#jason dean x reader imagine

[velvetdaisies333]

could you do jason dean dating a reader who’s shorter than him? fem or gender neutral is fine! :3

a/n: this one got a little spicy my apologies but hope you enjoy <3

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Jason Dean Dating Someone Who’s Shorter Than Him (Headcannons)

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I feel like JD would love to date someone shorter than him, though I don’t think he’d have a preference either way.

But if you’re shorter than him, it definitely would give him a feeling of power over you.

He’d definitely be a bit more demanding and demeaning.

He’d never seriously make fun of your appearance or things you can’t control.

But he’d obviously do it as a joke.

JD loves how his jacket would be bigger on you than it is on him.

“You look like 2 kids stacked under there.”

“Shut up.”

Loves loves loves when you ask him for help reaching something.

“Need help there, munchkin?”

“Yes please, but don’t ever call me that again.”

He doesn’t stop calling you that.

It’s his favourite pet name for you, besides darling, of course.

Doesn’t matter if you’re an inch shorter than him or multiple, he’ll still call you munchkin.

“We should get a munchkin cat, maybe it’s your long lost cousin or something.”

“Oh shove it, JD.”

“That’s what you said last night.”

“…”

“You weren’t this quiet last night either.”

“Get a job.”

Loves holding your hands during sex.

Like, above your head, pinned on the mattress type of holding hands.

During motorcycle rides, he tells you to hold on tight so you don’t fly away like a napkin.

“Coulda used a napkin last night, couldn’t ya?”

“What, for your face?”

“I can’t win.”

Loves tickling you because he knows you can’t get away.

But also because he likes the power he has over you since he knows you can’t get away.

“Bro, stop, please, I’m gonna piss my pants.”

“….Did you just call me bro?”

Hates when you call him bro or dude or anything of the sort.

It means you see him as your equal, and he doesn’t really like that.

He’s already got the height-power-thing against you, why do you see him as an equal and not above you?

Will probably ignore you for awhile just so you can apologize to him, wearing his shirt or sweater that almost completely drowns you out.

Again, the power thing.

“I’m sorry.”

“For?”

“…Calling you bro?”

“Okay.”

Probably won’t apologize to you though if he calls you something you don’t like.

Unless you’re really upset by it.

“…Sorry.”

Make-up sex goes crazy after things like this.

Definitely not into you being dominant at all, but if you really wanted to, he’d let you ride him but only if he gets to guide your hips.

Bro’s 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂.

He’d make sure you finish though, no doubt.

Loves the cuddles after where he gets to hold you.

You, in his shirt after a warm shower where he washed you and your hair, and he gets to cuddle?

No hesitation he says yes.

Loves to hold things above your head like those loser guys in the halls at school.

But he only does it so he can hear your ‘I love you’ after with a kiss.

“What do you say?”

“Thank you, I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

[unlikelykidpost]

This is my first time posting here, but I really want to hear from my fellow POC. Is anyone else tired of reading stories where it’s all about the main character x reader? You dive in, expecting a really inclusive narrative, but then it hits you: “Their cheeks glowed pink!” Seriously? Where am I getting that rosy hue? Or when the character casually puts their hair into an easy ponytail—come on, it takes me forever just to get my hair in a ponytail! You know what I mean, right..??

It's frustrating when the story drops hints that suggest the 'reader' is white. It really grinds my gears, and I wish writers would stop doing that, or at least include a warning that the reader character is going to be white. I want stories to be genuinely inclusive and for writers to be more flexible in how they describe characters. It’s disappointing when you can tell that a writer based their characters on white experiences and WHITE PEOPLE. but thats all, thanks for listening to my ted talk!!

[zepskies]

Headcanon: Sleepwalking

Pairings: Dean Winchester x F. Reader, Beau Arlen x F. Reader, Soldier Boy/Ben x F. Reader, Jason Teague x Reader

AN: @jackles010378 This one's for you, hun! 😘

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only. Mainly fluff, implied sex, nakedness

HC: How Dean, Beau, Soldier Boy (Ben), and Jason would react to you sleepwalking.

Dean Winchester

At first, Dean can't understand why you hesitate to sleep with him after, well, sleeping with him.

Did he read you wrong? Is just this something casual for you? The thought makes him swallow, jaw clenching, but if that's how you want it...he can try to be okay with that.

Seeing the hurt he's trying to bury behind his eyes, you settle down beside him in bed and stroke his cheek. You assure him that you're staying. Even though in the back of your mind, you're hoping and praying.

Please, God. Not tonight...

It happens around 3:00 in the morning.

Dean feels you stir on your side of his bed. He's a light sleeper at the best of times, so he turns to see you tossing the covers off your half-naked body and getting out of bed.

"Where're you going?" he says, playfully trying to grab your hand. But you slip right out of his hold without answering him, padding to the door and leaving the room.

Still half-asleep, but now thoroughly bewildered, Dean's brows furrow, and he gets up to follow you. You would never walk out of a room wearing just his shirt and nothing else, your bare feet slapping the floor with every step. He hopes Sam isn't up and about at this hour.

It takes him a while, but Dean finds you in the kitchen. There you seem to be trying to put together a bowl of Cheerios. The box is already on the counter. You're opening cupboards and leaving them open, your hands searching for a bowl.

"What'cha doin' sweetheart? Little midnight snack action? I can get behind that," Dean says.

You don't even seem to hear him. Dean watches you grab a mug instead of a bowl...and the orange juice instead of milk.

It all goes downhill from there.

"I did what?" you exclaim the next morning. "See! This is why I didn't wanna tell you."

You cover your face in your hands in mortification while Dean rubs your back, chuckling so hard he can't even breathe. You smack him in the stomach, but it doesn't stop his wheezing. He kisses you on the cheek to placate you.

"It's okay, baby. I didn't know coffee grounds and O.J. went so well together."

Beau Arlen

The first night you stay over at his air stream trailer, you warn him ahead of time while you sit beside him on the narrow bed.

"Just so you know, I um..." Getting out the words are difficult. You give him a wan smile in embarrassment, but he's listening intently, waiting for you to finish.

You sigh and decide to bite the bullet. "I tend to sleepwalk."

Just as you predicted, Beau's brows shoot up in surprise.

"Really?" he says, a smile starting to curve his lips.

Your lips twitch at a smile as well. "Yes, so I don't wanna hear any wisecracks. It runs in my family, unfortunately."

"Wow, a whole family of sleepwalkers, huh?" he muses, rubbing a hand over his bearded chin. "Gotta say, I'd like to see that--"

You cut off his chuckling with a shove of his shoulder.

But that night, Beau is startled awake when you trip over his shoes left on the floor, beside a small pile of his clothes and yours that you two hadn't bothered to pick up.

You aren't hurt too badly -- just a bruised forehead and very confused the next morning.

But from then on, Beau takes your condition more seriously.

Every night, he makes sure his place is clean and organized so you don't trip on anything.

He puts a child lock on the door in case you try to open it while sleepwalking, and he keeps the sliding door to the bathroom open in case you need to get in there.

Most importantly, he locks his guns away in a safe inside his nightstand.

His objective is making sure you're safe and comfortable whenever you're with him.

Though he can't help teasing you a little bit (a lot) when you rearrange his entire sock and underwear drawer in your sleep, perfectly folded and color coded.

"Well, thanks very much, darlin'," he grins.

You shake your head, covering your warm, blushing face.

"Shut up."

Soldier Boy (Ben)

"What the fuck?" Ben wipes his bleary eyes, but he still can't believe what he's seeing.

