#jason dean x reader oneshot

[carlisles-girl]

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.”

[jvsont0dd]

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

[starletdawn]

palces out of paragraphs

You sit on your bed eyes glued to your notes and your a sheet of paper. You had a 6 page essay coming up and it was worth 70% of your grade. You suddenly hear a knock. you jump from your bed. “Coming!” you say loudly expecting your parents back from their date night. As you open the door weirdly enough no one is there. You hear the knock again you turn around, and see your boyfriend Jason Dean waiting for you like a little puppy outside your bedroom window. For some reason he was obsessed with climbing your window this was honestly normal behavior for him. You quickly open the window and before you can say anything he goes into your room. He immediately wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into a soft kiss. “What are you doing here baby?” I say as I pull away softly. “Well, I’ve barely seen you today at school. Where have you been my love?” he responds “I’ve been working on my essay I want a really good grade,” I say softly. “Well, now that you’re done with your essay what should we do? I mean I saw your parents leave the house earlier and I was thinking we could…” He smirks now putting his hands on your hips. “There are still some things I still have to review for my test.” You sigh as you bite your lip nervously “And I don't want any distractions.” “C’mon let me stay darling” He pouts leaning in to your cheek giving it a gentle kiss. “Okay, but promise to not distract me.”Promise!” He says you go back to studying. He plays with my hair and fidgets with your cat plushie. “I don’t understand why you try so hard once we get married I’ll spoil you with everything you want.You won’t have to work for a day.” He remarked although you rolled eyes your heart flutter at the thought of you being more than just a highschool fling. “On second thought I would love a smart-ass as my lover” JD teases. After a few minutes you started getting frustrated and tired. Your hands starts hurting and you can barely keep your eyes open the worst part was that you weren’t even close to done. “You should take a break sweetheart” Jason says looking into your tired eyes “No, I can’t” I groan. “You’ll be able to get more done if you’re energized. “C’mon just take a short break and then you can go back to working.” ”Fine” You finally give in. You lay your head on his chest He caress your hair and cheek. “You’re so gorgeous my dear I could stare at you forever and never get tired. You’re honestly the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” His words, his tender touch on my skin, His beautiful eyes all caused my body to relax and before I knew it I was in a deep slumber.

The cold breeze hits your arms goosebumps on your skin. You slowly open your eyes to complete darkness. You look over to your clock it’s 2:00am and Jason is no longer here. “He must’ve left” you thought to yourself. You quickly realized that you forgot to finish your essay you panic searching inside you backpack you find the essay and you suddenly realize It’s all done. All 6 pages filled with information you found a sticky note plastered to it. It read “I used all your notes and resources I tried my best to follow the prompt and use correct grammar I hope you like it my dear. Sincerely, JD” After reading through it. I was honestly surprised I knew Jason was smart (when it benefited him) but oh shit the essay was perfect. Despite his usual bad handwriting he wrote the essay in neat writing and honestly it looked like he put a lot effort into the paper for such short time. You put your essay back into the paper thinking about how lucky you were to have such a precious boyfriend.

This my first writing I’ve published so please be nice but feedback is welcome!!💗💗

[axoluxy]

Hi! 👋 Is there anything you don't write or something you enjoy writing about the most? If you're alright with that, could you write something about jd and a reader who loves animals and is always feeding stray cats and dogs? Maybe has exotic pets as well? Id love for it to be something with a masc reader or gender neutral. HC, oneshot, whatever you feel like

"This Again?" J.D. x GN!Reader

summary; see asked ^ notes; GUYS IK I HAVEN'T POSTED ANYTHING AND I'M TRYING TO WORK BACKWARDS WITH REQUESTS, PLEASE GIVE ME MORE SO IT WILL HELP ME GET MORE OUT. ALSO FIRST ONESHOT PLEASE BE NICE!! warnings; intended lowercase, swearing, j.d.'s shit™️ word count; 999 words

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second person pov;

it was a slow saturday and you had decided to pay your boyfriend, j.d. a little visit. you had been with him for a little over 5 months and you loved him to pieces. albeit, he was a little frustrating at times, especially with nagging. no matter, you two were hopelessly in love, high school sweethearts who were still in high school.

on your way to his house, however, you heard a grey tabby kitten meowing from across the road. it looked to be hungry and very skinny. you could tell it hadn't had food in days.

'poor thing..' you thought, while simultaneously crossing the street to take care of it. when you went to go up to the small animal, it back away frightened. with a small frown you pulled out a few cat treat's from your side bag that would have gone to your cat, but let's be honest, he was spoiled enough.

you crouched down to the kittens level and held your hand out for it to inspect. the kitten curiously walked towards your hand and sniffed it. it flinched and then went back to sniffing it. after about 45 seconds of the kitten making sure you weren't gonna hurt it, it hesitantly ate the treats out of your hand. you smiled softly at it and went along with your journey to your boyfriend's house.

after a few minutes you noticed the cat was following behind you, seemingly wanting more out of you. you sigh and you melted at the cute animal, how could you not want to keep such a cute thing? you carefully picked it up, inspecting it for fleas and tics. it meowed a few times and you laughed every time it did. sometimes you would meow back at it, it was a habit honestly. once finding out it was parasite free, and finding out that it was a girl. you cradled her in your arms.

"i think i'm gonna name you millie." you smiled down at your new companion, occasionally petting her soft fur. for a stray with no collar and looked starved, she was oddly well-kept. millie softly purred at the new-found affection and stayed snuggled in your arms.

the walk to your boyfriend's house went by relatively quickly with millie to keep you company. every so often, you coo about how she was going to love all your other animals at home.

once arriving to the beautiful house, you knocked at the door. after not receiving an answer you groaned and tried again. eventually, your boyfriend did answer the door and looked at you, and then your arms.

"what's that?" he asked snidely. you just rolled your eyes and let yourself in, since you were used to his bullshit.

"what happened to hello and how are you?" you replied sarcastically. he sighed and went to the kitchen to pour you a glass of water, you followed suit.

your arms were going a little numb from carrying your little girl. he smiled at you looking down at the new cat and gave her a few pets. he was always gentle with animals. he kissed your forehead and carried the glasses of water to the living room with you.

"hello, darling. it's nice to see you."

"that's more like it." you nodded and sat at his couch. you placed millie in your lap and she comfortably curled up and closed her eyes, taking a nap on your lap.

j.d. sat down next to you, your legs touching and guided your head to rest on his shoulder. you smiled and closed your eyes while subconsciously petting millie.

"it's like you pluck every animal off the street and take them to live with you." he chuckles, making you open your eyes. you sighed once more, knowing he was somewhat right. that wouldn't stop you from protesting.

"you're just mad you don't find little guys like this on the street." you whispered, for you were a little tired. he saw this and patted your cheek, making your head jolt up. he laughed at you, not in a teasing way, he just thought you were cute.

"it's cute, i'll admit that much. is it a girl or boy?" he gave the kitten another little pet before his hand trailed down to your thigh. you clicked your tongue and laughed softly, you moved his hand back into his own lap. as much as you enjoyed the affection, now was not the time to be hot and heavy.

"she's a girl. i named her millie." you smiled down at her, she looked so peaceful as she slept in your lap. j.d. laughed at your softness with the animal.

"no, i know you aren't laughing. you love every single animal i take in!" you whisper-yell as to not wake the cat.

"i know, i know, i'm just teasing darling... hey, isn't millie the name you were gonna name that rat?" he simpered at you reusing the name. you feigned shock and betrayal but sigh with a small chuckle.

"yeah, but i just feel like bathtub was a better name." you sighed, knowing j.d.'s going to make another snide comment.

"no, you need to throw that fucker into a bathtub because i swear to god..." he trailed off. you playfully smacked him on the arm and he let's out a small 'ow.'

"rat's are actually very clean animals, plus i know you love him." you correct him. he mimicked you and you rolled your eyes with a small smile.

"don't be like that."

"i don't like that rat, it bites at my shoes." he complained with a exaggerated sad tone

"oh your poor shoes, he only does that because you kicked him."

"by accident!" he exclaimed. you laughed and the mix of the two loud sounds wakes millie up. she meows at the two of you. both your eyes were now directed at her. you and jason both looked back at each other and laughed. maybe you were an outward animal lover, but deep down, you knew j.d. was one too.

after another meow, you meow back at her.

"what? are you a cat too now?" j.d. grins and pulls you closer with a hand on your waist. you gave a small chuckle and shake your head.

"it's habit, my love." you respond. he nods in understanding and kisses your temple, watching you play with millie's paws.

he admired you playing with your new friend and eventually got up to get the new addition to the family a bowl of water.

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GUYS IDK HOW I LIKE THIS.

[famwhy]

Desperation

Yandere Jason Dean (JD)

Word Count: 3,583

Ready to rekindle your love for Heathers the musical?

Your eyes crinkled in sympathy as you witnessed your good friend, Jamie, get completely ignored by his long-time crush, Veronica, in favour of her swooning over the new kid beating up two jocks.

Your legs carried themselves over to his pitiful form, a low whistle drawing out from your lips when you reached his side as you both gazed at the back of the infatuated teen.

"Damn, buddy, tough luck." You patted the nerd's back, watching his shoulders shrink further into himself. "How long have you liked her now? Couple o' years?"

He sighed. "Yeah."

Another low whistle. "And she just falls for that dude straight away? Dammmnnn, and I thought my luck was shit when I bet on black and lost half my savings."

"You bet on black? What type of idiot bets on black?" He rose a brow.

"The hell do you mean 'what type of idiot bets on black'?! It's a 50/50 chance! What type of idiot gets rejected by their crush without even confessing first?!"

Cue the disheartened expression returning to his face and you suddenly feeling like that wasn't the right time for that joke.

"Shit, dude. Too soon?"

Another sigh left his lips.

"Cheer up, man. I mean, he doesn't reciprocate the feelings right? Seemed like he didn't when they spoke a bit ago."

Your words caused his expression to light up again. However, it wasn't lit up out of relief, no, it was lit up with an idea. You did not like that expression of his one bit.

"Yeah!" He exclaimed brightly. "You're right! And he won't ever be able to if you charm him first!"

"Wha-?!" Your eyes widened as he trained his gaze on you with a grin so bright, it was blinding. "Hold on! I never agreed to be your guinea pig!"

"Come on, pleaassee." His fingers intertwined with one another as he begged you. "You still owe me for all that money you borrowed."

You glanced at the new kid one more time, taking in his looks and mannerisms to assess whether or not you had been given a good deal.

Oh, who were you kidding? Of course you got a good deal, in return for a thousand dollars, you just had to charm one guy and keep him away from a girl.

"Fine, I'll do it."

Jamie cheered, launching himself into you so that he could wrap his arms around your neck in an appreciative hug. "Thanks! You're the best!"

"Yeah, yeah, you obsessed little freak." 

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"Ah, shit." You cursed your luck.

Why exactly were you cursing your luck? Well, simple, because Veronica was about to make her way to the store the new kid was in so that she could pick up some snacks for the Heathers.

How did you know the new kid was in there? Let's just say you did a little... observing of his schedule.

The things people do to get out of debt.

Anyway, if they were in the same store, no doubt the new kid would approach Veronica out of interest from their earlier interaction.

You absolutely could not let that happen.

"What to do, what to do..."

You snapped your fingers, an imaginary bulb basically lighting up above your head.

