in me, fucking me until my body went limp and I was mindlessly begging for him. I so badly wanted all of that. But at the same time, I wanted to be patient. I relished in adoration he was giving my body. He wrapped his lips around my breast while his tongue grazed against my bud. He lightly bit down on it before lazily giving tiny licks along my nipple. He transitioned to the left side, leaving my right glinting with his saliva.

"Yeah, keep going." I breathed. I tried my best to control myself, but he could hear the eagerness in my voice. My hand affectionately stroked the back of his neck. My eyes were becoming hazy while his hands gently caressed my sides in an up and down fashion. Almost as if Jack was trying to calm me down and keep me from any sort of early release.

"Just relax, sweetheart." he coaxed in a whispered tone. The warmth of his hands against my body gave me such a sense of comfort. I loved hearing his brief sighs and grunts while his tongue worked along my body. Every inch of me was on fire. The anticipation of what all of this would lead to kept me shuddering as Jack's lips traced my torso with wispy licks and nibbles. Every kiss he gave to my body evoked some kind of physical reaction, whether it was a desperate moan, a sharp inhale, or me simply squirming with impatience. His lips were down to my stomach, seemingly taking his time to tease me by slowly covering every square inch of me.

I realized he was teasing me in a similar fashion that I was earlier. His hands coasted down to my hips and carefully slid my panties off. Once my final article of clothing had been removed, his hands moved over to my thighs and pried them open with a look of pure hunger on his face. I was slick and completely wet, I was throbbing all for him. He noticed how wet I had gotten and ran his thumb over my clit several times, a needy whine once again left me.

"Oh, fuck." I cried.

He pulled me forward and buried himself in between my legs and started with a slow, yet bold lick. His lips and tongue were hungrily delving into me as he held me down by my hips. The shaky panting that escaped my throat only encouraged him to further work his mouth on my cunt. My stomach began to slowly but surely knot up as sharp, nearly uncontrollable throbs overtook my core. I was in love with the feeling of this man on me: his hands pressing my hips into the massage table, his head in between my thighs, his dark waves brushing against the skin on my inner thighs, his tongue sensually lapping at the most sensitive bundle of nerves in my body, my eyes rolling at the back of my head, and my body periodically convulsing at this intense feeling. All of this supplied my body with an unbelievable adrenaline rush.

"Oh my fucking god," I whimpered. My eyes were still closed, heightening the whole experience. I had become so sensitive to even the slightest touch that being eaten out felt so jarring. My breath had hitched at that initial lick and I had gradually fallen apart from there.

Shuddering in enjoyment, I lazily opened my eyes to get another look at Jack. His eyes were dark and trained on me. He made sure our eyes met while he slipped his tongue in and out. My mind had seemingly stopped working, as all I could do was release wordless cries and moans. His hands gripped me tighter has he continued to bury his tongue into my clit. The pitch in my breathing had crescendoed to pained high-pitched whines. My head was fucking spinning as he ate me out. All of our previous contact combined the sudden waves of pleasure I was experiencing had reduced me to a writhing mess begging to get fucked by the man whom I was supposed to be giving pleasure.

He removed his mouth from my swollen clit and lifted his head, eyes still focused on my lower body while prying my thighs open just a little wider than before. He sighed in contentment. His oiled chest rose and fell with every deep breath he took.

"That's right, baby." he cooed. He stared at me once again with a subtle smirk growing on his face. He longingly stroked my thighs with his veined, pale fingers ghosting over my skin. "Let me make you feel good." I had become so fucking brainless that I could only react with a stuttered "uh huh" followed by a lazy nod in agreement. He was definitely taking amusement in my desperation. He loved that my once professional demeanor had little by little deteriorated into a much more submissive, uninhibited personality. "Only fair, right?" he cutely chuckled, revealing that charming smile of his again.

I focused on his lips, which had darkened to a strawberry-pink color, glistening from having his mouth buried in me. Fuck. That was an image I was never going to get out of my head.

"Yeah," I purred, finally uttering an actual word.