He watches in bewilderment when he finds you in the kitchen in the middle of the night. Completely naked. Frying up some bacon to go with your toast, apparently.

Not that naked cooking doesn't appeal to him. In fact, the sight of you from behind -- your hair loose over your shoulders, the curve of your waist and the gentle swell of your hips, bare ass and legs, and the hint of side boob while your hands move deftly with the pan and silver utensil...

It's arousing, even erotic, making his cock twitch in his sweatpants.

And it actually fits pretty well with one of his fantasies that he's been wanting to try out with you.

But this is also more than a little fucking strange. You're usually dead to the world until at least 9:00 a.m.

"Sweetheart, what're you doing?" he asks. He approaches you from behind and rests a hand on your lower back as he peers over your shoulder, but you don't answer him.

When a large spark of grease pops in the pan, you barely even flinch when it hits your arm and burns you.

Instinctively, he knows something's wrong. He grabs the pan out of your hand and hooks an arm around your waist, pulling you away from the crackling grease. He turns off the stove and steps back with you in his arms.

"Hey, are you hearing me? What the fuck's going on here?" he asks.

Your eyes seem glazed over, until he (gently) slaps at your cheek.

"Hey."

Finally, you blink faster a few times, take a deeper breath, and glance up at him. "Hey..."

Your brows furrowing, you look around the room in confusion. Your eyes widen when you look down at your naked body. You gasp and cling to his arms. "What the hell?!"

"Were you fucking sleepwalking?" Ben asks, his lips twitching in amusement and incredulity all at once.

"Oh my God, you tell me!" you exclaim. This has never happened to you in your life! What the hell is going on?

He leads you back to the bedroom, and after putting your pajamas back on, you inspect the pill bottle on your nightstand. Ben gave it to you to help knock out the spell of insomnia you've been having.

After reading the list of side effects, you toss the bottle at your man's chest, even knowing he'll barely feel it.

"This is the last time I let you give me Ambien!"

Bonus! Jason Teague

What the hell did you take? Jason wonders, as he tries to keep you from unclipping your seatbelt.

The two of you are on a plane halfway to France on vacation.

You're a nervous flyer, but you just woke up from a dead sleep after taking that little pill an hour ago.

And you're apparently "feeling happy," in your words, your head rolling onto his shoulder with a giggle.

"Jase," you stage whisper (loudly). You raise a finger and swirl it around the air. "My face is hot. I'm hot. I'm hot for...you."

You tweak the tip of his nose.

He laughs a bit nervously, despite his genuine amusement. A mother looks their way with a raised brow. She puts a pair of headphones on her little boy and gives him an iPad to focus on. Jason shoots her an awkward smile and wave. Then he focuses back on you.

"Okay. Sweetheart, I like the enthusiasm, but I think you just need to sleep off the rest of whatever this is," he says. He grabs a blanket to cover you with.

"Hmm, okay."

Eventually you settle down and snuggle into him. He smiles in relief, soothing a hand over your hair and pressing a kiss to your forehead. He soon falls asleep himself.

When he wakes, you're no longer sitting beside him. His eyes popping open wide, he sits up and leans out of the aisle. He doesn't see you at all in the first class cabin.

Jason shoots up out of his seat and hurries down the other way, through the curtain where business and economy sit.

Sure enough, a flight attendant is following you up and down the aisle trying to get your attention, but you don't even seem to be hearing him.

"Ma'am? Can you hear me?" the attendant tries. He seems to be getting frustrated. "There's turbulence, miss. It's not safe for you to be--"

Jason hurries to you and grabs your arm just as the plane begins to tremble and shake. He knows there's something wrong if you're not freaking out right now. You should be clinging to him like a koala, not wearing a blank expression on your face as you glance up at him.

"Aw shit, you're sleepwalking," he realizes breathlessly. What the hell did you take?

He knows you told him, but now he feels guilty for not really listening as he and the flight attendant help you back to your seat.

Once you're clipped back into a seatbelt along with him, Jason sighs in relief now that he knows you're safe and sleeping more peacefully. Looks like you two are going to have an adventure before you even get to Paris.

He fishes out the little bottle from your bag and reads the label.

Xanax. Jesus Christ. One thing's for sure, Jason is throwing it out when you guys land.

You'll thank him when you wake up.

AN: 😂 I had more fun than I thought with this one! Let me know what you think, and if there are other characters you'd like to see the next time I do one of these headcanons. 😘💜

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[bloody-cupcakes]

omg wait what about dark reader play fighting with jd until you have him pinned to like the bed or something and teasing him when he starts to get turned on?

I think I'm starting to make the reader meaner and meaner with each one of these asks, and I don't even feel bad about it. Also I had to cut jump the scene to right after they started play fighting because I have no idea how to write that honestly 😭

Tw: yandere/dark content, gender neutral reader, noncon/dubcon elements, heavily suggestive, play fighting, brief grinding, mean reader (they make fun of JD for being horny), swearing, JD's a little bit of a pervert in this one

"Aha, got you!"

A proud grin was on your face as you successfully pinned JD down to the bed. He seemed a little miffed about "losing", only agreeing to do this in the first place because he thought for sure he'd win.

"Yeah, great," he grumbled with an eye roll, squirming slightly at the way your hands were holding down his wrists. "Now get off."

"Wait a minute-"

He scoffed in annoyance at your refusal to move right away, starting to feel more and more frustrated by the second. As you would soon come to find, that wasn't the only thing he was feeling currently.

"-dude, are you hard right now?"

He felt his face heat up at your question, trying to ignore just how much the answer was clearly yes. He could feel it, and now you could feel it, too.

But he didn't want to admit it, so he decided to lie through his teeth instead. "N- no..."

"You sure about that?" You smirked while pressing your knee further into his crotch, feeling the way his cock seemed to jolt forward and stiffen up in his pants at the action.

"St- stop-" He mumbled as he turned his head away, avoiding your gaze while his cheeks flushed bright red.

"Oh my God, you are." A sudden laugh erupted from your throat the moment you realized just how aroused he was, which did nothing but make him feel more embarrassed.

"S- shut up! It's not funny!" He tried to protest, the scowl he had on his lips immediately falling away when your knee forcefully rubbed against his groin.

It was now your turn to roll your eyes at him and the way he was acting. "Oh, don't be such a baby. You're fine."

"I- I'm serious, knock it off-" He tried to push you off him but you had firmly planted your body on top of his, your hands still pinning down his wrists at his sides.

"Or what? You'll shoot me?" You openly mocked, giving him a look of feigned fear. "Oh no, I'm so scared."

The embarrassment he felt about the current situation was quickly beginning to give way to another emotion he was much more well acquainted with: rage.

"Yeah, you know what? I just might."

If it had been anyone else, they would've gotten off him immediately. Hell, if it had been anyone else they wouldn't even risk play fighting with him to begin with.

But you weren't just anyone else, meaning you weren't scared of him, so despite the glare he was staring up at you with you did the exact opposite of what someone else might do and ignored him.

"Y'know, if I had of known you'd get so worked up over something as simple as play fighting-" you leaned down closer so that your face was mere inches away from his "-I would've done this a long time ago."

"Fuck you," he spit out angrily through gritted teeth as he tried his best not to give in to the arousal that was coursing through his body.

Merely shrugging, you responded calmly with, "Well, I mean, if you insist. I wasn't planning on going any further here, but if you really want to-"

Starting to become sick and tired of your teasing, he attempted to push you off him for a second time. Unlike when he first tried to do it, it actually worked, but that was only because you willingly let go.