"You sure you wanna get snacks from there, Veronica?" The brunette jumped as you approached her.

"Oh, Y/N, hey."

"'Sup."

"Sorry, uh, what was it you just said?" She looked a little confused. You didn't blame her, you never really approached her outside of school.

"I said, are you sure you wanna get snacks from that store, Veronica?"

"How did you-?"

"After all, you can't possibly be ready to face your bestie after what you just did to her right?" You sneered. "I can't imagine that bodes well with your subconscious."

Instantly, her expression faltered and her eyes filled with guilt. "I- I didn't..."

"Yeah, well, you did." You gave her a little glare. "And you can't be telling me you wanna see her again right after that. If I were you, I'd head to a different store."

"I-!" She looked ready to defend herself, but just one look at your scowl and she backed off. "Yeah, you're probably right."

With that, she turned on her heel and walked away, the atmosphere around her filling up with gloom.

Yikes, you may have overshot it there.

Oh well, Jamie could use that as an excuse to comfort her anyway.

You casted a glance to the shop, taking in a deep breath and praying your drama skills were good enough to get you through this. 

As you stepped through the doors, you immediately spotted your victim by the slushie machines. This caused you to, almost immediately, make your way over to him.

Once you were close enough, you acted like you were looking at the flavours, casting a sneaky side-glance his way to see he wasn't staring at anything in particular, before choosing your moment to strike.

"Y'know, for a new kid, you sure don't take shit from anyone."

Please work, please work, pleasework-

"Yeah? Well, you seem like the type to understand why." He smirked your way.

Holy shit- it actually worked.

"Greetings and salutations, my name's Jason Dean, though you can call me JD for short."

'Greetings and Salutations'? Dear lord, he's a weirdo-

"Y/N."

You reached out for his hand, shaking it firmly.

"Those were some good moves back there."

"Yeah?" He smirked your way. "You pick up on these things when you're constantly moving around."

"Ah, a parent's job?"

"Yup, my dad own a deconstruction company. You know the one on all those commercials where he goes-" he then proceeds to imitate the commercial you always saw on TV during every programme's commercial break.

"Must be tough moving so often, I could never imagine what it's like." Your head shook from side-to-side.

"Heh, yeah. I usually just stick to myself and refrain from making any bonds."

"How's that going for you this time around?" You sent him a knowing smile.

"Not too good so far." He reciprocated.

Okay, this conversation was moving at too much of a snail's pace for you. It was about time you sped things up.

"So, tough guy, you gonna ask me out or what?"

"So soon? Where's the fun in that?" JD's rough fingers ran through his hair, swishing his locks to the side as his grin never faltered.

"Oh," you slowly took a few steps towards him, basically swaying your hips as you closed the gap between the two of you, pressing your body up against his before speaking in a breathy whisper, "there's plenty of fun in that."

His eyes grew half-lidded as he slid an arm around your waist, the slushie in his other hand practically forgotten. "Oh yeah? Sounds great..."

"But-!" You slipped out of his grasp, sending him a cheeky wink and a suggestive smirk. "You're right, there's no fun in that."

His dazed expression didn't let up as you continued on your way out of the store, casting a last glance over your shoulder to confirm that he did, in fact, still have a cloudy expression.

Lo and behold, he was still out of it.

Hook, line, and sinker.

You're welcome, Jamie.

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"So did you do it?" Jamie was the first to approach you after the end of your first period class, bouncing on his heels in excitement. 

"Only time will tell, dear friend." Your voice dropped an octave and your expression turned serious.

"What's that supposed to mean?" 

"It means my master plan has yet to give me desired results because it's just started." You rolled your eyes, making your way to your locker with your folders tucked tightly into your chest. 

"Have they met then?"

"Of course not, I was very meticulous. All I had to do was play with that little snake's feelings and- oh!"

Your steps screeched to an abrupt halt, causing your friend to crash straight into your back and stumble back a bit.

"Why is your back so sturdy-?"

"MIKE! BUDDY! PAL! FRIEND-O!" You tossed your arm around the person that caught your eye, your grin feigning cheer. "How are you doing?"

"What do you want?" The playboy narrowed his eyes in your direction.

"Well, you see, I happen to-." You didn't even need to finish your sentence for his eyes to start widening and your own smile to turn sinister.

"Shit, I should've known you would've gotten a hold of it. Fuck! Look, man, I don't have money on me, please. Gimme a day, I swear I'll get you the money you need to feed that sick obsession of yours."

"You better." Your expression darkened. "Or you can say bye-bye to that new car your parents promised you."

He shuddered, immediately rushing off. 

After that interaction, you and Jamie continued towards your locker, this time in silence.

Well, that was until you reached it of course. Jamie decided that was the perfect time to speak.

"You're still doing this, Y/N? Don't you think it's a little... excessive? This addiction has really messed with your head."

"I love you, Jamie, I do-" you shoved your things into the empty space before you. "-but you need to know when it's time to butt out of business that isn't yours."

You slammed the locker shut, jumping slightly when you noticed the new form that stood there, leant against your neighbour locker. "You have a minute?"

You immediately brought your act up again. "Of course~."

It was then that JD's eyes trailed to your friend's, narrowing at the shorter male in clear distaste. "Alone."

"Ruh-right!" He rushed off without a second thought.

"My, oh my," the spotlight was placed back on you. "So harsh."

"You 'love' him, huh?" Though, his narrowed eyes stayed narrowed. 

"Jealous, are we, Mr Dean?" Your fingers trailed up his torso, gently tracing his muscles through the thin line of fabric separating skin-on-skin contact.

Your touch caused his breath to hitch in his throat, the familiar expression he wore yesterday returning to his face. "You know, I wouldn't mind you being called Mrs Dean."

"Woah-!" You quickly pulled your hands a way. "A bit too soon, don't'cha think?"

"Weren't you the one who said there's plenty of fun in that?" He smirked, dipping his head closer to your own.

Get the fuck away, you lil' sh-.

The familiar chime of the bell caused you to breathe a quiet sound of relief. 

Saved by the bell really is a thing.

"Well, looks like we have to continue this conversation later."

You went to move away but were stopped abruptly by a tugging force on your wrist. 

"Oh no you don't," your back met with a rather sturdy chest, "you're not getting away like that again. Let's ditch together."

You gritted your teeth, cursing yourself at that exact moment for not using blackmail on Jamie when it came to taking money like you did with every other student. Damn that boy for making you soft.

"Fine. Where'd you wanna go?"

"7-eleven." He grinned, turning around and starting to walk out of the premises with you in tow, grip on your wrist never faltering for even a second.

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Once you arrived, he rushed over to the slushies, immediately buying two random flavours. 

"I didn't even tell you what I liked." You grinned in amusement as he gave you one. 

"Sometimes you gotta take risks in life y'know?"

"Okay, Mr. Bootleg Shakespeare."

He bowed with a little smirk. "In the flesh."

Okay, so that got a little chuckle out of you. He was still a weirdo though.

"So, I've heard quite a bit about you, y'know," he started off.

"Oh yeah?" You rose a brow. "Like what?"

"Like how... oh, I don't know, you're very keen on using blackmail to get what you want."

Almost immediately, your facial expression darkened.

"What's it to you?" 

"Nothing." He absentmindedly looked to the side. "I just find that really hot."

The drink came flying out your mouth. "I'm sorry- what?!"

"You heard me." He hooked an arm around your waist, pulling you in so close, you could feel his breath on your face. "I. Find. It. Really. Hot."

This guy was weird. Almost unnervingly so.

"Hm. Good for you." You slipped out of his grasp yet another time, sending him a playful smirk in response to his frown.

After that little interaction, you stopped speaking in favour of just hanging around in a comfortable silence.

Well... that was, until he spoke up once more.

"So, I've been thinking..." He trailed off. "Wanna be my girlfriend?"

"Hmm. Sure."

Had he not been so elated from the affirmation, you were sure he'd have realised how strange your response was.

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Some time passed and you spent so much time with JD, you barely got to see Jamie anymore.

But judging by the way you passed him by once, with the emo boy walking beside you, and he sent you a grin as well as a thumbs up; he didn't mind. Veronica beside him though? Now, she definitely had a problem.

Oh well, that's on her, not you.

"Y/N!" Oh, was that Jamie just now? "Y/N!"

"Hey Jamie, I haven't- woah!" You cut yourself off when he launched himself at your arm, clutching you so tightly, you could've sworn he stopped your blood flow.

"Y/N! You need to leave the new kid!"

So much for him being happy about your new relationship.

"He-he's psycho!" Jamie was panting really hard. "He threatened me to stay away from you! You need to leave him!"

"Aren't you the one who wanted me to get with him in the first place?" You rose a brow, priorities obviously not straight.

"Yeah, that was before I found out he was a psycho!"

"But isn't it in your best interests to listen to his threats instead of warning me?"

"Y/N, you are literally asking all the wrong questions right now . JUST LEAVE THE-!"

"Leave what?" A new voice piped up, causing Jamie to jump out of his very skin.

"Uhhhh..."

Speak of the devil and he shall appear, it was JD.

"Oh, great!" You beamed, fixating his gaze onto you almost immediately. "You're just on time. I needed to talk to you."

Both men looked at you with surprise. "Oh? What-?"

"I'm breaking up with you." Your expression fell flat within the next second, cold gaze trained on his figure.

"Wha-?" His face fell, eyebrows creasing as it seemed like his whole world fell apart before him. "Why?"

"I'm just not feeling it anymore." You stared at your nails, pulling off the whole disinterested thing way too well. "It's not me, it's you. See ya."

You took to turning around and walking off- or, at least, you wanted to before he seized your wrist.

"Yuh-you can't do this to me, baby." His eyes were blown wide, pupils shaking in his desperation. "I love you."

His attempts to make you stay were starting to get annoying. "Really now? Shame. Looks like you'll have to move on."

You ripped your arm from his grasp, sending him a glare as you did so. His grip was tight but thanks to your sudden movements, you were able to free yourself.

After that, you wasted no time in leaving him behind, gesturing for Jamie to follow you as well. The boy took one glance at the heartbroken expression on the new kid's face before gulping and rushing after you.

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Your footsteps echoed through the barren halls, the slurping of your slushie being the only other sound to accompany them.

The light of the moon was the only thing illuminating the hallways and keeping you from walking straight into a wall.

Why exactly were you at the school at night.

Well, you received a peculiar note when you got home from school earlier that day.

The contents?

Greetings and salutations darling,

I love you. I know you love me too. We are meant to be. The only reason you left me is because of that asshole who calls himself your friend. He's keeping you away from me. He made you blind, messed up your mind but I can set you free!

Meet me at the school tonight, your class. I'm waiting.

Yours forever and always,

JD

Now, you could fully ignore this note and just go about your life as normal, not even considering giving JD the time of day.

But...

He successfully caught your interest.

You were bored and your gambling addiction couldn't be satiated so you found temporary reprise in this little meeting.

Plus, there was always the fact that this was potential blackmail material-.

Your train of thought was halted when you reached the door of your homeroom, left hand leaving your pocket to push on the handle, swinging it open with a look of nonchalance.

Inside, you were greeted with quite the sight to behold.

Standing above a puddle of crimson, the lifeless eyes of your former good friend looking up at you in a permanent expression of horror.