He dipped his head into me once again. This time sucking at my clit, just knowing how sensitive I was. My lips parted, yet no noise came out other than a few tiny hitched breaths. "Jack." I whimpered, trying to get his attention. The way his tongue felt in me made me lightheaded. My body quivered in shock with every suck he took. He was taking all the time he could to explore me with his mouth. His left hand lifted off of my thigh and he slowly slid his index finger in me. My heart dropped and I instantly let a shattered moan escape me, this one much louder than before. My heart rate sped up as he steadily pumped his finger into me. The combination of both his finger and his tongue fucking me made me impossibly wet. I had reached a level of sexual stimulation that felt unreal. He gradually increased the speed of his hand movements while his mouth and tongue remained to flick and suck in smooth, unhurried motions. There I was, totally spread out and panting on the massage table in a complete light-headed daze with a stream of whimpers, squeals, and "fucks" fanning from my lips. The juxtaposition between the two paces only added to my stimulation. I was surely on the brink of an orgasm. Jack looked up at me again, the satisfaction clearly displayed in his eyes.

I felt Jack's hand adjust itself again, this time adding his middle finger and ever-so-slightly opening me up. I jolted up and forward, I felt like I had lost complete control of my body in the best way possible. The satisfied grunts that came from him after acquiring better access practically reverberated throughout my body. His tongue was buried even deeper in me with now two fingers slipping in and out. "Oh fuck, yes, Jack." I cried. Jack lowly hummed in return. It was obvious that I was about to cum. I had tried my hardest to contain my orgasm, but all that did was produce pent up sexual frustration that had to be released. Jack could surely tell.

"You want more, baby?" he whispered in between licks.

I closed my eyes and exhaled "please" in relief. In one effortless motion, his two fingers curled upward and made a smooth, rocking movement. Jack briefly removed his face from me and his glistening lips curled into a closed mouth smile and snickered at my plea. He upped the pace of his fingers, which had never stopped working. "That what you want?" His tone of voice indicated carnal desire laced with just a hint of snarky playfulness. His right hand stroked my inner thigh. "Oh my god," I gasped. He knew exactly what he was doing. "Fuck me." I begged. "Please fuck me, I'm so fucking close." His tongue met my folds again with more bold laps and sucks, still with his fingers rocking back and forth inside of me.

He started doing small pulses with his fingers and no longer could I contain myself. This absolutely did it for me. My back immediately arched, mouth open, eyes shut, head cushioning into the table with the most lewd and impassioned moan I had released yet. It was drawn out while my orgasm hit me with what felt like a sudden wave. My entire body convulsed as I came all over his mouth and fingers, which had become undoubtedly drenched with my cum as he removed his lips from me. His lips and chin were even shinier than before after such an overflow.

I collapsed into the table with a massive exhale. I stared at the ceiling and took a few moments simply to zone out, breathe, and allow my senses to calm. Jack took this opportunity to take a breather as well. In the midst of my daze, I felt a familiar weight on top of my body break my concentration. My head was slightly off to my left side. I felt him give a few light pecks along my jawline and I closed my eyes again. My arms wrapped themselves around Jack's body, hands skimming his back and feeling the softness of his skin. The physical closeness we had in this moment had me swooning. It was pure skin-to-skin contact, no clothing, towels, or other physical barriers to keep us from feeling each other. He felt my fingers faintly running all over his back while I felt his chest rising and falling atop mine. While I savored every little kiss he gave to my jaw and neck, he embraced the feeling of our hips pressed together and his cock getting practically taunted by my folds against him.

"That felt so good, Jack." I cooed in his ear.

"Oh yeah?" he whispered. A few strands of his hair were tickling the right side of my face as I hummed and giggled in response. "Everything you've done has felt amazing, darling." he continued.

His praise made me weak. "I just wanted to give you what you needed." I responded innocently, my hand now fondling the back of his neck. Jack's cock was fully hard again, still pressed against my core and practically begging for me to let him enter.

"Fuck yeah, you did." he breathed.

His hips started to move against mine, "you gave me exactly what I needed, sweetheart"

My lips parted, vocalizing a tiny, sharp inhale in response. "Oh god." I murmured.

Jack exhaled and lifted his body, adjusting his head to look right at me. I spread my legs further in response, gazing back at him with wide eyes that begged for penetration. His breath was hot and heavy, he was definitely on the brink of giving in and completely taking over my body.

"Time for me to give you what you need, yeah?" he placed his hand on his cock and began teasing my folds by rubbing tiny circles in me. My breath hitched and Jack let out a low groan. "God, yes." I moaned. I gave him a brief but lustful kiss to his lips, I could faintly taste myself on him. "Please." I begged. I reached my hand over to stroke his hair. "Please, Jack." I was so fucking desperate. No words were spoken from him, just light panting. Jack looked at me up down, still just barely entered in me. I felt his hips move again, this time rocking forward.