You snickered in delight at his red face and heavy breathing, watching as he tried to pull himself together between all the dirty looks he shot you. It was clear you weren't worried or bothered by his anger from the way you casually leaned back, relaxing as you rested your hands behind your head.

"The next time you get hard from me being that close to you, I'll force you to cum in your pants for being such a dirty little pervert."

JD had no idea whether your words were meant to be a threat or a promise, and although he knew he should feel offended by them he couldn't help the shiver of pleasure that ran down his spine.

He could only hope you hadn't been able to tell how he did actually cum in his pants, which was why he shoved you off him in the first place.

If you knew just how difficult it was for him to be close to you without getting a hard-on, you'd never let him live it down.

[jvsont0dd]

Jason Todd dies so often that he might as well be a Winchester

[slasherscream]

i would love to know which of the crazy ass boys gang would indulge a partner who watches reality tv? whose getting just as invested and angry and who is standing to the side saying it’s dumb and fake? (i know it’s kevin)

❥ who grins and bares it so they can bond with you ❥

Billy Loomis - This is just a bonding activity for Billy. It’s not awful. Nor is it the most fun thing in the world. It’s just one of those tiny moments that relationships are built off. The small bids for connection that build intimacy. You don’t bitch when he wants to watch Psycho for the sixth time in two months. He doesn’t bitch when you turn on trashy TV. He pulls you close, so that you’re sitting in his lap, or laid up against him, and pays enough attention to ask you the odd question or two to clarify what’s going on if he gets lost. What do you mean they switch couples?? When did they start doing that? Last week… oh I bet Luca was pissed. 

David Mccall - David is obnoxious because he pretends to be the type who is upset when you watch without him. He’ll come home, glance at the TV and gasp dramatically: Baby! Why are you watching our show without me?! How far along are you? You watched an entire episode? You know better than that, baby! You gotta rewind it, hold on, I’ll order us some pizza. Can’t believe you’d watch behind my back! This is a ridiculous pantomime that you may or may not pick up on. Mileage varies as always. David couldn’t care less about the reality TV shows you watch. But he likes the way you giggle as you rewind it for him. Or the way you light up when you’re discussing it with him. You used to spend way too much time talking with your friends about this stupid crap. Now you talk to him. Who gives a shit about whatever mindless little thing you’re watching. What David enjoys is your undivided attention. 

Jason Dean/JD - JD also sees this as a bonding activity and bid for connection… However, JD is a born hater. He bonds by talking shit. He’s not necessarily trying to be a bummer about the things you enjoy. He’s just a certified yapper when it comes to shit-talking. If he thinks something is stupid he just can’t sit in silence. This is his most underdeveloped life skill. He’s got ten minutes of quiet in him max. If he does manage to bite his tongue his face gives him away anyways. So what was the point? Will say something pretentious like: “Why are we watching people play out a badly scripted version of their lives through a screen when we could be out living ours, right now? Let’s hop on my bike and just ride, darling! Live a little!” Sir, I just worked an eight hour shift. I need to see someone who doesn’t deserve a rose get sent home in tears. Read the room. Get a grip. 

❥ who is pissed off/devastated when you watch it without them ❥

Sebastian Valmont - What can he say? Sebastian likes to watch people experience psychological torment. He’s trying to turn on the first seasons of “America’s Next Top Model" and watch a girl get sent home in tears after the judges convinced her to shave her head bald to look more fierce.This is the type of quality reality TV that makes Sebastian laugh. Watching people go through their darkest moments in front of a camera that highlights the creases in their cheap makeup is how he likes to spend the occasional date night. You had to put him onto reality tv shows, but now he’s hooked. He probably watches more reality TV than you do. If we’re being honest. You think this might be how he gets to still live out his glory days of being an unrepentant asshole. Sometimes he sighs a little too wistfully when someone is being a monster. 

Jordan Li - Jordan enjoys anything you do together. Even if they hate a particular activity, at least they’re spending time with you. Still, there are reality TV shows that Jordan really likes, such as: home improvement shows, “Say Yes to the Dress'', “Face Off”, “American Ninja Warrior”, and “RuPaul's Drag Race”. And then there are shows that Jordan puts on a brave face about. Things like “Love Island” and “Jersey Shore”. Jordan gets queasy just scrolling past them. There was a time before they became one of Brink’s favorites that their parents kept pushing them to try and be an entertainment Supe. No one is taking you that seriously, anyways! Maybe you’ll do better in the reality TV circuit. It’s unlikely Jordan will ever get stuck in projects like that now. They’ve proven they can be a heavy hitter. Proven that they’re strong enough to not need to sell themselves as cheap, easily-digestible, entertainment. Still, they don’t like thinking of the alternate world where they’re having to sit in front of a camera and do twenty retakes of “authentic” confessional room venting.

Stu Macher - He likes reality TV and doesn’t care who knows. Hooray! A shared interest… except watching these shows with him will piss you the fuck off. He has dog-shit opinions about everything. You will never be rooting for the same people. You will never agree on who handled a situation better. He’s always rooting for the asshole, it seems. You don’t even think he’s doing it to be contrary or to make you mad. He’s genuinely on their side (most of the time… he does enjoy making you mad.) Watching reality TV with Stu makes you want to kill him. It also makes you look at him funny. Why are you always siding with the bastards? You don’t think Ekin-Su needed to apologize? Stu, are you out of your fucking mind?

Josh Washington - You’re gonna try to tell me that the twins weren’t making him paint toenails while they pulled all nighters of “The Bachelor”? Sure, okay, if you’d like to believe that. And his inner circle consists of Emily and Jess? Please. He’s been watching trashy TV for years. He’s watched a little of everything. He is so well acquainted with the dark underbelly of reality TV that it would roll over for a tummy rub from him. It knows his scent. He can easily keep track of the names, faces, and plots. Who’s fucking who. Who hates who. Who’s forming secret alliances. You’ll probably be more lost than Josh ever gets. He’s a day one. He’s an OG. 

❥ who is pissed off to even be hearing about it second-hand ❥

Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves - He has better shit to do than watch reality TV show crap all day, and so do you. These are the kinds of harsh words that will be waiting for you if you try and get him to watch anything fun with you. Ask him one too many times and, like a parent who is annoyed that you are bothering him, he will begin to fill up any moment of free time the two of you have with activities. No, babe, we can’t watch “90 Day Fiance.” Why? Because we’ve got to run the marathon for kids with cancer and then we’ve got dinner with the mayor after that. You two are gonna be booked and busy. You were obviously bored. Now you won’t have time to even think!

Kevin Khatchadourian - Please don’t remind him so blatantly of his own intellectual superiority over you (he’s an asshole.) He gets the ick of the century when you try and tell him what happened during one of your little…programs. If you have the audacity to take it a step further and ask him to watch with you? He’s rendered speechless. Since when is this relationship a safe space? He doesn’t enjoy well-written, heart-stopping, incredible genre-defining movies and television. And yet, somehow, you’re so delusional you think he’s gonna sit through reality television with you? Don’t piss him off. He doesn’t even bother responding. Enjoy the view of his back as he walks away!

❥ secret fourth worse thing ❥

Nathan Prescott - Nathan is once again in a category of his own, which you might call: too nosy to not get into it, but doesn't want you to know he enjoys it. He made fun of you when you first started to watch reality TV. He can’t go back on his word now. If you were cuddling on the couch he’d have his face turned into your stomach and dramatically roll his eyes at your absentminded head rubbing. Could we focus on what’s important please? But then the plots started thickening and the heated exchanges started to pique his interest. He knew he was cooked when he started recognizing names, who was booed up with who… wait that disloyal prick hooked up with who this week?! He tells you to just replay the episode because you’re explaining it shitty and you obviously want him to watch it and talk to you about it. It isn’t for his benefit at all. Turn the subtitles on, god dammit.