Your lips parted from the straw as a low whistle drew out from them. "Damn, buddy, always did have such rough luck." 

"No thanks to you." The chuckle of a boy dressed in dark clothing reached your ears. "Oh babe, I find it so fucking hot that you didn't even fucking flinch at this."

His lips grazed your ear, shaky breath hitting you at uneven intervals as one of his arms looped around your waist and pulled you into his chest, the other reaching for your left hand and intertwining each of your fingers with his own. 

"Shit..." He spoke breathily. "Let's fuck up the world together, baby."

BONUS! FEAT. VERONICA AND THE HEATHERS

Veronica's blood boiled in her veins as she watched your fingers graze the arm of the new kid she was crushing majorly on, teeth gritting as he seemed to fall in a deeper pit of his own infatuation for you.

"Hey," she spoke up, her voice barely above a whisper but her anger incredibly apparent. "Do you guys think we could... screw with Y/N somehow?"

"Y/N?" One of the Heathers spoke up, her hands adjusting the mascara on her eyes with a look of total concentration. "Why?"

"Because she stole the emo boy Veronica has a major crush on." Giggled the other two.

"Well," Heather Chandler scoffed. "I'm afraid we can't touch Y/N."

"Why not?"

"Oh, Veronica, you sweet, dumb, little girl." The brunette shook her head from side-to-side. "You've never come across her bad side."

"SHUT UP, HEATHER!" Chandler screamed at the girl clad in a green blazer before clearing her throat. "I'm telling Veronica."

The other girl whimpered out an apology.

"Anyway," the blonde rolled her eyes, "Y/N is a no-go for targeting. That girl has every dirty secret ever known to the whole school. Getting on her bad side is not just social suicide, it's real suicide."

"Real?" Veronica tilted her head to the side, attention now on the leader of the group.

"Yeah, do you remember Hailey?" 

Veronica rose a brow. "Who's Hailey?"

"Exactly."

The Heather with the yellow colour-scheme piped up. "She tried setting Y/N up to be jumped by a bunch of jocks but they told Y/N about her plans because she had dirt on them."

"What happened then?" 

"...she got rid of her." The blonde cut in once more. "Y/N got rid of Hailey, completely. She's a dangerous woman."

"A dangerous woman addicted to gambling. It's why she even has blackmail on everyone to begin with, so that she can take people's money and gamble it all away."

"Wow." 

"I know."

EXTRA BONUS! FEAT. JAMIE AND JD

Jamie had noticed some things. 

First of all; he, himself, was being noticed increasingly more. Although, not by the person he wants to or in the way he would like it to be.

JD, the new kid, was the one noticing him more. 

He would glare at the shorter male whenever he approached you. Fists clenched so hard he drew blood.

Something about the kid was fishy.

And this just confirmed it.

"I'm sorry- what?"

"Stay away from my Y/N." JD repeated himself, hand reaching into his pocket to pick out- was that a switch-blade?! 

"What the fuck?!"

"She's mine. I will kill you if I found out you disobeyed my orders."

'Disobeyed his orders' who the hell did he think he was? The fucking King?

Jamie needed to warn you; and fast.

Writing 'commercials' instead of 'adverts' is so weird-

Also, I had to slip in a few iconic lyrics y'all can't blame me-

In case you didn't notice, Reader's a bit of a sociopath in this. Thought it would be nice to change it up a bit.

[hugs4jd]

hiii hope this request is ok :-)

jd x reader who is just as messed up as him? he comes to westerberg and is interested in veronica at first, but one night as he’s riding around on his motorcycle or something, he hears a distant scream and ofc he has to investigate and surprise surprise, there’s reader with a knife in their hand, killing one of the jocks (other than kurt and ram). he is amused and heart eyes immediately

if this is too specific i’m sorry!

(ok for setting context imagine like a straightaway road that’s mostly empty and deserted and a forest right next to it, reader is in the forest close to the road but blocked by a line of trees yk? 🧍‍♀️🌲🛣️ typa thing)

as crazy as me

As you dragged the jock deeper into the woods, you couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. You had planned this for weeks, and now, it was finally coming to fruition. You knew it wasn’t the smartest spot to kill him, you were fairly close to the road but no one drove on it anyways so you’ll be fine, right?

“PLEASE- ILL DO ANYTHING… WANT TO WEAR MY JERSERY AT THE NEXT FOOTBALL GAME SO PEOPLE THINK WE’RE DATING OR-?” his begs were like music to your ears, the sound of the jock who had been tormenting you since prek begging for forgiveness. You gently ran the dull side of your blade against his cheek, letting beads of blood pool up and run down his jaw.

Your plan was to let him bleed out, maybe make deep cuts all across his body until he passes out then finish him off, but your plan changed completely when you heard a motorcycle ride by. Quickly turning around, you peer past a large tree, noticing that strange boy from your school stopping his motorcycle.

“shit” you murmur under your breath, a bit too loudly than expected based on how his head perked up in the direction of your voice. “shit shit shit” you whisper quickly, pacing in front of your tied up prey, trying to think of what to do.

“hmm…” you turn around quickly, coming face to face with the boy, nervously you pull out your knife, ready to kill him “letting him bleed out, huh? you must really hate him” his voice sounds… intrigued? not scared or mad he’s just… admiring your work?

You stare at him, not convinced he won’t call the cops or try to kill you “What the fuck do you want” you grit your teeth, walking closer to him. He playfully puts his hands in the air, just chuckling when you press your knife against his neck

“why don’t you make it look like a suicide?” you lower your guard, putting your knife away but not moving away from him “I mean, when the cops find him it’ll be obvious it’s a murder and they would be after you, a suicide is easier” the boy explained, smirking

you turn back to your victim, nodding your head as you think “so like… slit his wrists? ooh or shoot him… or make him shoot himself!” you start pacing again, a million ideas running through your mind as the jock tries to scream, quickly getting shut up by the unknown boy taping his mouth. “Do you just… bring tape with you wherever you go…?”

“I also bring a gun with me” he holds it out for you, his hand lingering on yours when you carefully grab it. You turn to the jock then to the boy, noticing all his features as he nods in encouragement. As you sit down beside your victim you place the gun in his hand, guiding his finger on the triggering and forcing his wrist around until the weapon faces his own forehead. A chuckle sounds from behind you as you force his finger down, pulling the trigger. “See, now you won’t get caught” he approaches you, kneeling down beside your dead victim.

“Good plan” you smile, looking up at him. A shiver runs down your spine as you cross your arms, trying to keep in all your body heat as a cool wind blows past you.

“It was your plan, i just… helped a bit.” you suddenly feel a heavy trench coat drape over your shoulders “want to come back to my place tonight? I’ll help get the blood out of your clothes” you simply nod, feeling your face heat up as he helps you to your feet, guiding you to his motorcycle.

“Are you ever going to tell me your name?” you tease, holding onto his waist as he starts riding

“I’ll end the suspense, i’m Jason Dean, JD for short”

“JD… glad to meet someone as crazy as me” you said with a laugh

“likewise, we should do this again”

[dreamties]

CG! JD x Little! Reader W/ Sensory Issues

A/n- I related to this request a little too much and it just ended up as 3k of self-indulgence hurt/comfort. Hope everyone else can enjoy, as well!

Word Count: 3,138

T/W: some cursing, sensory overload / panic attacks, emotional hurt / repressed emotions, JD is referenced to have a gun in one scene but it's like. when he had it in the cafeteria and pretended to shoot Kurt & Ram like . . . that type beat, y'know?

This fic is seriously unedited <3

JD is willing to do just about . . . anything for his partner. Except, maybe, y’know- change his fundamentals as a person? And he’s generally pretty open about things, people, you name it. As long as you aren’t hurting anyone, who is he to stop you from a pastime that comforts you? 

He’s never heard of age regression before- in some regards, you still believe he may have never learned what coping mechanisms were either. And he certainly would never have pegged you as an individual that needed it. He knew of all the hurt you had gone through, of everything you tried to recover from. He guesses he never thought of how you planned to heal from it. Thinking maybe that he’d be enough to fix your broken bones.

He doesn’t ask you about it. Well, not for a while. JD prides himself in being so studious, in his curious, watchful nature. He always picked up the little bits and ends of people. And yet- he misses this. 

You’d been sneaking around him so easily, hiding the tenderest of your heart. He hates to think you hadn’t felt safe enough to let him know . . . but he thinks of the Heathers and Jocks of the world, and reconsiders. You must have been so scared. He can picture you alone and shaking in your room, after a long, painful week of school. He only wishes he’d moved sooner. He’d have come bounding into your life quicker, to be there for you, to protect you from brainless cruelty. 

Some bullshit, it was meant to be mantra loops his brain. He still wishes he had been there, every night. 

A few days after you tell him, he finally peaks his own curiosity and asks a question. Or, you don’t tell him either. Which also bugs him. But he finds out, because he doesn’t call to tell you he’s coming over or wait at the front door or even arrive at a normal time. He knocks on your bedroom window and stands outside waiting for you to let him in. You’d expressed distaste to him breaking in in the past. You don’t reply and he gets worried. And when he gets fed up and swiftly props the window up so he can climb in, he’s met with a pretty scary sight.

You’re lying on the floor, your side pressed against your flooring. You have one hand against your ear, you bite and suck on your other thumb. You hold a crumpled mess of blankets towards your chest, like they’re a fun, plush animal friend.

You don’t seem nearly as scared as he thought you might’ve been seeing him whilst in such a state. You’re just upset and overwhelmed, and you tell him as such when he’s knelt down beside you. You struggle with getting the right words, but he knows you’re struggling and he stays with you the whole night till you calm down. 

And, okay, you do answer his question(s). He has . . . a lot. He’s confused. He doesn’t understand what’s wrong, really. He knows you’re hurting, but doesn’t quite know that it’s not all fresh wounds you’re suffering from.

He first asks, “Why?”

Not in that manner. 

He waits till it’s the two of you, when you don’t seem too stressed, but still have that glossy, sad look he witnessed those few days before. The two of you are cuddling on your bed, you’re safely nestled between his legs and you contently play with the loose threads on his sleeves, as he holds you with one arm and caresses his hand through your hair. 

“Hey, why did you hide that part of yourself?”

You tilt your head to look at him. “Huh?”

JD’s light smile twitches. He can’t show his hurt so blatantly. “Oh, c’mon, Sid. You know what I’m talking about.”

They look back down to their activity, their hands moving through the fabric quicker. “I didn’t know how you’d react,” you mumble.

Jason does frown at this, and you can feel that as he presses a kiss to your head and nestles his cheek there.

“I love you, darlin’. It’s the two of us, against the world, remember?” 

“Yeah, but-”

JD cuts you off. He wouldn’t allow your self-doubting anxieties to get in the way. 

.

You don’t ask him to help out. But he knows you need it. 

Every time he notices your demeanor go towards that place; he knows something’s up. He figures this out half by observation, and the other was you coming from your shell, and telling him how you felt. 

He comes to know the first time he found you huddled on your bedroom floor, was due to a sensory overload meltdown. Nothing felt right that day, and you had hoped- so bad - that the icky feeling would dissipate with the night. You craved pressure and the lights in the hallway were too bright and you could still hear your mother brushing her teeth in the other room. You couldn’t turn the lights off and you couldn’t tell your mother- she’d freak out at you for being so sensitive. You could, though, press your body tightly against your floor and hold onto something, a barrier between angry, red skin and yourself. You could feel grounded on your bedroom floor. You could, maybe, even, sleep. 