Finally. Fucking finally. Here we go...

[reidtina]

Mr. President

Pairing: jack schlossberg x fem!reader

Content warning: +18 MDI semi-public sex (I think it's considered), oral sex (reader receiving), pet name calling (honey, darling, baby, babe), vaginal fingering, orgasm, office sex, smut, mentions of sex, established relationship, I think that's it

Word count: 1.9k

Summary: Jack Kennedy Schlossberg is the grandson of the Former President John F. Kennedy, and now he's the one to assume the role of president of the USA, he's a serious politician, but when it comes to his girlfriend Y/N, he's also a little horny, which sometimes leads to situations like eating her pussy in his office at the white house.

A/n: i wrote it because I didnt find many fics of him, but it's my first ever, I posted it on ao3 too

You’ve been dating Jack for over 3 years now, you lived in New York City, and since he moved to the White House in Washington you didn’t get to see each other as often as you’d want, but you had a few free days this week, so you decided to spend them in DC with him. The guards already knew you, so they let you in and you went straight to your boyfriend’s office on the west wing.

When he hears your knock on the door, he yells a little “come on in” and as you open the door, he looks up from the paperwork he was doing and smiles at you.

“Hey, darling” he says standing up from his chair and making his way to you and wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug. “I’ve missed you” he sighs, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“I’ve missed you too, babe, I wish we could spend more time together” you say

“I know” he replies, sliding his hands to your hips, pulling you over to sit down on the edge of his desk. “But I want to make up for the lost time” he stands between your legs, running his hands up and down your thighs. “I was about to go crazy having to work without seeing you all day” he says kissing your neck. His fingers move just under the hem of the tight black dress you are wearing.

“God, how I love this dress” he mumbles, his hands moving from your hips to slowly run up and down your back, feeling the soft lace on your skin through the fabric.

“Does that mean you don’t want to take it off?” you ask in a teasingly tone with a grin on your face.

He chuckles and is fast to reply “Oh, no, honey, I may love it, but there’s nothing you can wear that I’d like more than the sight of your bare skin”. He bites your shoulder lightly and runs his tongue over the spot he just bit.

Jack nips at your neck, planting a trail of kisses all the way down from your neck to your collarbone. “It’s not even fair how beautiful you are” he mumbles against your skin, his large, warm hands sliding under the dress to grab your thighs. He pulls back to look at you and his eyes roam your body, admiring every curve and dip of your figure under the form-fitting dress. “God, I need you” he groans.

“You have me, I’m yours” you say looking deep into his eyes and your hand cupping his face, pulling him in for a kiss.

When you break the kiss, he says “No, I need you right now” gripping at your waist to pull your body closer to his, pressing his hips into yours. His eyes are darkened with lust, his breathing heavy. “Can you lock the door?” he asks, his voice low and gravelly.

You get up from the desk and make your way to the door and while he closes the curtains you turn the key on the door, locking it and as soon as he hears the click of the door locking echoing through the office and you go back to where he’s standing, he pounces. He grabs your hips again and pins you to the edge of his desk, his mouth crashing into yours in a messy kiss. The kiss is hot, desperate, his tongue invades your mouth, tangling with yours.

“Hooking up with the president in the white house, that’s kinky” you mutter through the kiss, running one hand through his hair and the other lightly scratching his chest. “God, that mouth of yours” he mutters back, then running his tongue slowly over yours, before pulling away slightly. “Maybe I’ll have to put it to good use for me” he says, nipping your bottom lip and pinning you harder to the desk with his hips. His hands grip your thighs, slowly sliding up your dress. He plants a trail of kisses down your neck, biting softly at the skin, his warm breath fanning across your chest through the fabric of your dress. His hands continue to slide up your thighs, and he moves to push your legs apart.

He lifts you up and sets you gently on the desk, his body now between your legs, his lips are on your neck, slowly sucking in the soft skin and marking you as his own. His hands are on your hips, holding you against him as he continues to kiss and bite every bit of skin he can find, sometimes getting a moan out of you.

“God, you’re delicious” he mutters against your skin, his hands moving to your thighs as he pushes your dress up, slowly running his hands up your bare legs, his lips find their way to your collarbone, and he kisses, nips and sucks, masking your skin as he goes. “So soft” he breaths heavily, placing a kiss right over your chest before moving down to your bare thighs, his hands grip on them, as he slowly spread your legs wider “I need more” he groans and you moan to the feeling of his mouth on your thighs. “Take it” you say softly and low.