A/N: this was really fun! how did you know i've been watching reality TV shows lately?? if you enjoyed these headcanons consider reblogging, leaving a reply, or an anon! a writers fuel is engagement. xoxoxo

[igotanidea]

Seductress : multifandom

MDNI! The rest feel free to imagine whatever character you may like :D

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Imagine trying to seduce him .

Walking around the apartment in tight pants that leave little to imagination.

Swaying your hips.

Purposefully exaggerating the simple act of reaching for something on the top shelf.

Preparing a meal and tasting it by putting a finger into every ingredient, licking it thoroughly.

Sitting on the kitchen counter with your legs only a little spread.

Just to tease.

Oh honey.

Do you really think he's going to relent so easily?

Perhaps you were in the wrong assumption that you are in control?

Well-

He won't take you on the counter, no matter how hot this may seem.

Hell no.

Instead, once you turn into a putty mess, almost begging on your knees and resorting to the most pathetic attempt at seduction he will grab you by the waist and carry you to bed.

Ending up with you in the place he wanted you from the very beginning.

Under him.

Proving you who's the dominant and taking care of his little baby girl who needs so much attention and affection it almost turns her into a brat...

[ant0niepax]

Me when

[lanawinterscigarettes]

hiii can I request a Kinktober JD x AFAB reader that includes: marking kink (on JD’s end), praise kink for either character, and an oral fixation/face sitting (reader receiving)? all fine if not

absolutely you can! thanks for requesting something for kinktober, I really hope you like it <3

Kinktober 2024 Day 15: marking kink, praise kink, and oral fixation/face-sitting with Jason Dean x afab reader

Warnings: smut/nsfw content, marking kink/biting, swearing, praise kink, oral fixation/face-sitting, brief hair pulling, JD gets a little subby towards the end (I regret nothing), implied/mentioned overstimulation

You weren't sure how long JD had spent with his face between your thighs, but it was certainly long enough to both infuriate you and leave you desperately wanting more.

See, the problem was he hadn't actually started eating you out like you'd initally hoped. Instead he decided to mark up the inside of your thighs first, biting and sucking the sensitive skin there until they were practically covered with hickeys.

It was almost as if he was determined to make them match the lovebites on your neck, which was kind of funny considering no one would even be able to see the inside of your thighs except him. Then again, the thought alone of only him knowing about the marks there probably got him off, the possessive bastard.

"Can you just hurry up already?" You snapped after a while, starting to get fed up with his teasing.

He lifted his head up, a taunting smirk toying with his lips as he watched you. "I'm sorry, am I keeping you from something?"

A low growl of frustration formed in the back of your throat as you reached your hand down to grab onto his hair, yanking his head up a little bit more. "You've had your fun messing with me, but I'm starting to get sick of it."

He kept smirking, trying to remain calm and collected, but you didn't miss the way his eyes narrowed somewhat in annoyance at the action of you grabbing his hair. "And just what do you suggest I do instead?"

You could've smacked the smug look off his face in that moment and not felt the slightest bit guilty. "Get up and lay down on the bed," you ordered while letting go of his hair, not being gentle about it either. "I'm in charge now, which means you're going to do as I say."

For once, he didn't protest (but that was most likely only because he thought it was really hot whenever you bossed him around). He did as you told him to, casually laying back with his hands tucked behind his head. "What, are you finally going to repay me?"

It was difficult not to roll your eyes at his question. Of course he would think the only reason you were telling him to move was so that you could give him a blowjob. After all the waiting that he put you through? Yeah, as if.

"It's cute how you always manage to find a way to make things about you, even in situations when they're very clearly not." Your words were an obvious jab straight at his ego, and while they didn't make as big of a blow to it as you'd hoped they certainly didn't miss judging from the way he removed his hands from behind his head. It was as if he was realizing you had no intent at the moment of helping him get off.

"What's your point?" He looked a bit miffed, his tone holding a snippy edge to it as he kept his eyes trained on you.

"My point is that since you've refused to get me off in the way that you were supposed to, I'm having to resort to other measures." You began moving on the bed as you spoke, shifting until you were kneeling over top of his face, your thighs on either side of his head as you stared down at him with a displeased gaze.

He didn't seem at all upset by the sudden turn of events, and in fact appeared delighted to have you on top of him like that, but his pride still hurt a little from the way you so casually dismissed the idea of giving him a blowjob as a reward for helping you get off (something that he hadn't even properly done yet). "So this is your plan, then? Suffocating me as a punishment for not doing what you wanted?"

"If I wanted to suffocate you, I wouldn't bother with using my thighs. I'd just grab a pillow instead. Much easier."

Your direct manner of answering his snarky question caused him to let out an amused chuckle in response, once again reminding him why he loved you. "Fair enough."

"Now, shut up and do the job you were supposed to have done in the first place," you ordered in a stern tone as you lowered yourself down until your wet pussy made contact with his mouth, a soft groan of pleasure exiting your lips as you finally got some of the friction you so desperately needed.

He let out a soft hum, his tongue darting out almost immediately to lick a stripe along your folds. As much as you hated to admit it, he knew what he was doing when eating you out and was really good at driving you crazy because of it. If only he wasn't such a brat all the time.

You let out a breathy moan, slowing grinding yourself down onto his face. The feeling of his tongue lapping at your wet hole while his nose brushed against your throbbing clit made your back involuntarily arch in pleasure.

His hands gripped onto your thighs as you sat on his face, just tight enough to keep your balance steady. You had no idea whether he could breathe properly or not in his current position, but he didn't seem to care much either way.

"That's it, good boy." The words left your mouth before you could stop them. You always felt the need to praise him for doing a good job, even if he didn't deserve it. "Just like that."

Your words spurned him on further, his hands tightening on your thighs as he pulled you closer to his mouth, if that was possible. He seemed determined to please you, if only to hear those words again. He was so self-centered.

Still, you chose to reward his current good behavior regardless. "You're doing so good, just like that- You can be so well-behaved when you want go be, can't you?"

He responded with a muffled hum, one that seemed to shake you to your very core (in a good way). "Oh, God-" Your hands moved to grab onto the headboard as your eyes fluttered shut. It was getting a little hard for you to keep your current balance, which made you grateful for the firm grip he had on your thighs. "If you can make me cum right now, I'll be so proud of you."

That really did the trick of getting him motivated to get you to your "happy ending". As much of an ego he had, your reassurance that you were proud of him was enough to make him forget all about it, if only for the time being.

Swirling his tongue, he began to eat you out fervently, as if his whole life depended on it. Even after your legs began to tremble worse than before, even after a series of pants and moans escaped you in the heat of your climax, even after you all but collapsed on top of him, he kept going until told him to stop.

"Alright, baby. I think that's it for now," you announced while moving off his face, an action that elicited a needy whine from him.

"I wasn't done yet," he insisted with a pathetic looking pout, his hands instinctively reaching for you again as you laid back on the bed, trying to catch your breath.

"You can get so pitiful sometimes, did you know that?" You lightly teased as you watched him plant soft kisses along the hickeys he'd left behind earlier on your thighs. It was hard to stay mad at him when he was acting like a lovesick puppy.

"Can I keep going?" He begged, lifting his head up just enough to be able to catch your gaze, his face resting on your thigh as he watched you.

"Well, since you did so good for me I suppose I can let your little attitude from earlier slide."