.

He doesn't know how to feel that you need him. He’s thrilled. He wants nothing more than to be everything you desire. He worships you. He loves you. But you need help when you’re feeling so small? You need a hand, you need someone to give you the care you never received? He feels so lost. He never had the care you needed growing up. He doesn’t want to screw you up with backwards thinking. 

So, it takes time. He doesn’t feel completely comfortable with you regressing at first. But he always comes later on in the night to calm you down and help you sleep. 

One night, you’re curled up in his arms, and you scrunch his shirt up in your fists as you call out for him. “Papa, ‘eed you.” 

He looks down at you, and he combs his hand through your hair and you shake it off. The touch felt too light. “What’s wrong, darling?”

He peers at you and his stare, dark eyes boring into you, is unshakeable. 

“Need you,” you repeat. It’s clearer this time. 

He asks again. He suggests closing the window or getting a blanket and you don’t know how to respond. It’s so hard to form how you’re feeling into words. Everything is a little too much and it hurts. You’re so worried your boyfriend will judge you for what does come out. No matter how much he tells you he cares and tries to shush away your insecurities, they’re still there. 

“Jus’ hurs righ’ now. B-bad feeling.” 

He moves to leave your side and you only pull at him again. 

“Need. .hard no’ ligh’.”

He forces his face to stay neutral, as he works through the confusion. “Do you need pressure, is that it?”

You nod. 

“Okay, get up. With me.” 

You whine and he gives you a look and you go along with it. He peels your blankets back, and has you get under them. He sheds his jacket and pants, and makes sure you’re comfortable in your clothes, too. He lays back down next to you, bringing the sheets back up and over your bodies, tucking it in tight around the edges. He presses his body to yours when you still whine for pressure, safety. He hangs his arm over you and rests his body weight against you. He’s worried that he might hurt you. But the content purr as he finally does so, washes his worries away. 

You thank him again and again. Your papa was so perfect to you. 

.

A few months into all this, JD brings up helping ease you into your regression headspace. To help relieve your stress before it gets too much. He also brings up your sensory issues, as he noticed the two were often connected. He also tells you that the two of you don’t need to talk about all of it right now, but he needs to know how to be there for you. How to treat you. How to love you.

And you tell him you don’t know how to explain any of it. Certain sensations or inputs just . . . overwhelm you. Like the ticking of clocks or people brushing their teeth made you upset and angry. And you know to everyone else it feels irrational, but it’s such a big deal for you . 

Jason asks if the pressure has to do with your sensory issues, and you nod. You tell him how light touches can feel violating and more intense, how it feels like he’s not quite there. How you need his reassurance. And he says he understands and he gets it, or he at least tries to get it- and you smile, a full smile, of unbridled joy, at his response. 

“I love you, Papa!” You yell, excited. You squeeze him in a big hug, and he returns it.

He smiles, “Of course, babe.” 

.

There are some problems he notices this pose. 

He’d never blame you for feeling small or overwhelmed- or for how you reacted or dealt with that feeling. You were trying so hard and he was so very, very proud of you! 

But helping you at home, in your room, late at night- was no hassle. It was safe and secluded and no one but you and Him were there, could hear or know what was going on.

In school, it was different. You only had a few classes together. When the lights were too bright or the chatter in the classrooms too loud, it was much harder to get away from it, to self soothe. You couldn’t just walk out. 

You try to nap at your desk. Your hands discreetly covering your ears. One of your classmates bumps into your desk on the way back to her seat, not even a glance back or an apology. You bite your lip and hunch your shoulders up, weeping at your desk. Or, no, trying not to cry but failing horribly, miserably. 

JD is at the back of the classroom, he always is. It’s the best place to avoid unwanted eyes. He also loves it for the exact opposite reason, no one pays attention to the kids in the back. He can study his classmates without questions. He knows so many secrets he shouldn’t, because people never think he’s listening in. 

Sometimes he watches you, too. He loves seeing you frustrated, nibbling at the end of your pencil as you struggle with your assignment (he always “helps” you later with it- he isn’t much of a studier, though). He thinks you’re cute, especially when you don’t notice you’re being looked at. 

But he notices the negative interactions with your classmates, too. He’s never been one to keep a lid on his frustrations. 

He interjects, he calls her out for her shit.

“Did you want to apologize to someone?” He quirks a brow at the classmate. She looks bewildered and mumbles something under her breath.

Before she gets back to her seat, Jason gets up and takes great strides, rushing to your side. He pays no attention to the girl, as she steadies herself on some poor fool’s desk.

“Hey, watch where you’re going! You almost knocked me over, freak.” 

He thinks briefly on what any other student would do. Ignore it. Give some stupid retort back. 

He flashes her a grin, “That should be the least of your worries.” He opens up his jacket enough for her to see the handgun tucked away in the inside pocket.

Needless to say . . . she freaks out. And the teacher tells them, finally, to quiet down. It escalates, he gets sent home for the day. He’s not even worried or peeved about his end of the situation. He only has blanks in there, anyways. With the diversion he created, you could easily slink away from the classroom to a quieter space. Without all the suspicion gathered around it.

You don’t see JD again till after school passes. You know he’s at home. At his dad’s house. Knows that he probably got chewed out about his careless behavior. So obvious, so frivolous. No pizazz to his act. Nothing.

You know he’ll be upset. But he’ll act like nothing’s wrong. And it frustrates you. He always does so much for you. You could be an emotional anchor, too. Gosh darn, you could!

You hope it’s just him that’s making it difficult. 

That’s not right.

You hope that it’s not because of you, that Jason shuts himself off. You know that part of it’s that. That he didn’t grow up around parents who could be emotionally vulnerable with him. That he never had any close friends growing up. That, yeah, he had major trust issues.

Part of you worries that it’s more . That he feels cut off from you, that your issues overshadow his own. That he spends so much energy on you, that he has nothing left at the end of the day to give to you. He can’t splay his heart out on the table, because you are exhausting. 

And you have to shake off the feeling that you’re too much and you’re overthinking it. JD would let you know if he was upset with you, right? 

Thankfully, his dad isn’t home when you knock on the door. Usually you’d call him beforehand, to let him know you were coming over. You’d come to learn that despite his surprise visits at your place, JD was never thrilled about who could be at his door. Irrational fears? Maybe. His own guarded trauma? That you were certain of.  

He peeks through the peephole, unlocking the door and removing the latch at the top. He leans against the semi-open door. 

Jason gives a weary smile, “What’s up?” 

“I wanted to see you, JD.” 

He shrugs. Instantly amused by you. “Alright. You’ve seen me, now what? What’s the big surprise , Y/n?” 

You roll your eyes at his reaction, at his jazz hands. “Nothing. I just wanted to see you. I can be excited for that, right?” 

JD barks a laugh. “Of course.” 

He leads you in, locking and latching the door behind him once more. 

“The old man’s out for the night.”

“Perfect.”

“I knew you’d be sad about that,” he smiles and pulls you in for a rough kiss on the crown of your head. 

He picks up where he left off. He’d been reading some kind of magazine. It was boring. But he liked the distraction. He liked something that was a bit mind-numbingly dumb sometimes. He flops down on the couch, picking the tabloid off the coffee table. You hesitantly join him. You lean your head on his shoulder. 

The two of you stay like that for a while. You get up once to turn the fan off (it wasn’t very hot at all, you think it was just left on for background noise), but the noise rattles in your head and it’s all you can think about. Neither JD or you say anything, you just return to his side once more, till he’s finishing up the last page. He throws it with an exasperated huff onto the table. 

You snuggle closer to him, cradling your face next to his. You breathe in his scent, old leather and blood. You want to wrap it up and take it around with you everywhere. Maybe make a candle, so your room would always have a little bit of your boyfriend in it. 

“What’s wrong?” You ask, in a quiet, mousy voice. 

JD doesn’t really respond. He doesn’t even shake his head or avert his eyes. He does, however, snake his arm around you and pulls you in tight. You whine- not at the embrace, which you loved- but his response. 

“Please?” 

He glances away and squeezes you tighter. You take that as your queue- don’t press it. 

“Thank you for what you did today, though. You’re always such a protector. You’re, like– my prince!” You try not to sound too giddy at the thought, you knew JD wouldn’t be up for much play time. Or maybe . . . any play time. That would be okay though, you rationalize with yourself. 

Jason Dean finally looks at you. His eyes water, only slightly. His brows furrow and he seems almost confused, but you know he isn’t. JD was the smartest person you knew. His lips quirk into a small smile. 

He chuckles, hiding his mouth when his laugh reaches a higher pitch. “Yeah, I am. Aren’t I? What does that make you, little one?” 

Oh god, okay. Maybe you can’t stay big for long right now.

You hum. “Maybe a princess? Or another prince?”

He boops your nose with your own, and you nearly forget why you’re there as your mind gets hazy. 

“JD, are you hur’?” 

He shakes his head.

“Are you sure? Papa, would you tell me if you were?” 

He looks at you quizzical. 

“Of course, dear.” He motions for you to get up. You do so, mostly unwilling. You follow him to his bedroom. “Y’know, I wanted to wait to give this to you. Sometime special but.” 

He sorts through his top dresser drawer, and pulls out a soft plushie of your favorite animal. You squeal as he hands it to you. 

“I was going to give it to you earlier today, at school. But those high school  Neanderthals  got in the way.”

You smile at the gesture and hold your new plushie in a tight grip against your chest. You loved the feeling of your fingers sunk into the fuzz and stuffing. It was squishy and had a bit of weight to it. 

“Thank you,” you mumble into your new toy. 

JD was all too good at distracting you. He knows you’re worried about him, but he doesn’t know how to tell you that this? Being the one real thing that can get you to smile? Makes up for all his bad feelings. He never feels alone with you. Never feels judged.

You always treat him with softness. You’re always looking out for him. And if you could just look up and see his face in this moment, how his smile reaches his eyes- that all he needs is you. As you are. He could face a lifetime more of hardships, as long as you could stay by his side. 

Maybe he still is enough to love you. Not to fix you but love you as you are and sit with you on your bad days and maybe enough to let you in his heart, too.

[pomegranateshrimp]

First post!!

Jason Dean (heathers) x reader oneshots

2-3 suggestive head cannons under the cut

Will definitely throw rocks at your window until you answer, if you don’t he’ll just climb into ur room and cuddle while waiting until u wake up

Cracks knuckles constantlyyyyyy

Never goes to any of his classes because he “knows it all”

Keeps finger nails weirdly clean all the time

Hates summer with a PASSION

LOVES Halloween

Will watch slasher movies with you and make fun of them

Loves it when you jump on him

Loves to wrap your legs around him

He’d love to do acts of service for you, this includes him killing others to show his love

Would kill someone you mentioned annoyed you *once*

Refuses to fall asleep before you

Will sneak up on you from behind/hug you from behind frequently

Loves to make you cry (in a happy way if ykwim 😏)

“Use your words darling”

Owns doc martens

Favorite song is Psycho Killer by the Talking Heads

Hates other ppls PDA, loves it when you do it tho

Will do **almost** anything if you ask him nicely enough

Absolute favorite hangout place is 7-11

Steals small things from you to remember you by whenever he visits

[sawyerconfort]

Say Cheese | JD x Fem!Reader

GREETINGS AND SALUTATIONS!