His lips move to your knee, where he bites down gently “Careful what you say to me” he mutters, his hands slowly tracing up your inner thigh “I’ll take everything I can”, his words send shivers up your spine. “It’s yours to take” you whisper as he pushes your legs open even further, biting gently at your inner thigh, his lips moving over your skin “you’re mine” he says, his hot breath washing over you. “I am” you confirm, nodding and caressing his hair as his lips find their way higher and higher, until you feel them press against your core through your underwear, he gently bites and sucks at the skin and then pauses to say: “and no one else’s”

“No one else’s, only yours” you confirm again, eager to feel his mouth on your skin again and then his tongue darts out, licking over the fabric of your underwear once again. He looks up at you through black eyelashes and whispers “I’m going to show you exactly who you belong to”, his fingers running over the lace of your panties. “Show me, babe” you ask.

He grins at you, and in one swift movement, he hooks his fingers into your panties and pulls the lace off, tossing them somewhere on the floor, before quickly getting back on his knees in front of you. He runs his hands up your legs again, his fingers slowly running over the sensitive skin of your center. “I’m gonna make you say my name” he says in a seductive tone. “Oh, fuck” you let out a moan when one of his fingers enters you.

He moves his other hand up to grip your thigh, pulling you closer to him “That’s not it, darling” he teases, his breath hot on your skin and now two fingers moving inside of you. “Say it” he demands, his lips trailing up your thighs, moving closer to where his fingers are, his lips move up and down, not quite where you need them yet. “Jack, please” you beg, your voice shaking in lust and need. He runs his tongue over the sensitive skin of your thighs, teasing you “please what, honey?” he asks, looking up at you, his brown eyes darkened with lust, burning through your skin. “Please eat my pussy” you ask, barely able to let out the words through your desperation. “That’s all you had to say, darling” he mutters, and wasting no more time his tongue dives into you, his mouth and fingers working over you. He sucks and licks at your skin, tasting every bit of you as he devours you, his tongue moves rapidly.

He pulls back for a moment, running his tongue over his lips, the corners of which turn up in a sly grin “I’ve been wanting this all that, baby” he says and you grin down at him and teasingly say “You love the way I taste, don’t you?” He hums against you, his tongue running up and down again “Yeah, I do. I’m addicted to you” he says, his eyes flickering up, watching your facial expressions, admiring your moans and the way you tilt your head back in pleasure, loving every second of it. “You know I love when you sound like that” he mutters, his eyes never leaving you. “Jack” you moan his name, the sound of it sending blood down his cock, he loves the sounds you make, loves the fact that he’s able to get you this worked up “Say it again” he asks and you obey, moaning his name again as you bite your lower lip “I’m almost cumming, Jack” you groan. “Yeah, baby?” he smirks onto your skin, keeping his fingers movements at the same pace and asks you “Tell me what you want”

“Just keep doing it like this” you say grabbing his hair and he groans against you, loving the feeling of your fingers in his hair, he obliges, continuing to move his tongue and fingers in just the way he knows you love. “Just like this, baby? You like that”

“Uhm, yeah, just like that” you moan, his mouth working to get you just where you need to be, you feel your legs shaking and your breath getting heavier when you finally cum on his fingers and mouth, he laps up your release, pulling out his fingers and running his tongue over your core and sucking his fingers before standing up and grabbing you to hold your body against his. He kisses you, giving you a taste of your own pussy, “You’re so perfect” he says, cupping your face and holding your body against his. “I love you, Jack” you reply, he smiles, a soft, love-filled smile as he lifts you into his arms and walks over to his chair, sitting down and pulling your body into his lap, he wraps his arms around your waist, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck and whispers “I love you too, y/n”

“Where are my panties? I can’t be caught sitting here on your lap wearing nothing but a dress” you say and he grins against your skin “They’re on the floor somewhere, let’s hope no one walks in” he says, pressing a gentle kiss on your neck and running one hand up and down your bare leg. “Let me just grab them” you ask, grinning too and attempting to stand up, but he holds you in his lap “Oh, no, you’re not going anywhere, not when you’re sitting on my lap with nothing but a dress”.