No sooner had those words left your mouth did he shove his face right back to between your thighs, lapping eagerly at your aching folds and clit. Your hand moved to gently grip onto his hair, your head tilting back against the pillows behind you as you got comfortable. Something told you he wouldn't let up until you were an even bigger moaning and pleading mess than before, and of course you ended up being right.

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JD vox x Veronica g/n reader? Please. Take your time, 😄❤

A/N: ty for the request anon! i absolutely adore heathers, especially the song i chose for this fic (and also their dynamic??) sorry it took me so long! <3

MEANT TO BE YOURS

Featuring >>> JD-coded! Vox x Veronica! Reader

Vox had gone too far. He had tried to tear down the hotel from its roots—Charlie. He had tried to destroy the only family you had left…and you couldn’t take it anymore. So you did the only rational thing you could think of. You cut Vox off completely. Which in hindsight, was the worst mistake you ever could’ve made.

Vox was outside your room in the hotel, simply standing there menacingly. There were small bolts of blue electricity stemming from his clawed hands. His usually blue and red eyes now in their hypnotic state. You were done for, you thought. Yet, in a demanding but sweet tone, Vox yells, “All is forgiven, baby! Come on, get dressed!” He laughs manically. “You're my date to the extermination watch-party tonight!” He says as he zaps into your room via the TV.

Your jaw drops in shock at Vox's bizarre proclamation. The manic gleam in his eyes is unsettling, but there's an undeniable undercurrent of desperation beneath his cruel facade. He reaches out to grab your arm, his grip surprisingly gentle compared to the intimidating aura surrounding him. "You chucked me out like I was trash.” Vox sneers. “And for that you should be dead.” He says, his tone both firey and furious—even more so than the depths of hell that surround you.

His hands tremble slightly as he holds your arm. The electric current pulsing from his fingers seems to hum with an emotion you thought he didn't possess - vulnerability. "Then it hit me like a flash What if the hotel went away instead?" Vox declares harshly. "Those assholes are the key! They're keeping you away from me!” He states, seemingly unaware of how insane he sounds to you. “They made you blind, messed up your mind!” Vox hums. “But I can set you free!” He whispers.

“Vox, I-” His grip tightens slightly, the electric current pulsing through his fingers almost warm. "You left me and I fell apart…I punched the wall and cried." He growls softly, making punching motions with his fists, but there's an underlying plea that makes your heart falter. "Then I found you, changed my heart. And set loose all that truthful shit inside!" Your heart breaks for him. What had you done to this man? “Vox, please.” You beg.

His face contorts into a mix of anger and sorrow, pixelated tears nearly welling up in his hypnotic eyes. "And so I built a bomb!” He shouts, his voice cracking slightly. “Tonight the hotel is Vietnam! Let's guarantee they never see the violence calm!" His voice raises. You gasp.

He pulls you closer, his face inches from yours. The electric current from his hands now a comforting warmth as he looks at you with pleading, crazed eyes. "I was meant to be yours, we were meant to be one!” He pauses, gripping your hands tighter. “Don't give up on me now, finish what we've begun!" Before you could even give your answer to the overlord, he speaks again. “So when the hotel goes "boom" with everyone inside.” He makes finger guns with little ‘pkhew!’ sounds, which would’ve been cute in any other situation. “In the rubble of their tomb, we'll plant this note explaining why they died!” Vox hums, his enthusiasm never faltering.

We, the residents of the Hazbin Hotel, will die! Our burned bodies may finally get through to you, Our society churns out slaves and blanks. No, thanks. Signed the residents of the Hazbin Hotel, Goodbye.

“I was meant to be yours, we were meant to be one.” Vox sighs as he sings his heart out to you. “I can't make it alone, help me finish what we've begun!” You were terrified. Vox’s hypnotic eyes had began to spin, and you had almost lost yourself in his trance. You were running out of time. “You were meant to be mine! I am all that you need! You carved open my heart, can't just leave me to bleed!” While he’s distracted, you take this as your chance to get into your closet, locking the door tightly, and leaning a chair against it.

He listens to the sound of the closet door locking, his grin fading as confusion and a hint of panic, anger, and frustration sets in. "What…?" He mutters, turning around to face the closet door. "Darling, open the, open the door, please…" He begs, his voice slightly shaky. “Sweetheart, open the door.”

He pounds his fists against the closet door, the dark wood creaking under his blows. "Can we not fight anymore, please?” He begs once again, receiving no answer. “Can we not fight anymore?” He repeats, his voice echoing through the room. Suddenly, he stops and presses his ear against the door, listening intently. His voice softens to a whisper. “Sure, you're scared, I've been there, I can set you free!" He taps his long demon-like nails gently on the door.

He steps back from the door, his expression turning cold and calculating. "Don’t make me come in there!” Vox warns, raising his voice. “I'm gonna count to three!” He yells as the static in his voice appears. He reaches for the doorknob, his hand wrapping around it tightly. "One…" He counts, his voice steady and menacing. "Two…" He continues, his voice growing louder. "Fuck it!" He shouts, as he forces open the door. “Found you…”

[velvetdaisies333]

Could you write (can be either one shot or headcanons whatever you want) of JD having a crush on you while you're friends but you just being completely oblivious.

-Thank you and have a nice day!

Word count: 3417

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Bags (Jason Dean x Reader)

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At the end of the day, you'd finally get it.

At least, that's what JD told himself when the sun shone through his curtains every morning.

Today just had to be the day you'd notice something, and you'd finally put the puzzle pieces together. Except instead of it being a puzzle with a thousand pieces, it was more like a puzzle with less than a dozen.

JD was dumbfounded every single day at sundown when he'd realize that another day has passed that you didn't catch on. Along with dumbfounded, it left him frustrated.

How in the world was he supposed to make it even more obvious that he liked you?

He had done everything, yet nothing worked. Nothing just came crystal clear to you.

"Wanna share a smoke?" He'd offered, leaning on his motorcycle, already lighting said cigarette.

It was a standard night for the two of you. JD would take you out after dinner, or sometimes even for dinner, and you'd hang out, talking and laughing about anything and everything.

Tonight, the laughter and jokes brought you right back to the Snappy Snap Shack parking lot. Typical.

"I'll have a puff or two, I guess." You replied, shrugging your shoulders. Upcoming exams were weighing on your mind, so it wouldn't hurt to share a smoke with your best friend.

JD smiled, taking a drag before exhaling the smoke through his nostrils. He handed you the cigarette, watching as your fingers delicately held it before bringing it up to your lips. He smiled when the thought that you two had technically 'kissed' had swam through his mind.

"What's so amusing?"

"Nothing, nothing at all."

You hummed, taking your second drag before handing the smoke back to JD. Taking the cigarette between his fingers, he studied the slight stain of your lipstick that adorned the filter.

"What, you don't think I have cooties do you?"

JD laughed, a genuine laugh that you'd noticed he'd been showing around you more often.

"No, of course not, you just left your lipstick behind."

" 'Of course not' ?" You asked, wondering what he meant by that. He lifted his gaze to you, realizing what he had said, hoping that you got the hint this time.

"Yeah, you know..."

Silence hung in the air between you two, JD's heartbeat quickening with every second that passed. He was more anxious than excited, really. He wanted you to know how he felt despite the fact that if you didn't feel the same for him, he'd at least have an answer.

"Well, we do share drinks and straws sometimes."

Your answer almost made him roll his eyes and groan in front of you but he contained himself to avoid further questioning.

"Yeah, I guess so."

Finishing the smoke off and dropping it to the dry pavement below him, you both stood under the neon lights, comfortable in the silence that embraced the two of you. The night wasn't too cold, but it wasn't exactly warm either. JD's coat had kept him almost a bit too warm for his comfort, but he kept it on, awaiting the opportunity to give it to you if you'd even shivered once.