Ok, I don't know if this idea is good, I don't know if you will like it, but I'm trying to get in new areas of Tumblr's Oneshots ...

(If you don’t feel comfortable with sex scenes or insinuations, you don’t have to read this! I have lots and lots of other imagines full of fluff and angst also! +18 only!)

Warning before we start, I'm not a perfect person in smuts or insinuations of sex, but I will try to do my best in order to make you like it!

Ready for a crazy prompt with JD?

Well, I hope so!

Enjoy!

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Ever since Jason Dean got that camera, you knew it was going to be a nightmare.

He was visibly excited to start taking pictures with her, and the only good part about it was that at least he'd given up his gun for his newest gift. Instead of pointing that hideous and highly dangerous thing at his friends, he would point the camera and party with the flash popping.

Things kind of got worse when you guys were chosen to do a job together, and when he offered his house so they could find what they needed, you knew even more that it wouldn't be a good idea.

However, the passage of time surprised you. JD became more and more focused on the work, and in a few minutes of research, you already had the texts ready and a poster in the planning.

As soon as they finished the theoretical part of the work, JD guided you to the kitchen and offered you a quick snack. His father was never home, and he had an enormous sense of responsibility that was surprising, despite the bad boy pose he held in Westerberg.

“Hey, (Y\N), say cheese!”

JD's camera flash nearly blinded your eyes, and you covered your face so you wouldn't get hit quickly. He smirked, proud of himself for having managed to take you by surprise.

“Oh come on, strike a prettier pose please!” he asked, looking at the photo in the viewfinder. You rolled your eyes as you bit into the last bite of your sandwich. “I promise I'll just take one picture, (Y\N), I really do!”

"For God's sake..." you grunted and tried to strike a pose to please JD. He was smiling still looking into the camera lens when the flash invaded his eyes again. “Ready, satisfied?”

“You are a perfect model!” he celebrated. “Can I get one more?”

“No, JD.”

“Come on, just one more!”

Once again, you rolled your eyes, huffing and striking some other pose. You started to wonder if he hadn't purposely tried to sabotage the choice of work partners so he could use the excuse and take pictures of you...

JD was the kind of perverted boy who saw pictures of naked women all the time, he was almost certain to have wild ideas like this...

“So beautiful…” he whispered, catching you off guard. Of course, he made the perfect kind of boy for these situations… you always knew it was his plan.

“You're not going to make me undress here, are you?” you asked, letting the impulse slip from your lips without realizing it. JD smirked.

"You are kidding? What kind of guy do you think I am, (Y\N)?”

Now he's the one kidding. He was teasing you. And having him standing there looking too innocent and without ulterior motives was very frustrating for you. You didn't want to admit that you really liked JD and that you were easily attracted to him and all that pose. But it was impossible.

“(Y\N), can I ask you to sit at the counter, just for one last photo?” he asked suddenly. “I swear this will be the last photo I take...”

You didn't roll your eyes this time, you climbed up on his kitchen counter and straightened your body to strike a pose. JD was so close, so close you could feel and get drunk from the scent of him in your nostrils. The smell of nicotine mixed with masculine perfume made you crazy.

"You look so hot…posing for me…"

Suddenly, JD acted on impulse, and you ended up reciprocating on impulse, too. Throwing the camera to the floor, not caring if it had broken or not, he approached you fiercely and pressed his lips to yours in a desperate, wild kiss that left you breathless for the first few seconds.

He grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you closer, just so he could enjoy the taste of her lips on his even more. Without realizing it, you started to moan, completely losing your mind in that situation. He smirked at your lips and slid his tongue one last time before kissing your neck.

“Mind if I leave marks?” he whispered. You gasped but shook your head. "Fine, because I'm not going to have mercy on you like this, all surrendered to me...", he started to bite her neck eagerly, kissing your weakest point and clinging to your legs.

Suddenly, the moans became louder and more intense. You felt like you were going to explode at any moment when he lifted your shirt and surprised you by going straight for her breasts.

“JD, please!”

His mischievous laugh made you even more aroused.

With subtlety, he laid you down on the counter and didn't hesitate to go to your private parts. Good thing Bud Dean wasn't home, or things were going to get rough for the two of you. JD gasped for the first time as he went back to whispering in your ear:

“So fucking hot...”

So you couldn't take it. It really exploded at the height of the thing. He smiled, tasting the taste of you and slid onto the counter to lie down next to you. With a teasing kiss on your earlobe, JD held you in his arms and whispered once more:

“Can you believe me if I say the photo was just an excuse to have sex with you?”

You laughed. "I believe. Was breaking the camera in your plans too, Dean?”

He sucked your lip maliciously. “No, but I don't give a fuck about it. I can get another one by playing the sucker old Bud. Now, you, princess, are not so easy to conquer, are you?”

It was a dangerous game, but loving Jason Dean and having the chance to fuck him after years of pent-up desire was a dream come true for you.

[random-fandom-bitch]

Don’t Leave

JD x reader

Summary: You don’t want JD to go away.

A/N: I obviously don’t condone any of JD’s actions

Word count: 197

You sat on the roof of your house smoking cigarettes with your boyfriend Jason Dean.  You inhaled the smoke as J.D kissed your neck feverishly.  “I just don’t understand why you have to go away.”  You said.  “Apparently, I’ve gotten into one too many fights over you.”  He said in between kisses.  “No, no I get that, I just don’t understand why you have to leave the state?”  J.D took the cigarette from your hand “The kind of demolition my dad does isn’t exactly, legal y’know?”  “Yeah,”  You sighed, leaning into his chest.  “I guess I just don’t want you to leave me.”  J.D exhaled “I don’t wanna go either, but, this is just my life Y/N.”  An epiphany danced across your mind “What if I came with you?”  J.D coughed on the smoke “What?”  “I’m supposed to go away to college anyway, what if I just, traveled with you?”  J.D had an alarmed look in his eyes.  “Y/N it would be dangerous, you could see shit you never wanted to, you could see me do shit you never wanted to.”  “I don’t care.”  You said with a fierce kiss.

[carlisles-girl]

hey! i saw that you've recently written some j.d. stuff and i was wondering if you'd want to do a fic or like drabble thing where the reader (gender neutral if you can) writes about their feelings for j.d. in a diary and one day he's teasing them and reads through it and then like fluff ensues?? idk i got this from that "you left your diary at my house" tiktok sound

a/n: I was listening to Ride by Lana Del Rey whilst I was writing this so there’s definitely some elements of that song in this. Anyways, this has been in my inbox for a long ass time lmfao sorry about that, but I hope you enjoy <3

Handwritten, Unsent Letters (Jason Dean x Reader)

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“My, what is this?”

Jason bent down to the spot in between your bed and your bedside table, seeing a notebook tucked away in the shadows where the light from your lamp could not reach. You, in your shower and completely unaware of the fact that the new kid, J.D. as people called him, was in your room looking for things that could interest him before you came back out.

You’ve only had a few conversations with him, usually in your English class where he would ask you questions about the work that you were stunned that he was asking about since they were quite simple questions. Though the thought had crossed your mind more than once, you were right, he just wanted an excuse to talk to you.

He flipped open the front cover, seeing your slightly frantic, frustrated handwriting that covered the first page of your journal. As the pages went on, J.D.’s eyes scanning your words and smiling as he noticed your handwriting getting better and more neater with every page, as well as it getting slightly messier as it neared the bottoms of the pages, he noticed your shower turned off, as well as your bathroom door unlocking. Realizing he only has seconds to get out of your room, he tucks the notebook under his arm and makes his way towards the window before climbing out of it, and sprinting towards his motorcycle he had parked at the end of your street.

With a plain black towel wrapped around you, as well as a smaller, thinner towel you used to dry your hair, you made your way towards your dresser to put on a pair of baggy clothing to wear to bed. After putting on your clothes, and cleansing your face before you headed to bed, you planned to write in your journal about your day, and about a specific someone in your English class.

When your hand didn’t feel anything in the spot between your nightside and your bed, you assumed it must’ve fell over, and you got up out of bed, then crouched down on the floor, where you couldn’t see your notebook anywhere.

“Shit. Maybe it’s in my bag?” You thought aloud to yourself, then made your way to where you placed your bag for school, and opened the zipper of the bag, and took out your binders and textbooks before a sinking feeling overtook you.

What if someone took it?

The next day, you didn’t spend much time on any of your schoolwork, but rather you spent majority of the time scanning people for any weird behaviours, or even people turning around to look at you.

So far, nothing.

“What are you frantic about?”

You looked over to your left where your classmate, J.D. sat. Before responding to him, you thought of an excuse so you wouldn’t sound so childish for still having a diary in high school.

“Just an upcoming test, that’s all.”

He raised an eyebrow of uncertainty, before inching closer to you. “Yeah? What class?”

Without thinking, you stupidly responded, “This one?”

He shook his head with a small smirk on his face. “You know, lying gets you nowhere. Ms. Smith specifically said that she wasn’t doing any tests or an exam for this class.”

You were silent, absorbing yourself in your own shame as you slouched back in your chair. J.D. chuckled, before making an offer.

“I was messing with you, but something is still obviously bothering you. Wanna hang out after school, I could drive?”

You looked at him, raising yourself in your chair with your arms crossed as you smirked back at him. “You drive?”

“Mhmm. Motorcycle.” He responded, before standing up an exact second before the bell rang. You stood up after him, and began gathering your books.

“How do I know you won’t crash?”

“Well, they wouldn’t of granted me a motorcycle licence if they did think I would crash.”

You smiled at him and his smart ass response before responding yourself. “Meet you at the front doors?”

“See you then.”

Laying back on your bed after walking through your bedroom door was one of the best feelings in the world for you that day, the feeling of relaxation took over you as you felt the bed dip beside you. You looked over to see J.D. laying beside you, looking at the ceiling.

“Would you like a drink, water or something?” You asked, as he looked over at you.

“Sure.”

You went down to your kitchen, getting two glasses, then filling them with water, and making your way back to your room. Opening the door with your foot, you stopped in your tracks as you saw J.D. with your journal in his hands, reading it with a smile on his face. He saw you in the corner of his eye, and followed with him looking at you.

“I just love this page!” He exclaimed, moving away from you after you had placed the glasses down on your bedside table.

“Give it back, please.” You pleaded, wanting this to all be over, thinking of every thought and emotion you had poured onto each individual line on those pages.

“Mmm…but it’s at my favourite part! Just a second, and I’ll give it back.” He said, now standing on your bed, looking down at you. “Here it is: ‘Some days, the only thing I want to do is to just feel like I’m speeding down the highway with my hair in the wind, with the feeling of thrill and excitement coursing through me. The truth is, I do feel like that sometimes, specifically about someone, because every time I talk to him, and especially every time I look at him in English class, the same feeling happens and honestly feels like I’m fucking crazy, but it’s the best feeling in the world. I’ve only talked to him a few times, and those few times meant the absolute world to me. I don’t know how to tell him I like him, because I do feel like this can evolve into something more, and I hope to tell him soon, because I don’t wanna be too late.’”

J.D. closed the notebook, and then looked at you to see that you were looking down, avoiding any sort of contact with him. He stepped down off of your bed, and handed the journal to you. You took it, hugging it to your chest, and still refused to look at him.