You chuckle and say “You’re so naughty, Mr. President”, he grins and says “Only for you, you menace. You make it so easy when you wear a dress like this”. So you tease him and say “Even easier when I don’t wear anything”. He groans and bites your neck “Don’t tease me like this, you know I’ll have you again” he says, running his hands on your bare thighs. “I’d be happy to let you have me as many times as you want to” you say, smirking. “I need to go through a few meetings and then I’ll take you back to my room” he promises, making even more eager to have him all to yourself all night long. “I can’t wait for that” you grin.

“Oh, I have so many ideas” he says, his lips moving to your shoulder “and you’ll have to follow every single one of them” he teasingly whispers, nipping at your skin and making you smile to the thought of the night you’ll have.

[caffeinatedvigilantewriter]

So Dani just transformed, and someone recorded her secret and posted it on the towns facebook

Amity Parker’s saw a never-before seen girl that looks exactly like the Fenton boy (only more healthy)

And watched her transform in a carbon copy of Phantom to fight the Wisconsin ghost

And make a throw-away about her being a clone(!?!)

Naturally, Danny and Dani think they are screwed

Until people start thinking that Dani is the clone of Phantom and Fenton.

After they are definitely not the same person (although Fenton looks dead on his feet)

Hell, even Jack and Maddie believe it, and even pushed aside their ghost grudge and adopted her into the family.

The only people that know the truth is Danny, Dani, Sam, Tucker and Vlad.

Unfortunately, the GIW decides that Dani is an vile creature and must be killed

The rest of the town is not having that

[miharaikko]

jacket on (jack it off)

Oneshot • Rated E • 10,5 K words • Read on AO3

There, at the foot of the bed, stands Alex, bathed in the morning light, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as he catches Henry watching him in the mirror. Henry might be still woozy, but his eyes are sharp, following every deliberate movement Alex makes as he brings his hand to the front of his towel, tugging on it and letting it unravel to the floor. “Enjoying the view?” Alex asks. Henry narrows his eyes, though the faint blush in his cheeks betrays him. “I’d enjoy it a lot more if you wouldn’t ruin it by getting dressed.”

Or: As Alex gets dressed and ready for work, Henry is overwhelmed by the vision in front of him. So he takes the matter into his own hands.

[lcandothisallday]

Jeremy concepts: Jeremy sees you at a pickup game and shows off to flirt

A Shot Worth Taking - Jeremy (WMCJ) x f!reader

Part 1 - Meet Cute

note: this started as a concept (that’s why the writing is very unprofessional lol) but the idea has sparked an idea for a series

warnings: none

series masterlist!

no because imagine you and your girl friends are there because your friend vanessa is supporting her man while he plays a different game, and you're just sitting there on the bench slightly bored and scrolling through your phone.

but then jeremy sees you and his breath gets caught in his throat--your beauty just stopping him in his tracks completely. and he glances down at his outfit--specifically at his wacky sandals and its the first time he feels a bit self-conscious so he KNEW he had to step up his ball game if he wanted to impress you even an ounce.

kamal notices jeremy's internal conflict and he follows his line of sight and sees you sitting there which causes him to smirk. "finally considering your god awful outfit choices?" he teases the curly haired man. Jeremy scoffs and shrugs him off nonchalantly. "fuck off" he mutters. "we gotta win this pick up," jeremy mumbled.

kamal begins laughing before he smirked, his intrusive thought winning. "AYO!!!" he yelled out towards you, causing you and your home girls to look up and pay attention to the group. immediately Jeremy's eyes widened and he smacked kamal. "man what the fuck are you doing?!" he exclaimed.

"getting her to pay attention," kamal responded. "now pull up and work your magic," he mused, moving towards the middle of the half-court to begin the game.

jeremy groaned and sluggishly followed, hoping you didn't catch on. but the thing is--you did catch on. after kamal had shouted for your guys' attention, you were intrigued, a playful smile on your lips.

"oh my god," Vanessa exclaimed. "what the hell is the white boy wearing?!" she laughed. you cringe playfully but you can't help your giggle.

"its not...that bad" you laughed. "I wonder if he's any good."

your other friend destiny scoffed. "looks like he was dragged from an organic smoothie shop to play in the pick up...aint no way this white man can jump."

as the game starts, you lean forward, resting your elbows against your knees as you and your girls watch intently. jeremy nervously glances you once more before he laser focuses on the game.

you observe as he runs around the court, effectively working with kamal before he approaches the 3-point line for the first time and easily sinking the ball into the basket. your friends gasp in shock and all you can do is grin. jeremy had a proud and cocky grin evident on his face, before he turned, made direct eye contact with you, and confidently winking your way, causing you to blush madly.

destiny instantly caught on and playfully shoved you in disbelief. “the white boy is into you!” she laughed. you go to deny and she scoffs. “don’t try to deny that shit! own it babes!”