It was like he had spoken of the devil, as a brush of wind had just walked by you the wrong way, making you lightly curse under your breath.

"Want my jacket?" He offered, already starting to take it off his shoulders.

Lightly shaking your head, you replied, "Nah, I'm okay. I think we should head home, though. It's getting pretty late."

"Can I stay over tonight?"

"You don't even have to ask."

Closing and locking the front door behind you with your key, you kicked your shoes off while shoving them in a somewhat neat position away from the door's proximity. Following your actions, JD did the same.

JD followed you into the kitchen, watching as you poured him the drink he preferred without him having to remind you. He smiled at the miniscule gesture, leaning his elbow on the counter, bending over slightly, and resting his chin on his palm. Pouring your own glass, you set the two on the counter in front of JD while grabbing some snacks from a nearby cabinet.

Hearing your silent request, he grabbed both glasses in his hands and traced your steps into the living room to watch some TV. There was usually a station, targeted to teens who stayed up late, that played some John Hughes' movies or other movies of a similar genre.

Tonight, turning on the television with your remote and scanning the channels, you found the one you were looking for, clicking the 'enter' button. The Breakfast Club was playing, which was one of JD's guilty pleasure movies.

Though, tonight, he wasn't feeling it. He didn't really feel like watching TV, he'd much rather just lay on the couch with you and talk until you both fell asleep. However, this did give JD an opportunity to watch how you react to certain scenes to a movie you've both watched a dozen times together.

With the light from the TV on your face, JD leaned back into the couch to make it seem less obvious that he was staring at you. Yes, he liked you, and he wanted you to know, but he didn't want you to think of him as weird for staring at you instead of the screen.

He was bored, truly. He had gotten tired of the same routine over and over, but he was glad that it was at least with you.

"You know, The Heathers are having a party tomorrow night." You said, leaning back beside JD, and turning your face towards him with a small smile.

"And you wanna go to a Heathers party?"

"Do you have anything better we could do?"

Thinking for a moment, he turned his body to full face you, still leaning on the back of the couch on one side.

"We could always stay in your room, or mine, and just talk."

You sighed, mirroring his actions and turning your body to face him.

"We do that almost everyday, though. Wouldn't be nice to do something different? We've never gone to a Heathers party."

JD stared into your eyes for a couple moments, taking in the colours and then the expression on your face.

Letting some air fall out of his mouth before bringing his gaze down to his hands.

"Alright, which Heather's house is it at?"

The next day, a Saturday, JD woke up before you as usual. Cleaning up any empty chip or popcorn bags you both had eaten the night prior, and washing the glasses used for your drinks.

Folding the blanket he had used to fall asleep, you opened your eyes and then frantically shot up.

"Oh my god, what time is it?"

JD laughed seeing the look on your face.

"Relax, you have a ton of time to get ready."

"You still have to shower?" It was more than a question than a statement.

"I already did, don't worry."

Some food, makeup, hairspray, and a bunch of clothes thrown on your bedroom floor JD kicked back on your bed, reading a book you had laying around.

"What am I honestly supposed to wear?"

JD looked up, seeing you in your bathrobe with your hair and makeup done, and a crease in between your eyebrows.

"Clothes?"

"Very funny. I have so many clothes but not enough outfits. And I can't wear red because that's Heather Chandler's colour; can't wear green because that's Heather Duke's colour; can't wear yellow because that's Heather McNamara's colour; and I can't wear blue because that's Veronica's colour."

"There's always purple."

"Yeah, but I'm not the queen."

JD looked at you with furrowed eyebrows but an almost open smile on his face.

"Wearing a specific colour to a high school party isn't a big deal."

"It is for the Heathers."

Sighing, JD got up, placing the book down on your bed.

"There's nothing wrong with some black and white."

"I'm not trying to look like your identical twin here."

"Then just wear white."

Getting off the back of JD's motorcycle, JD grabbed his pack of beer and led the way to Heather McNamara's front door. After a few steps, he turned back to see you standing in the same spot.

"Nervous?"

Seeing you nod your head, JD walked back towards you, placing his 6-pack on the pavement. He took his coat off placing it over your shoulders, letting you put your arms through the sleeves by yourself.

"I won't leave you by yourself unless you ask me to."

With the reassurance, you smiled at him. He picked up his beer again, extending his hand for you to take. Taking his hand with gratitude, you then held onto his arm as you both walked into the McNamara residence.

The elegant place, adorned with white walls and golden accent decor, reeked of beer, vodka and rum. Though you could still somewhat make out the original scent of vanilla faintly lingering in the air.

Seeing more and more people in your vision the longer you looked, the more you clasped onto JD's arm. The apples of his cheeks warmed up, holding onto your hand tighter before taking you into the kitchen.

There were less people here surprisingly, minus the couple people making out with each other on or against the counters. Opening his box of beer, he dragged the ice box of the bottom of the fridge open, thanking god no one thought to place their drinks in here at all. He placed the cans in the freezer, leaving one for himself on the floor. He hid them by placing whatever bags of frozen vegetables Heather had before closing the drawer with his boot.

"Want anything?" He asked, opening the fridge looking for any left-behinds someone left.

"Is there any vodka?"

"Vodka-cran?" He asked, to which you nodded. He chuckled to himself about your basic drink choice, but knew you were just playing it safe while you're here.

"Well, if it isn't the goth couple." A deep voice said from the entrance of the kitchen. You turned around knowing exactly who it was. Heather Chandler stood with her hands on her hips, her devilish lips painted red to match her scrunchy and red dress. Black tights and red heels clacking against the tiles made their way to you.

She was so effortlessly evil, but glamourous. The thought of her not even having to take her time while getting ready made you roll your eyes in annoyance.

"A white dress is certainly a... an interesting choice for a party with drinks." Heather sneered, tucking one of her blonde curls away from her face to get a better view of your outfit.

"Mind your business, won't you, Chandler?" JD snapped, taking a swig of his beer.

Heather laughed, looking in between the both of you, noticing JD's jacket on you.

"So you've finally made it official, huh? Took you long enough, Dean. Nice to see you actually have a pair of balls on you. Just a shame Ram's not gonna have his turn with her now."

You furrowed your eyebrows what she meant by anything she said, but before you could properly ask, she was gone around the corner. You turned to face JD who had handed you your drink before walking away briskly.

So much for not leaving you by yourself unless you asked.

You hugged JD's jacket around you before making your way through the house, hopeful to find a familiar, friendly face somewhere.

JD, however, made his way to the garden in the back, away from the loud music and his classmates yelling to collect his thoughts. He was upset that it wasn't even him that got to tell you about his feelings, but Heather Chandler, of all people. Afraid of losing you and your friendship with him, he took a chug of his drink, before looking up at the stars. The night was chill, but not much wind. Would you make fun of him, laughing along with Heather Chandler for thinking he even had a chance? He'd never had these fears before, so he was chalking up these thoughts to the alcohol plaguing his mind.

Not even a full beer in, and he was already letting it affect him. Cheap.

Inside, you found Heather McNamara in the bathroom. A glass of white wine in her hand, crying on the ledge of the bathtub. You closed the door behind you, sitting on the toilet cover, and placing your glass on the sink counter.

"Heather? What happened?" Though you two had drifted apart in recent years, you'd never let your first childhood best friend cry by herself at her own party.

"It's just something stupid, really." She cried, taking a sip of wine from her glass. Mascara littered under her eyes, and you got a little bit of toilet paper to fix up anything you could.