“Can I take a guess on who you wrote that about?” He whispered close to your ear, placing his left hand on the side of your face, forcing you to look at him. “Hmm?”

“It’s kinda obvious, is it not?” You responded, your voice slightly higher than a mumble.

“Look at me.” He slowly slid his hand to your jaw, then to your chin, angling your face so your eyes looked directly into his. “I like you too. I was just teasing you when it came to reading your thoughts. You surely write a lot about me, don’t you? You think about me then, too?”

[negans-wifeyy]

The Babysitter

Summary: Jeffrey Dean Morgan gets down and dirty with his babysitter. 

Pairing: Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader

Warning: Heavy smut, major negan vibes

Tags: Seduction, angry sex, older man/younger woman (the reader is 18 and in high school), mdom, sub!reader, teasing, oral sex(woman receiving), unprotected sex(oups), etc.

Word Count: 2398

A/N: The premise of this story was heavily inspired by an audio from the subreddit gonewildaudio. I’ll put the link in the comments since tumblr won’t allow me to publish anything with a NSFW link in it. If you haven’t discovered GWA yet, you’re welcome. Also, the story involves Hilary Burton portrayed as a shitty wife but it’s nothing against her or her actual marriage to JDM. I just needed to include her in it for the story to make sense. 

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Ever since you were little girl, you’ve lived next door to the Morgans who were known in your neighbourhood like the white picket fence family. Last year, much to everyone’s surprise, Mrs. Morgan separated from her husband, Jeffrey, and even move out of their house. Now that they shared custody of their two boys, you’ve become Mr. Morgan’s trustworthy babysitter on days where he was working late. Three times a week, you’d babysit his kids after high school. You went to a private school at the other end of town but you always made sure to arrive at his house on time to welcome the kids home. Their mother would always pick them up from kindergarten and dropped them off for you to watch them over the evening. Often times, you’d rush out of your last class without even having time to change from your uniform just to be punctual. Today was one of those times, except that it was now an hour past the hour that Mrs. Morgan would usually arrive with her children. She was very much late and you tried to call her multiple times, but got no answer. Concerned, you reached her husband to let him know about the situation.

"Hello?" Jeffrey answered over the sound of a loud car horn.

"Hi, Mr.Morgan" You said. "This is Y/N. Are you driving?”

“Oh hi Y/N, I am driving but you can talk if there’s an emergency."

"The boys aren’t home yet and I arrived about an hour ago. I called your wife on her cellphone several times but only got her voicemail" You informed him.

"That bitch" He muttered under his breath. "Listen, my phone is about to die but I left work early today so I’m on my way home now. I’ll be there in a few.”

“Alright see you soon” You said before hanging up.

Not even a couple minutes later, your very enraged neighbour storm in his house while you were waiting for him in the living room. He directly went to grab the home phone and furiously dialled his wife’s number. You were sitting on the couch and watched as he stood next to the kitchen counter angrier than you’ve seen him before.

"Hello Hilary?? Where the fuck are you?!" He shouted at her. You couldn’t pick up what she was saying back but you listened closely to the entire conversation. "The babysitter’s been waiting for you to drop off the kids since 4! [... ] We had a fucking deal, Wednesday to Friday, Y/N watches them until I get off of work! [...] Oh, so now you have a problem with our agreement?![...] This was your idea! This is all on you! You decided to move out after the divorce and take our children with you! I want to see my kids! [...] Of course I’m getting mad. You— Hilary? Hilary?? Hilary??!"

Jeffrey threw the phone on the floor breaking it into pieces. His face was all red and a vein popped up from his forehead from being so angry. You stood up a bit shaken by his actions and didn’t know whether to stay and calm him down or leave to let him cool off.

"I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to lash out like that" He apologized in a calmer tone."It’s just been hell lately trying to co-parent with Hilary. She wants to get full custody of the kids and is trying to make me look bad for leaving them with you during my nights that I’m supposed to spend with them."

"No need to apologize, I’m more sorry to hear about it. Are the kids ok?” You asked.

“Yeah, they’re fine. They’re with their mom and aren’t really aware of the drama”

“That’s good. And are you ok Mr.Morgan?”

“I have to be. But deep down though, I’m boiling inside and I just can’t believe she would do that! " He rose his voice yet again.

"She'll come around I’m sure about it." You tried to reassure him so he wouldn’t lose his temper again.

"No she won’t! That bitch is depriving me from seeing my boys and I bet her manipulative ass is gonna get away with it. I can’t believe I’m even getting mad right now! That’s exactly what she fucking wants!!" He vented to you letting out all of his repressed emotions. But, he wasn’t done yet. From the rage written all over his face, he was on the verge of really blowing up. "God I’m so... I’m so fucking pant up right now!!! I just.. I just need to pin someone down and fuck them hard until they come on my cock!!"

That was really unexpected. You were so stunned by the profanity of his statement that you stood in place wide-eyed, swallowing a huge lump in your throat. Any other person would be shocked by the obscene language that Jeffrey used but for you, it’s was surprisingly turning you on.

"I’m so sorry again, I can’t believe I said that out loud.” He said almost out of breath from yelling so much. “I hope I didn’t scare you?”

"Euh.. no. It’s ok don’t worry” You said as you cleared your throat.

"It’s just been so long ever since the divorce that I’ve... you know, done it. Our marriage was built on makeup sex from always fighting, so every time I get angry now, I can’t help getting aroused. And umm..." He declared before stopping briefly to walked around the counter and come closer to you. You were so nervous the more he closed the distance between you two. "It surely doesn’t help, when a young, attractive woman like you is dressed up in her cute schoolgirl uniform, calls me Mr.Morgan with an innocent voice and looks up at me with her dewy eyes."

He was now standing in front of you so closely and eyed you up and down like he desired you more than anything in the world. You could feel your heart pumping through your chest and your palms were sweating from the sexual tension building up. Plus, he was looking really handsome with the business suit he was wearing which turned you on even more. You’ve always been attracted to your neighbour but feared that your major age gap would be an issue for him. From the way you both stared deeply into each other’s eyes with lust and desire, you knew now that it wasn’t an issue at all. He moved his hand to your face, palming it and thumbing your bottom lip.

"You are so fucking gorgeous" Jeffrey said to you and all of the sudden, his lips crashed onto yours. He kissed you so passionately as he grabbed the back of your neck with one hand and cupped your ass with the other. "You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this"

"Me too. " You said with your hands laying on his chest. His heart was also beating really fast.

"You know, I’m 100% sure that my attraction to you is the reason why Hilary doesn’t want you babysitting the kids. She would always get jealous of the way I looked at you when you’d come over." He lowered his head to your neck to give it gentle kisses and continued to talk in between them. “I’ve always fantasized about having you and right now, I want you more than anything.”

The way he talked while sucking at all your sensitive spots, you couldn’t help yourself but moan gently. Jeffrey moved up to your earlobe to nibble it with his mouth.

“Here’s what’s going to happen.” He whispered into your ear with his raspy and dominant voice. “You’re gonna lay down on the couch and I’m going to lick your cunt until you cum all over my tongue. After that, I’m going to fuck you hard and fill you up with my cum. Are we understood?"

"Yes Mr.Morgan” You said to him, which made him smirk slightly in satisfaction.

"Good girl" He told you as he sat down on the couch. "I want you to take off all your clothes first. Slowly. "

You did as you were told by starting to unbutton your blouse. Jeffrey was eyeing your every move and he let his hand wander down to his dick that was rock hard through his pants. Then, you got rid of your skirt, leaving you in your bra and panties. Normally, you would have been really insecure stripping down in front of someone. But, by the way Jeffrey was touching himself and looking at you like you were the sexiest thing ever, you felt really comfortable. As soon as you took your bra down, he motioned to you with his finger to come closer.

"Sit on my lap baby girl" He demanded to you and you followed his order. "Now grind on it”

You whined your hips back and forth on his thigh and Jeffrey took advantage of your proximity to massage your breasts and take your nipples in his mouth. He nibbled and tugged on them which made you even more excited and grind on him faster. The friction on your clit was getting you closer to your climax.

"That’s it Y/N. Keep grinding your pretty little pussy on my thigh. I want you dripping from your wetness.”

“Oh god! I’m gonna cum!” You cried out as you almost reached orgasm.

“No, you’re not.” He spat at you and took you off of his lap. He pinned you down on your back and laid on top of you. His eyes were filled with rage and his hand was now wrapped around your neck. "You don’t get to cum until I tell you to. Do you understand?"

"Yes”. You responded softly.

“Yes who?” He demanded and squeeze his hand on your neck, choking you gently.

"Yes Mr.Morgan.” You managed to say out of breath.

“Good girl. Now let’s see how wet you are for me” He slid down the couch and spread your legs to settle in between them. Jeffrey cupped you sex over your panties to feel your wetness. “Wow, you are dripping. Am I making you this wet?”

“Ye-Yess Mr.Morgan." You breathed out heavily as he started to rub you slowly. You rocked your hips forward following the motion of his hand.

"Don’t get too eager now baby girl, I haven’t even tasted you yet.” Jeffrey stopped rubbing you to take your panties off. He kissed down your leg slowly and when his mouth got in front of your sex, your whole body squirmed in anticipation. But he wanted to keep teasing you and kissed your inner thighs instead. When he saw that you were getting more and more excited, he licked up the length of your slit before sucking gently on your throbbing clit. You arched your back in pleasure and Jeffrey stared up at you being completely intoxicated by his oral skills. As if eating you out wasn’t enough, he pushed two fingers inside of you without warning and curled them upward to rub against your g-spot.

“Oh fuck it feels so good!!” You gasped. "Keep going!”

You grabbed both the side of the couch and Jeffrey’s hair for balance. He devoured and finger fucked you more rapidly without breaking eye contact with you. You were on the verge of cumming but remembered that you weren’t allowed unless he told you to.

"Do you need to come baby girl?” He asked you.

“Yess!” You whined out desperate.

“Beg for it.” He demanded

“Pleeeease Mr.Morgan can I come?!” You pleaded.

"Come for me right now, all over my mouth and my fingers."

"Fuckk yesss!!! You screamed out loudly and your entire body convulsed from the intensity of your orgasm. As you were coming down from it, breathless, Jeffrey moved up to kiss you so you could taste yourself. His entire mouth and beard were drenched with your cum.

“I need to fuck you right now. I need to feel that tight little cunt clench around my cock. Are you ready baby?” Jeffrey declared to you. You nodded in response and reached down to unbuckle his belt. You grabbed his dick inside his briefs and stroke it gently.

"You are so big Mr.Morgan, I wonder if I could fit you all in my mouth” You told him amazed by his size. His lips were parted and he moaned softly from your touch and your dirty talk.

"Fuck. That would feel so good” He suddenly stopped your actions and grabbed both your hands to pin them on top of your head. “But you’ll get to suck my cock another time. Right now I need to be inside of you really badly.”

Jeffrey took his member in his hand and teased the tip up and down on your entrance before penetrating fully. You took every inch of his massive cock without any time to adjust as he rammed inside of you faster and faster. His rough strokes in your cunt were hitting all the right spots and you moaned louder than you’ve ever moaned before with any other men.

"Oh fuck yesss!! Don’t stop!" You screamed.