“i cant lie…he’s really cute,” you breath out, feeling your face get hot at the confession. you all continue watching as jeremy puts on a record show. he was unbelievably good and extremely funny just from what you overheard him say to the other team.

“oh he’s definitely showing off to get your attention,” vanessa points out after a while with a smirk. “i say you shoot your shot after the game…maybe you need a white guy after the shit show you experienced with that lebanese guy that did you dirty.”

“ugh don’t remind me,” you shutter.

jeremy and kamal were huffing as they stood in front of the other two guys, effectively waiting for the pay out with smirks on their faces.

“pay up bitch,” jeremy mused cockily, his right hand held out while the other held onto the basketball.

the guy whined as he pulled out the bills and handed them over. “you’re gonna get beat up one day with that strategy,” he muttered sourly.

jeremy could only grin. “pleasure doing business.”

“nice game,” he hears someone say, causing him to swing around to face the person, coming face to face with you. he grinned even wider if possible.

“hey,” he breathed out.

“hi,” you smile. “you were really impressive…i cant lie—me and my girls didn’t think you’d play that good,” you admit shyly.

jeremy licked his lips and looked at you with amusement. how the fuck did you manage to be even prettier up close? “i played at gonzaga—”

“yeah i figured with your knees,” you replied, causing him to smirk. “so you paying attention huh?”

you scoff playfully. “how can i not when you’re so obviously trying to impress me,” you flirt back confidently.

Jeremy grinned. “how can i not when such a pretty girl is in the stands watching me?” his comment makes you blush. “im jeremy by the way.”

“im y/n…”

“would you maybe wanna grab dinner sometime?”

[scarlet-came-back-wrong]

Reading Dracula fanfiction from the 2000s is a wild ride sometimes. Vlad III hangs out with Tod from Elisabeth. Seward cucks Henry Wotton and Arthur marries Marian Halcombe. Dracula and Lucy split the Crew between their respective harems. There is a retelling from Dracula POV written by a fourteen year old that is miles better than The Dracula Tape by Fred Saberhagen, the published book with a similar premise. Erik and Christine are also here somehow (and both are vampires, of course).

[anonymousangstmonster]

I just had an idea for a DP prompt that i think you might like:

Jack and Maddie find out Danny is a half-ghost, and they don’t hate him but do want to “cure” him of his affliction.

But they don’t know how to do that, so they hand him over to the GIW. They have more resources, and they’re government-supported so they must be good, right? It sucks to be away from him, but the GIW insisted on separation, and it’ll definitely all be worth it when they get to see their boy healthy and happy again.

…yeah, no. It doesn’t go at all like how they imagined. They only realize the true depths of their mistake far later, and are horrified at what the GIW did.

ooooo yes!

anyone want to help anon here and write this?

[somefanficrecomendations]

March Monthly Roundup

A belated St. Patrick’s Day, and Happy Easter if you celebrate! Sadly, I had a busy March, so this month’s rec list is short and sweet!

BATFAM Too Close to Rotting to be Alive by alicecrow6 (gen), <1k, Damian Wayne-centric, Angst The thoughts of a rotting corpse not yet placed in his grave.

pull up the ladder when the flood comes by mintchocochips (gen), 4k, Cass Cain-centric Black Bat is operating in Hong Kong. Bruce is dead. A hell of a lot of people are dead. Cass is trying her damnedest not to drown. She doesn't want anyone else to drown either. She just wants to be good. She is maybe, just maybe, not okay.

charity by Valkrin (gen), 7k, Different First Meeting, Bad Parent!Drakes The biggest downside of being adopted by Bruce Wayne is putting up with rich people events, including one where Jason will be in a room with a bunch of rich kids for a couple very long hours while Bruce goes to the adults' meeting. Jason is ready for a very bad time but the Drake kid listens to him from the start and keeps backing up Jason's ideas even though they've never met. Jason warms up to Tim Drake long before Mad Hatter tries to take over the meeting and Tim backs him up again.

the picture frames have changed and so has your name by Zahri (gen), 24k, Case Fic, Hurt/Comfort There’s something wrong with Dick. Tim thought everything was getting back to normal. Bruce was alive and back in their timeline, the Birds of Prey were once again operating out of Gotham, Dick had the city well under control as Batman and even Damian had been less obnoxious than usual. And then during a firefight at a warehouse by the docks, Tim was almost hit by a flying boomerang. And Dick never noticed. When something is wrong with your big brother, who else do you turn to but your big sisters?