"You can always talk to me." You softly smiled, bringing your legs up to sit crisscross.

Heather nodded slightly, putting her glass down between her legs, but shill holding onto it with her hands.

"It's just Ram. Heather told him about you and JD, and he got all upset."

You blinked, confused what she had meant by 'you and JD'. Though, to not change the topic in your favour, you instead asked, "What do you mean he got upset? I thought you two were together."

Not being able to look at you in the eye, she sighed, "That's what I thought, too. I guess going to the fair and dinner dates don't mean anything to guys when they truly like someone else."

The gears in your brain started working for once, realizing that Ram liked you. Not Heather, his assumed girlfriend by everyone else, and your old best friend.

"I can always beat him up for you." You offered jokingly, trying to lighten the mood. To your relief, Heather chuckled, finally looking at you.

"No, that's okay. Thank you, though." She brought her glass up to her lips once again, before a thought came to the front of her mind, "How long have you and JD been together?"

The question made you choke on your own drink, needing a couple coughs before being able to breathe, as well as talk.

"JD? We're not together. Just friends."

Heather raised her eyebrow at you, before mouthing a sarcastic 'okay' into her glass.

"What?" You laughed.

"You really don't see it?"

Shaking your head, Heather sighed, placing her hand in yours.

"Look in the mirror, you're literally wearing his jacket. And if you still don't see it, ask anybody. But better yet, go talk to him."

Standing up, you asked Heather if she'd be okay if you left her alone for a couple minutes, to which she nodded her head, telling you to take your time.

Making your way out of the bathroom and down the stairs, you excused yourself passed your drunken classmates as you looked around for JD. He wasn't in the living room, nor the kitchen. And you knew he wouldn't be caught in a locked bedroom with a faceless girl. That's just not who he was.

The only place left to check was the garden in the backyard. When you were kids, you and Heather would regularly hang out here, looking for different types of bugs, more specifically lady bugs.

Turning the corner around the rose bush, sat on the bench was JD and a couple empty beer cans.

"JD?"

He looked up, almost embarrassed that you'd caught him like this.

"I promise I'm not an alcoholic." He said defensively, putting the half empty beer can down on the bench beside him.

"I know you're not, don't worry, I'm not going to make fun of you."

"Is everything okay?" You asked, sitting down next to him.

"Not really." Not expecting such quick honesty, you placed your glass on the edge of one of the cement bush pots and sat closer to JD, showing that he had your full attention. JD noticed and sighed, looking away from you before mumbling something under his breath.

Choosing to ignore what he mumbled, you pressed him.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

JD looked back at you, his waterline about to overflow with tears. Noticing this, you brought him into a hug which he reciprocated. You knew expressing his emotions wasn't a big thing JD was taught growing up, so even seeing him on the verge of tears was the biggest step in your friendship thus far. He had always been there for you when you were upset, now it was your turn to do the same for him.

"I didn't even get to tell you." He said holding onto you tighter than before, as if you were about to get up and leave if he said any more.

Bringing your hand up to his hair, gently playing with it, you asked, "Tell me what?"

Taken aback, JD pulled away, looking into your eyes to see if you were playing a game with him.

"Chandler literally said it to your face." He basically spat, her name in his mouth tasting bitter.

Remembering her comments in the kitchen from earlier, you put your hands in your lap.

"Yeah, I honestly don't even know what she meant by that. Like, the telling Ram thing I understand now because I talked to Heather McNamara about it because along with me and everyone else, I thought they were together, but I guess not."

"They're not?" JD asked, surprise evident in his voice. You shook your head before shrugging your shoulders, "I guess not."

"But both Heather Chandler and McNamara both said something about you and me. Like, they think we're more than friends."

JD stayed quiet, avoiding your eyes at all costs, afraid of what might come next. This was not how he expected nor wanted you to finally catch on. Of course the time you would would be at a Heathers party.

"So...you finally caught on, then?"

"Caught onto what?" You asked, confusion flooding your eyes.

"Are you serious?"

"What?" You half-laughed.

"Is it not obvious enough?" He asked.

"I'm lost."

"Can I tell you something?"

You nodded, before JD took your hands in his own making you promise him that if you didn't like what he was about to say, that you wouldn't run off, laugh at him, and even more so, stop being friends with him completely.

"Okay, now you're freaking me out. You're not like a serial killer and I'm your next victim, am I?"

JD smiled, looking down. "No, of course not. I'm just making sure you won't be upset with me after I tell you this."

You urged him to continue, to which he closed his eyes before taking a deep breath in, then out. Crickets in the garden were playing their night song, and laughter and music from inside could be heard. The moon was out, and it illuminated the both of you in a silver glow like you were actors on a stage.

"I really like you, and I have for a very long time. Ever since I came to Westerburg."

You finally got it. Every small thing he'd offer, every favour, it all made sense now. You rolled your eyes at yourself for not realizing sooner. Remembering you promised not to judge him, your eyes widened, realizing he could've taken your eye roll as something targeted to him.

"That wasn't targeted to you." You quickly explained, your heart beating quicker than ever before. But you weren't quite sure if it was because you realized your mistake or if it was because your best friend likes you.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. I just, can't believe it's taken me until now to realize that you like me."

"Is this good or bad?"

"You're asking a lot of questions."

"I'm anxious, okay? Sorry."

Silence surrounded the both of you, before a small brush of wind hit the wind chimes, but also JD, making him shiver slightly. Taking off his jacket, you handed it back to him, draping it over his shoulders.

"And for the record, JD, I like you, too. I just didn't want to misinterpret you being nice to me as a friend as you liking me in case I was wrong."

JD smiled at this, bringing his hands back into yours once more.

"Are you free next Friday?"

"Unless I'm hanging out with you, yes."

[bloodyboi]

Writing rage is another thing when a punk ass bitch wanna comment on something that’s obviously a crack fic, ofc the characters aren’t in character for this work I did.

Yappin in my god damn year, “you should know—”

And you should know to be quiet and scroll if you don’t like it.

STFU.

[falinesimagines]

🖤Yan! JD x Yan! Veronica x Reader💙

For @brainrotqueen • Written at like 4am and not beta read

Tw : Yandere, suicide/murder, toxic/manipulative relationships, Stockholm syndrome

Sfw, angst?

JD would be far more open about his obsession with you eventually getting Veronica -who had actually felt somewhat guilty about these feelings- to do the same.

They'd be protective over you in their own way.

JD would follow you from class to class and even back home on some occasion (he's just making sure nothing bad happens to you).

Veronica seems to get overly defensive and irritated if the Heathers were to ever try making fun of you.

If the Heathers ever tried to treat you how they did Martha then Westerberg would probably end up with three Heather spreads for the yearbook.

JD has pictures of you hidden in his room somewhere, he's given Veronica a few too. Veronica likes to write notes and letters in your handwriting, the two can delude themselves into believing that was really you that sent that love letter to the duo.

You're not in a great place mentality right now, more and more people around you are being lost to suicide. Why is this happening? Is it something wrong with you? Maybe you're causing this... Is this some sort of curse!? Horrific thoughts cloud your mind and there doesn't seem to be any way to stop them.

You've noticed JD and Veronica at the funerals. Your friend talked to alot of people, that's not that strange. Did they really know your sibling? Your aunt? You're too depressed and tired to be thinking about that right now. At least they're here to comfort you.

They're nice to you, they promise they'll stay for you and that nothing bad will happen now. You listen to them, why wouldn't you?