"Your pussy is so tight around my cock! Fuck!" He grunted ou loudly. He put his hand around your neck again to choke you as you were gasping for air. "Beg for my cum!" 

"Please!! I-I want you- oh fuck!" You tried to beg but failed due to the amazing sensations and Jeffrey’s hand around your throat.

"I said: beg for my cum!" He commanded you.

"C-Can you please cum inside of me while I come around your dick Mr.Morgan?!"

“Cum right now!”

Your body twitched, your toes curled and your eyes rolled back as you came harder than before. It felt like an out of body experience and not a few seconds later, Jeffrey came too.

“Oh fuck, I’m cumming!! Take my load deep in your tight cuuunnt!!" He moaned and filled your pussy with his cum.

He let go of your hands and neck and before he collapsed on top of you, you kissed him yet again still aching for more.

“That was amazing Y/N” He told you with a grin so wide, you could see his dimples form. “Why don’t you join me in my bedroom for the night? I am not quite with you baby girl."

"Yes Mr.Morgan." You eagerly responded and returned his grin with a cheeky smile.

[rocketmanmadden]

Ich Luge Bullets

Summary- You are hanging with Jason Dean after the Heather incident, thinking the was a one time thing until he mentions Kurt and Ram, little does he know you know the truth in his lie.

A/N- sorry this is so short and it kinda sucks, it’s just something I had in mind and wrote. Apologies I haven’t posted a lot lately, I’m having a bit of a bad writers block and have been busy but I promise I’ll try to try harder!

Incase you don’t know- “ich luge” stands for “i lie”

“You’re absolutely insane” is all you can say as he pulls out a gun and begins discussing everything he can do to Kurt and Ram, who yes, they did hurt you, but it doesn’t mean you have to hurt them in such a way.

“I’m insane and you love it” JD smirks causing you to just shake your head. “This isn’t a sexual thing! You’re holding a gun right now and threatening two people we know!” You exclaim

“Did they upset you, make you cry?” He asks. “Yes” you whisper. “Can they do that anymore if we get rid of them?” He asks again. “JD! What the fuck!” You yell to which he laughs.

“Relax, relax!” He tells you, “calm down, the bullets aren’t real. They’re different” he states.

“Different how? What do you mean ‘they aren’t real’? If they aren’t real how can you hurt them with them? That makes no sense” you shake your head in confusion trying to figure this out.

“The bullets, they contain this powerful tranquilizer. The Nazis used them to fake their own suicides when the Russians invaded Berlin. We will use them to knock Kurt and Ram out long enough to make it look like a suicide pact, complete with a forged suicide note” he says in a smug tone.

“God JD, I thought Heather was just a mistake, an accident, a never again thing. It seems like you just have murder on your mind, and I’m not sure if I want to fake another suicide note again, especially considering what you want to do to them!” You say barely being able to make sense of all this.

“I told you the bullets aren’t real! They need to learn not to fuck with people and especially not you! You deserve better, and if I need to take everyone out to give you the world you deserve that’s what I’ll do!” He exclaims, aggressively putting the bullets in the gun.

“What are these magic ‘won’t actually kill them!’ bullets even called? Maybe I’ve heard of them” you say softer, not wanting to know what he’s capable of if you yell more.

“These my dear, are ich luge bullets” he picks one up off the bed and places it in your hand. “JD…” you whisper. “I guess there’s certain things you don’t know about me” you state

“No, no, I know everything, well most things about you. The big stuff, I know the big stuff. I love you, you’re my world, I’ll learn everything about you. Tell me, what don’t I know so I can be better next time?” He rambles on and you break the news.

“I speak fluent German” you say and his eyes widen, “I guess you speak fluent liar” you state.

[pedroscurls]

Title: You Are Mine

Anonymous requested: Can I request one? I'm super excited 😁😁 I want a real dirty, possessive fic of Jason Crouse, perhaps he sees a much younger man hitting on his new wife during their honeymoon? Maybe even some exhibitionism? I will love you forever (even if you don't write this 😘)

Character(s): Jason Crouse and Reader Summary: Jason reveals his jealous side. Word Count: 2,560 Warning: SMUT!!! Author’s Note: Jason Crouse is receiving all the good love with these requests! I’ve never written a possessive Jason Crouse fic, so this will be fun! Thank you to whoever requested this! I hope you enjoy! :-)

Jason wrapped his arm lazily around your bare frame, kissing along your shoulder. Since getting married and being on your honeymoon, you hadn’t realized just how much of a sex fiend Jason was. Though, you didn’t mind. Every time you had sex with him was always better than the last, which seemed impossible.

“Good morning,” you whispered, looking over at him.

Jason smiled, leaning up to look down at you. “Morning, wife.”

“You’re never going to get over that, huh?”

“Like you’d want me to anyway.” Jason chuckled, sitting up from the bed and pulling on his boxers to cover himself. He stood and looked down at you; a small smile lined his lips with admiration.

“What?” You asked, biting your lower lip.

“You’re just really beautiful.”

“Oh, what do you want?” You teased.

“Maybe some morning action,” he winked.

“Maybe later. I’m hungry.”

Jason laughed, motioning to the bathroom door. “Well, how about you get ready and we’ll go out for breakfast?”

You nodded, rolling off the bed until you stood. Jason smiled down at you and pecked your lips, his hand resting on your hip absently. “You should just walk around naked all the time.”

Rolling your eyes, you replied, “We’ll never accomplish anything if that happens, and you know it.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m freelance then, huh?” Jason grinned.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m going to get ready. I’d invite you, but I have a feeling that we’ll never leave if I do.”

“What’s wrong about that?” Jason asked.

“I’m starving, and I can get very upset when I’m hangry. You know this.”

He laughed, kissing your forehead. “Please never use the word hangry again.”

“Why? It’s a perfect word to describe me when I’m hungry, and angry.” You smiled, running your hands down his bare chest. “But fine. Whatever you say.”

“Mm, that’s right. May I remind you who you belong to and who you listen to again?” Jason smirked.

“I’m sure the marks will be enough proof,” you winked.

“I love you,” Jason whispered, pecking your lips lightly.

“I love you too. Now, let me get ready.”

After your shower, you had changed into a casual, loose navy-blue dress that reached your thighs. Once you walked out of the bedroom and into the main room of your hotel suite, Jason was sitting at the couch dressed in black jeans and a grey V-neck. He lifted his gaze to look at you and grinned, eyeing you hungrily.

“About time,” Jason teased. He stood from the couch and walked towards you. You immediately wrapped your arms around him and pecked his lips.

“I’m hungry,” you grinned.

“Yeah, so am I. Let’s go.”

Throughout the ride to the small café, Jason couldn’t keep his hands off you. So, instead, you teased him by grabbing his hand and placing it underneath your dress. His eyes widened and he turned to look at you once he stopped at a red light.

“Seriously?” he asked.

“No bra either,” you winked.

Jason growled, using his hand to run his fingertip along the length of your sex. He could feel you already dripping wet and with that, he slid two of his slender fingers inside of you. You gasped, looking over at him.

“Jason!”

“You aren’t wearing anything underneath that dress and you expect me to keep my cool? Yeah right, baby.” Jason sped his movements, but before you could reach your climax, he pulled away and lifted his slickened finger to his lips. Growling at the taste, he continued to drive and smiled to himself.

“You don’t deserve to come yet,” he winked.

“No fair.”

“Life isn’t fair,” Jason chuckled.

“I’m going to get you back. Just you wait,” you threatened.

Jason grinned, “Ooh, I’m scared.”

Once arriving to the café, Jason parked the car and climbed out to hold your door open. As he did, you turned your body to face his and lifted your dress to reveal your clean-shaven mound, licking your lips slowly as Jason looked you over.

“My god…” Jason groaned.

“Did you know that Spain allows public sex?” You teased, running your fingertips across your lips as you parted your legs. Jason’s body was covering what you were doing, but his eyes were transfixed in the way your fingers moved near your clit.

“That why you wanted to go here for our honeymoon?”

“Si… Muy bien,” you winked. You climbed out of the car and let your dress fall back into place.

Jason narrowed his eyes, shutting the car door once you were out of the car. He followed you to the entrance of the café and rested a hand on your backside, gripping it tightly. “You’re going to get it when we get back to the hotel.”

You looked up at him with feigned innocence. “You promise?”

Jason slowly grinned. “God, I love you.”

You giggled, kissing his cheek. “I love you too. Now, let’s order some food.”

After being seated and ordering your food, you excused yourself to go to the bathroom. Jason, however, took your hand and gently tugged you onto his lap for a moment. You squeaked in surprise and wrapped an arm around his neck, pecking his lips.

“What?” You asked.

“Nothing. You’re beautiful.”

You blushed, biting your lower lip. “And you’re sweet.”

“How else did I win the way to your heart?” He winked.

“Your smile,” you admitted. “Your smile won the way to my heart.”

“And here I thought it was my wonderful personality.”

“That too,” you giggled.

Jason chuckled, kissing your forehead as he allowed you to stand from his lap. He gently smacker your backside before leaning back into his seat. “Don’t take too long.”

You smiled, “Just have to freshen up.”

You didn’t take too long in the bathroom, but once you left, you were stopped halfway by another man. He looked younger than Jason, but closer to your age. He smiled down at you and when he spoke, you were taken aback by his accent and the language he spoke.

“Eres asombroso, Señorita,” he winked.

You didn’t understand Spanish too well, but that phrase in particular reminded you of the first words that Jason uttered in Spanish when you both landed in Spain. You naturally blushed and smiled politely. You didn’t know if the man wasn’t aware of your wedding ring or if he chose not to look at it; either way, you were flattered.

“Gracias,” you replied with a smile.

“Tu hablas español?”

You bit your lower lip and slowly shook your head. “I’m from America.”

His grin broadened. “Si, si! The beautiful American.” His accent was thick, but it was charming nonetheless.

“Thank you… You’re too kind.”

“And you are beautiful,” he smiled. The man took your hand and gently kissed your knuckles, taking note of your wedding ring. For a moment, his smile dropped and so did your hand. “Married?”

“On my honeymoon,” you grinned.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I did not know.”

“It’s all right. No harm, no foul, right?”

He nodded and took a step back. “Congratulations, beautiful.”

You smiled and walked away from him once he turned on his heel. Though, as you approached the table, you noticed Jason’s narrowed eyes. He looked upset, and when you tried to reach out to him, he simply shook his head.

“What was that?”

“What was what?” You asked.

“The man that was talking to you,” he replied.

“Oh, just some stranger complimenting me. It’s nothing, Jason.”

He shook his head and noticed the waiter approach their table with their food. Jason rested a hand protectively on your leg and kept it there throughout your breakfast. While you ate, you noticed how quiet he was. So, you leaned over and kissed his cheek.

“I love you,” you whispered reassuringly.

Jason didn’t respond. You sighed and watched him for a moment. He still looked a bit frustrated, but it also looked as if he was in deep thought. After breakfast, you and Jason left the café to go back to the hotel. Once inside, he shut the door and immediately fisted your hair in a tight grip.

“Jason?” You looked into his eyes and noticed how dark they were in comparison its normal color. You should have been scared, but instead, you were a bit turned on.

“You are mine,” he growled. “That man shouldn’t have been talking to you, flirting with you the way he did.”

“Jason, it was just a compliment.”