Fatherhood for Dummies by Havendance WIP, (gen), 6k, Batman Comics, POV Jack Drake When Tim runs away to No Man's Land, it takes Jack far too long to realize that he's gone. Once he does though, he'll do anything he can to get him back.

THE WITCHER Flung to Catch a Star by inexplicifics WIP, (Eskel/Geralt/Jaskier), 63k, Accidental Warlord AU      Morvran Voorhis, first-ranked prince of Nilfgaard, has been sent to Kaer Morhen on a diplomatic mission. His tasks are twofold: first, negotiate a nonaggression treaty between the wild barbarian Warlord of the North and the Nilfgaardian Empire. And second, ingratiate himself with the mysterious Warlord’s daughter and heir apparent, Princess Cirilla.      Sir Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach, a Vicovaran knight, has been assigned to protect young Prince Voorhis on this mission. Prince Voorhis may be the best of a bad lot, but Cahir’s still not looking forward to the threats or the temperature of a winter in the distant North.      They both know their mission is a dangerous one. But they don’t know where the true danger lies…and while they know how to navigate Nilfgaard’s treacherous court, they are not prepared for Kaer Morhen. This is a mission they might not survive…and if they do, they might be changed beyond all recognition.

HARRY POTTER Three Body Problem by cabezas_de_vaca (gen), 43k, Alternate Hogwarts House Sorting To the girl with the bushy hair and the hungry mind, the Hat says RAVENCLAW; To the boy with the scar and the ask of otherwise, the Hat says SLYTHERIN; To the sixth son who has already chosen the two others, from a chance encounter on a train, the Hat says HUFFLEPUFF; and Flitwick is delighted and Sprout is intrigued and Snape is resigned, to say the least. Or: Perhaps the trio is inevitable everywhere, but in this variation, none of them are in Gryffindor, and they do their best to build things anyway.

CROSSOVER While You Were Missing by basil_coffee_and White Collar x Batman (Jason Todd/Roy Harper), 23k, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Jason!Neal A familiar redheaded child darts across the bullpen with a shout of “PAPA!” and barrels into Jason’s arms. “Lian–” He breathes. Jason's undercover work as Neal Caffrey is difficult for several reasons. He didn't anticipate that single parenting would be one of them, though.

[floredaqueen]

𝕎𝕙𝕠 𝕀 𝕎𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝔽𝕠𝕣

𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 - (𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤)

𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 - (𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤)

𝐒𝐭��𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 - (𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤)

𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 - (𝕆𝕦𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝔹𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕤)

𝐉𝐉 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤 - (𝕆𝕦𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝔹𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕤)

𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 - (𝕊𝕦𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕝)

𝐆𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐧 - (𝔽𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕠 𝕊𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟 5)

𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 - (𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔹𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤)

𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐲 - (5𝕝𝕓𝕤 𝕠𝕗 ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖)

𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 - (ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕊𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤)

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐬 - (𝕁𝕠𝕙𝕟 𝕎𝕚𝕔𝕜 4)

[uncaught-coolfish]

im dreaming of a white fang christmas

(don’t tag this as ship or else I’ll have you stoned with rocks in the town square)

bonus:

[methoughtsphantom]

i am now just realizing that even po, my favorite animated movie saga protagonist, meets the criteria to be a favorite of mine.

having died and came back

i mean danny fenton? jason todd? peter parker?

…it’s a fucking pattern.

[lcandothisallday]

Concept: anything that involves with jealous Jeremy maybe he’s playing basketball at the gym and notices a guy or two trying to talk to you

hehe😋🤭

Jeremy (WMCJ) x f!reader

“dude! focus!” kamal exclaimed, aggressively passing jeremy the ball which just promptly hit him in the chest before falling straight to the ground.

currently jeremy was too preoccupied staring in the direction where you stood near the work out equipment, talking to a guy who just wouldn’t leave you alone.