They invite you over to JD's house, it's a nice place. Is that your old shirt that you lost in the changing rooms? It can't be, it's not like you're the only person that owns a shirt like that... It's that your report card from last year? You threw that away didn't you? Maybe you misread the name...

Soon enough they're virtually the only people you have left, for some reason whoever isn't killing themselves seems to be afraid to approach you (Possibly because of Veronica getting the Heathers to spread rumours about you or JD's reputation around the school but it's not like you know that).

You're spending almost all of your free time with the couple now, it's not like you have anyone else to talk to anyway. When you're not with them they're trying to call you and if you can't answer immediately they're swarming you with questions about why when you eventually do answer. They're overwhelming but at least they care, right? At least they won't leave you like everyone else has.

They're making you skip classes and sometimes full days of school just to be with you, you're falling behind in school because of this but that's okay, you don't need highschool anyway, not when you have them. They're telling you that you can't spend too much time with your family. Why do you need to be away from them anyway? What does your family have that they can't give you? It's causing stress within the family, skipping dinner or sneaking out to be with them, you're parents are arguing with you, questioning what's going on. You don't need to answer them, you don't even need them period, not when you have Veronica and JD.

[bloody-cupcakes]

Jason Dean x yandere/dark! reader; you surprise him with slushies for breakfast

Tw: yandere/dark content, gender neutral reader, suggestive stuff/frank sex talk as well as implied sex/smutish activities, mentions of insomnia, implied murder, the reader is very clingy and affectionate with JD (almost to a smothering amount but he doesn't mind), this is one of the more tame things I've written tbh

A/N: this is a twist on the "one character gets a blue drink and the other gets a red so naturally their tongues become purple by making out" trope. I literally wrote this in thirty minutes so I could have something posted for heathers day, which is September 1st, so if this sucks then that's why and I'm sorry (and then I got distracted and forgot so it's a day late oops)

JD used to think he hated sleeping in general, but after meeting you he just realized he hated sleeping alone. Laying in bed after downing half a bottle of melatonin gummies while waiting for sleep to kick in wasn't exactly his idea of a good time. Lucky for him, you had plenty ways of resolving that issue.

Admittedly, they did a pretty good job at working effectively given that most of them involved you physically wearing him out. Whether it was with murder or sex, either way certainly made it easier for him to slip into a state of exhaustion and conk out as soon as his head hit the pillow.

He didn't mind much. In fact, the act of you tiring him out as quickly as possible once he complained about being unable to sleep was one that he quite enjoyed. He preferred to stay with you anyway. There was nothing at his house that made it worth sticking around other than the few vague personal effects of his, and most of them he'd transferred over to your place already.

The sun was already starting to peek through the blinds when he woke up, which signified he must've slept for a good long while. That didn't surprise him given just how late the two of you had stayed up the night before, but what did surprise him was your absence. Usually you waited until he woke up to leave the bed, or at the very least told him if you were going to get up.

Thank god you walked into the room a few minutes later, because otherwise he would've started to panic, and that was definitely not something he wanted to be doing so early in the morning.

"Hey, baby," you greeted as you kicked off your shoes and set two large Styrofoam cups you'd gotten from the 7/11 near your house on the nightstand. "Did you sleep well?"

JD could practically feel his heartbeat start to slow back down once he saw you. You hadn't abandoned him, you just went out to get some slushies. No problem.

"Mh, yeah," he mumbled groggily as he sat up in the bed, watching you slip off his trenchcoat and toss it to the side. If he had been more awake, the sight of you wearing his clothes would've given him an instant boner, but the drowsiness he still felt was currently cancelling that out.

"Good, I'm glad." You sat down on the bed next to him, gently smoothing his messy hair back from his face before handing him one of the Styrofoam cups. "Here, I know how much you crave slushies the night after sex."

He gladly took the cup from you, immediately taking a big sip. "Thanks." It still felt weird, having someone being so affectionate and loving with him after everything he'd been through. A huge part of him felt like he didn't deserve it, but he knew you'd never leave him even if that was true. Something about how attached you were should've been unnerving, but JD was pretty unnerving himself so he wasn't bothered by it.

"Did you seriously wear your pajamas to go get slushies?" He asked after a moment, his brain finally catching up as he began to wake up more. The cold, sweet drink in his hands certainly helped matters.

"Well, I wasn't going to put on real clothes," you insisted lightheartedly before drinking some of your own slushie, which just so happened to be the opposite color of his. "Besides, we both know they're not going to stay on much longer anyway."

"Oh god," he muttered under his breath, though he was unable to keep the faint smirk of amusement off his face when you said that.

"Here, lemme have your drink for a moment." You placed both cups back on the nightstand before grabbing his face and pulling him in for a hungry kiss. He suddenly became very aware of the fact that he was only wearing a pair of boxers as he hadn't gotten properly dressed yet.

"C'mon, I wasn't finished," he complained with a slight huff even as he let you push him flat onto his back with no other protest.

"You can finish later. For now, I say we take the blue and red from our drinks and make purple." Your voice came out in a low tease when you spoke, your body hovering over his as you leaned down to capture his lips in another kiss.

Both of your tongues were successfully colored purple and your drinks were no longer cold when you were done, but it was so worth it.

[zepskies]

Work in Progress Folder Tag Game

Thanks very much for the tag @ambiguous-avery, @littlesoulshine, and @jollyhunter! 💜

Rules: make a post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous, and tag as many people as you have wips. People can send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then you post a snippet or tell them something about it!

How much time ya got? 😂😅

Some of these are written already, but some are just stray ideas that I haven't had a chance to outline or draft just yet.

Dean Winchester x Reader

✦ If I Stay (upcoming mini series)

✦ Serendipity (drabble set in the Smoke Eater-verse)

✦ Shelter (hopefully an epilogue for Against the Wind)

✦ One More Day (an idea I'm still brainstorming for the Midnight Espresso-verse)

Soldier Boy x Reader

✦ Unravel Me (upcoming series)

✦ I've Got You (another story for the Break Me Down-verse)

Jason Teague x Reader

✦ Red-Eye

Beau Arlen x Reader

✦ Over the Bridge

Russell Shaw x Reader

✦ Breaking Point (hopefully a sequel to Bubbly - in the Every Second Counts-verse)

Eomer x Reader

Both of these are set in the same world of As Tradition Dictates:

✦ A Subtle Invitation

✦ Not Only For Duty

no pressure tags: @luci-in-trenchcoats @lamentationsofalonelypotato @waynes-multiverse @rizlowwritessortof @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

[slasherscream]

Just rewatched Heathers and I'm Feral and In Love, what do you think of poly!jd/reader/veronica where all three of you are down to murder some people then go cuddle after the adrenaline rush dies down

“JD, do you always have to be so damn rough with them?” Veronica sighs, watching JD wipe a smudge of blood from your face with a rag. 

She buys soft ones on purpose, because like she said, he’s always too damn rough with you. 

“I’m not being rough! Am I being rough with you, darling?” JD asks you, pausing in his pursuit to clean you up.

“I don’t know why you’re even asking me. You just want to bicker with each other, doesn’t matter what I say.” You tease them both. 

“We do not want to bicker!” Veronica gasps.

“Yes, you do.” You say.

“Do not!” Veronica says.

“Do too!” 

“Seems you’re the one who wants to bicker with us, darling.” JD grabs you by the chin, turning you so you’re looking at him instead of Veronica. 

“Do-”

“-Not?” JD finishes, smirking at you. 

“Whatever.” You laugh, trying to push him away. 

“Aren’t they just irresistible when they’re being bratty, Veronica?” 

“Absolutely adorable.” Veronica quips, crawling into your lap.