“Compliment or not, I’m going to remind you just exactly who you belong to.” He led you to the bedroom and instantly pushed you onto your abdomen. You squeaked and rested your hands on the mattress to try and push yourself up, but Jason took you by surprise when he lifted your dress to reveal your exposed backside.

“He was talking to you… He had his eyes lingering in areas that are reserved for me,” Jason said possessively, running his hand lightly on your butt before connecting it with the flesh.

You winced in pain, trying to squirm away from him but Jason used his weight to keep you still. “I belong to you… I know I do!”

“Yet, you were still talking to him.” He still had a fistful of your hair, so with his free hand, he undid the belt at his pants and quickly unbuttoned and unzipped it. He was in a rush to push his pants down and when you felt his warm length rest between the crevice of your backside, you immediately whimpered.

“Jason…” You had seen Jason’s jealous side before, but nothing like this. You didn’t know what triggered it, but you were enjoying every second of the dominance.

He gently pulled your head back, resting above you as his lips hovered near your ear. “I’m going to fuck you senseless now.” With his free hand, Jason grasped his member and slid it into your entrance in one long stroke. Your walls immediately gave way to his girth, tightening around his length in a vice.

“Jason!” You moaned loudly as your hands gripped the bedsheets of the mattress.

Jason kicked your legs apart, allowing you to open up further for him. Without hesitation, he picked up a fast pace. You felt every inch of his manhood slide within your walls and your wetness began to coat his length. He finally released the grip he had on your hair and placed both hands on your hips to give him more control.

As he thrust forward, Jason pulled you back which caused him to fill you to the hilt each time. His movements were desperate and fast; it was like he was trying to prove a point. Your moans filled the entire room along with the sound of skin slapping against one another. Jason’s groans simply turned you on even more, and when he pulled out, you whimpered impatiently.

He turned you onto your back and spread your legs as he settled between them. You grabbed the end of your dress and lifted it over your head. Jason groaned at the sight of your breasts, his hands immediately resting over them as he began massaging them into the pit of his palms.

“Who do you belong to?” Jason growled as the tip of his member brushed against your opening eagerly.

“You… Please, Jason…”

“Good.” Jason pushed his hips forward and slammed into you. His hands were focused on your breasts, his hips were canting against yours, but his eyes were solely focused on your own. He wasted no time in picking up the same pace, but the way he was looking into your eyes was enough to bring you closer and closer to your high.

You moved a hand to his cheek, bringing him down for a kiss. Jason eagerly pressed his lips against yours, feeling your lips part once you elicited a quiet moan. He slid his tongue past your lips and roughly pushed into you until his hips were pressed against your own.

You pulled away to look up at him, moving a hand down to push against his hips. It was slightly painful to feel him push against you until he couldn’t go any further, but at the same time, you enjoyed the sensation.

Jason grasped your hands and placed them above your head. He pulled his hips back to alleviate the pressure, but continued the movements in a rapid pace.

The pleasure was becoming too overwhelming and you tried to push him away with your hips, but it only brought him closer. Jason smirked, gripping your hands tightly as he watched you struggle to move away from his thrusts.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” He growled. “Let it happen, baby… Come all over my cock.”

That was it. Jason rarely liked to talk dirty, but hearing the vulgar words escape his lips was the last straw. Your walls tightened tremendously around him and you arched your back at the sudden euphoria that you felt. Your body shook and your walls were sensitive, but Jason continued to move within you.

He released your hands and cupped your cheeks, staring into your eyes. “You are mine,” he whispered huskily.

Jason’s hips moved quicker, and sloppier. You could tell that he was close. You wrapped your legs around his waist and held him against you as you rolled your hips upwards in a slow motion. He groaned, shutting his eyes as he pulled back only to thrust forward.

“Oh god…” He groaned, moving a hand to grip your hip. “I’m going to come…”

You smiled, running your fingertips down his chest. “Do it, Jason…”

He groaned and slammed into you, releasing his warm seed into your abyss. Jason remained still, but you slowly raised your hips lazily to milk every drop he had to offer. Slowly, he rolled off of you and collected you into his arms.

Gone was the jealous Jason and the charming, confident one was back. He looked down at you with soft eyes and pecked your lips.

“Was I too rough?” He asked.

“You could never be too rough. I also like your dirty talk,” you admitted.

“Really?”

“You should do it more often.”

Jason smiled, “Duly noted.”

The silence consumed the both of you, but you knew that you had to see if the man from earlier had bothered him. You cupped his cheek and turned his face to look at you.

“What?” He asked.

“Are you okay?”

Jason nodded, sighing. “I just don’t like that other guys can hit on you. You’re married now, and you’re mine.”

“No one will ever compare to you, Jason. You have nothing to worry about,” you reassured him.

“It’s not you I’m worried about…”

“Well, trust me to make the right decision.”

Jason sighed, pecking your lips lightly. “You’re just too gorgeous. I think that’s a good and bad thing for me.”

“How so?” You laughed quietly.

“Good because you’re all mine. Bad because everyone else wants you.”

“You’re silly,” you replied, shaking your head.

Jason wrapped his arms tightly around you. “I guess I just have to keep reminding you who you belong to.”

You grinned, “You know what? I think I might have forgotten.”

Jason narrowed his eyes and slowly rolled over you, settling between your legs. “Another reminder already?” He licked his lower lip. “You are mine… Don’t you forget it.”

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𓆰♥︎𓆪 First Kill Menu 𓆰♥︎𓆪

↳ Talia Burns.

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↳ Calliope “Cal” Burns.

Runaways. (☦︎︎-☹︎-☻︎) x Black Fem!Reader

Warnings; Mentions of abuse, manipulation, favoritism, etc.

Synopsis; You and Cal have had enough.

↳ Next Ep; Not Giving In. (☀︎︎-☹︎-☻︎) (coming soon!!)

warnings: violence, blood, character death.

synopsis: talia and margot set out to find you and Cal.

↳ Elinor Fairmont.

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↳ Juliette Fairmont.

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↳ Margot Fairmont.

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 Euphoria Menu 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Rue Bennet/Zendaya Coleman.

The End Of An Era. (Ep. 1) (☀︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Reader

Warnings; Sapphic BS.

Synopsis; I could feel your love fading.

↳ Leslie Bennet/Nika King.

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↳ Maddy Perez.

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↳ Lexi Howard/Maude Apatow.

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↳ Jules Vaughn.

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↳ Gia Bennet.

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↳ Faye/Chloe Cherry.

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↳ Cassie Howard.

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↳ Fezco.

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↳ Nina Rosario

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↳ Vanessa.

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↳ Usnavi De La Vega.

Ghosts Of A Lover Unknown (☦︎︎ - ☾ - ☹︎) x Latina Fem!Y/n

Warnings; very very sad usnavi, worried sonny, insomnia, hints of past life themes, if everything is in italics, it means it’s a flashback!, open ended (interpretation is up to you).

Synopsis; #3 “If our empty bedroom bothers you so much maybe try sleeping in it one day, Blank”.

Nina’s Little Sister (☦︎︎ - ☾ - ☻︎) x Afro-Latina Fem!Y/n

warnings: none. fluffy bullshit.

synopsis: 11. “d-did it hurt when heaven fell? I mean- when you…fuck. Anyway, i’m blank and that was humiliating. let’s start over”?

↳ Benny.

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↳ Sonny De La Vega.

Nose Goes. (☦︎︎ - ☾ - ☻︎) x Afro-Latina Fem!Y/n

Warnings: So sweet it gives cavities.

Synopsis; #13 “Baking Gone Wrong”.

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↳ Charlie Bradbury.

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↳ Sam Winchester.

Siri Play Hot N Cold By Katy Perry. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎-ish - ☻︎ - ✞) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings; Siren!Reader. Murderous kids, demons n shit, hungry!cas, man starved!sam, woman dehydrated!reader, basically woman sam!reader, over it!dean, needy sex, straight to the point, soft love making.

Synopsis; You and the Winchester brothers have been friends and partners for years, especially you and Sam— You’ve been their hand to hold and guide through the supernatural world since you’re apart of it. You and Sam have loved each other since forever, in secret of course. After a big blowout between the two of you, Dean is fed up and sends you both on a mission…Alone. Will years of pent up frustration and hidden love finally be revealed?

↳ Dean Winchester.

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↳ Castiel “Cas”.

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↳ Nanno.

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↳ Jason “J.D” Dean.

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↳ Vanessa Sawyer.

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↳ Heather Chandler.

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↳ Heather Mcnamara.

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↳ Heather Duke.

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↳ Harley Quinn (Harleen Quinzel)

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↳ Poison Ivy (Pamela Isley).

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↳ Catwoman (Selina Kyle).

How Familiar A Face. Selina Kyle (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ✞ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n (Aka Dré’s Birthday Fic)

Warnings: childhood friends to lovers, pup!y/n, kitty!selina, sub!y/n, dom!selina, brat/brat tamer, sexual harassment, forced orgasm, orgasm denial, overstimulation, oral, degradation, praise, dumbification, size kink, yandere themes, slight noncon/dubcon, sadism/masochism, blood kink, knife kink, pain kink, tears of…well, you be the judge, oh and fingering :)

Synopsis: selina hates playing hero but she doesn’t mind it. what happens when she has to save a familiar face from a group of men?

Confessions Of Sin. Selina Kyle (☦︎︎ - ✞ - sprinkle of - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n (aka dre’s second annual birthday fic.)

warnings: vampire!selina, hybrid!y/n (wolf/witch), g!p (selina), degradation, stalking, slight dub-con, mating, sadism, masochism, mommy kink, slight!puppy play, intercourse, slight fingering.

synopsis: she’s been watching you.

Empty Planet. Selina Kyle (☦︎︎ - ✞ - (???) - ☻︎ - ☹︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

warnings: slight religious trauma, end of the world au, grief, death, apocalypse, oral (reader!receiving), tribbing, soft dom!selina, sub!y/n, depression mentions, sweet sapphic bs.

synopsis: opposite lifestyles lead two people together in a time of crisis.

↳ Starfire (Koriand’r).

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↳ Raven.

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So, I will start writing again, and I'll probably make up my mind about posting something that I've written on my own and out of my pure imagination. But, if you want to send in any request feel free to do it

I only write fluff or angst, I do not write smut

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Characters I write for

Harry Potter Universe - Harry Potter - Ron Weasley - Ginny Weasley - Fred Weasley - George Weasley - Hermione Granger - Neville Longbottom - Bill Weasley - Percy Weasley - Charlie Weasley - Lee Jordan - Dean Thomas - Seamus Finnigan - Luna Lovegood - Cho Chang - Cedric Diggory - Draco Malfoy - Blaise Zabini - Theodore Nott - Pansy Parkinson - Lily Evans - James Potter - Sirius Black - Remus Lupin - Peter Pettigrew - Marlene Mckinnon - Mary Macdonald - Dorcas Meadowes - Regulus Black - Evan Rosier

Percy Jackson Universe - Percy Jackson - Annabeth Chase - Nico di Angelo* - Will Solace* - Grover Underwood - Clarisse La Rue - Travis Stoll - Connor Stoll - Leo Valdez - Jason Grace - Frank Zhang - Hazel Levesque - Piper Mclean - Reyna Arellano** - Thalia Grace** (*) I only write x male!reader or platonic relationships (**) Only platonic If you want to ask me if I write for a character that you think I have forgotten, feel free to ask