“why the fuck isn’t she telling him to fuck off?” he muttered under his breath. usually, when your work schedule aligned with jeremy’s, the both of you would go to the gym together. he would either go to play basketball or train someone, while you try to sneak in a workout—even if you were dead tired from work. except this time, you really didn’t want to go and he insisted, saying it was a good opportunity for the both of you to get out of the house.

when he saw you laugh at something the guy said, he immediately stormed off to assert his dominance. when you noticed him approaching, you couldn’t help the knowing smirk making its way on your face.

“hey baby,” he hummed, pretending to be nonchalant as he wrapped his arm around your waist and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “you done your workout?”

“yeah im ready to go home if you are,” you smile, looking up at him with the stupidest love drunk look. the guy caught on and looked between the two of you with a shocked expression.

“ain’t no way your fine ass is dating the weird detox drink guy!” he exclaimed. Jeremy furrowed his brows and looked at the man. “i’ll have you know they’re actually very good for your gut health—”

“Jeremy c’mon!” you laugh, tugging at his hand. “no need to take up anymore time here,” you smirk, pulling him along. “good bye jerry!”

you walk out of the gym with jeremy trailing behind you. just as you’re about to hop into his car, he traps you against it. “wanna tell me why you were all giggly in there with mr. jerry?” he asked, his brows raised.

you lick your lips as you wrap your arms around his neck. “i did that on purpose to rile you up,” you state matter of factly. “one because you’re cute as fuck when you’re jealous and two—because it’s my day off of work and you dragged me to the gym instead of using the day to test out how many rounds we can go,” you hum, your fingers playing with the curls at the nape of his neck.

hearing you say that had his cheeks flaring up with heat. “ohhhh…i didn’t know it was like that…” he trailed off quietly.

“hmm—it’s like that…so can we please leave?” you ask, looking up at him seductively through your lashes.

“baby are you gaslighting me?”

“aren’t i always?”

[elfqueen006]

Blanche - Chapter 1 Preview

It's a Snow White AU basically and it's been sitting in my drafts for the absolute longest. Might as well put it out here.

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“Lady Janette Blouin has returned from her travels!” Skylar, the lady-in-waiting, burst through the double doors. The queen’s writing quill scraped across her letter, tearing it in two. The nasty rip of parchment alerted the younger woman, who realized a bit too late that she’d disturbed her charge. May-Rose’s hands trembled furiously as she grit her teeth; her emerald eyes darting up and piercing Skylar’s soul.

“You didn’t think to knock?” the queen seethed.

Skylar opened and closed her mouth, unsure of being literal nor risking to push her luck. “Sincere apologies, my lady.” 

May only scoffed in response, crumbling the ruined paper and tossing it aside. “You’d better have a reason for acting so impertinent.” she warned, her voice low.

Meekly, the woman approached her desk, though it seemed to get farther with every step, especially in the dark. Skylar glanced around, avoiding direct eye contact with the queen, and as she did so, her mind briefly wandered. She remembered in her old manor, her father had a study similar to this. Well, that was a lie. She’d only been there a few select times, and each time it only seemed to get more unremarkable. Though, what she could equate to the queen’s was that she shared a feeling that each time she entered it seemed to have more space than she thought possible.

The queen’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts, “Today would be a good time, Skylar.”

“Yes…yes, your highness!” she piped up. Surprising herself once more, she was already at her desk. “...Her ladyship, Janette Blouin, has returned from her travels,” Skylar said haltingly.

May exhaled through her nose. “I know. I was writing her back.”

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[thesituationship]

Oh finally found the perfect song to imagine my fic too. Writing always comes out better that way stg

[gretchensinister]

Daily Fic Highlight: Tell Me Anyway

Today's winner of the kudos email is:

Tell Me Anyway (the other link function wasn't working for some reason)

"Tell Me Anyway" is a Jack/North ficlet that I wrote for a prompt in Round 1 of the Rise of the Guardians Dreamwidth Kinkmeme. It's a brief moment in an established relationship they have where Jack is the dominant partner. 542 words, T, M/M.

Sample:

On some level, North can’t help it, Jack thinks. He knows what Jack wants, and there’s still something young enough about him that he’ll start to give him that almost without thinking about it. At least, that’s been the case since Guardianhood apparently permanently moved him to the nice list—if some of the things Jack has asked for haven’t gotten him on the naughty list, it seems like a good bet that nothing will.

[echoheart]

Absolutely tragic when you have a super old fic you once read trapped in your head but you're pretty sure whatever site that was doesn't even exist anymore and you're doomed to remember it from afar