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🖤 Dilf!Billy Loomis x Dilf!Stu Macher x AFAB reader (Stepcest)

Here it is cuties, part two (part one) <33 The thirst for dilf!Billy and Stu is intense with this one. Hope y'all enjoy ;)

Important: The image of the dress is only to show what I described in the fic. It's not intended to set a specific body type for the reader.

Tag list: @toxicanonymity @lyl1pad @elmoispookie

Warnings: Stepfather!Billy Loomis, age gap (middle aged Billy and Stu. Reader in their 20s,) AFAB reader (they/them used,) predetermined outfit, cheating, alcohol consumption, weed use, fingering, p in v, oral (both receiving, masturbation, rough sex, unprotected sex, daddy kink, lots of teasing, revised: January'25

Word count: 2.1k

After two weeks of nearly getting caught fucking your stepfather on your mothers bed you thought it would serve as a lesson and it totally wasn't.

You hadn’t gotten the chance to have sex with Billy again but that didn’t stop you from brushing your hand over his crotch whenever you walked past him, and it sure didn’t stop him from hugging you from behind and giving your tits a few squeezes while you cooked before your mother walked in the kitchen. Also, why would you waste an opportunity to makeout with him on the couch during movie night while your mother was in the bathroom? You were playing with fire. Getting caught was a stone's throw away but neither of you cared..

The third week after your little adventure you found yourself annoyed as you set up the whole house for a work party your mother was hosting. It was her boss's birthday and since she’s the manager and employee with the biggest house it was basically a default that most activities happened at your place.

That’s also how you met Stu Macher…

It was around the time Billy and your mother started living together. There was a small get together out by the pool and you were inside serving yourself a much needed glass of wine. As you poured the drink Stu walked in to get himself a beer from the mini fridge.

You made brief eye contact with the man and didn’t make much of it until he walked over to the kitchen counter to grab a red solo cup.

“Aren’t you too young to be drinking?” he asked you jokingly, but you could tell it was more than a casual comment.

“I’m legal if that’s what you’re asking” you answered, sassy as ever.

Stu found your little attitude amusing and held the conversation a bit longer than intended.

“You’re a feisty one, huh?” he countered and chuckled.

You couldn’t help but smirk. The dimple that his smile revealed, his natural flirtiness and his goddamn height was a mixture that excited and peaked your interest.

“And that seems to interest you” you continued and he leaned against the counter.

“You caught me there” Stu said and took a swing of his beer.

“Aren’t you supposed to be outside with your work buddies?” you asked before taking a sip of your wine. The cool and tart taste soothed your body.

“To be honest with you, I’d rather be at my house but y’know, gotta pretend that I like these people to keep a good appearance at work” he answered and you nodded.

“Cheers to that” you said and clicked your glass with his beer bottle.

“You wanna get out of here?” Stu asked jokingly and hell, you would’ve said yes in a heartbeat if he was dead serious about it.

“Why would I leave with a stranger?” you flirted and he smiled wide, those goddamn dimples on full display again.

“It’s Stu. Stu Macher” he said and looked out to the backyard as someone calling him.

“See you around, Stu” you closed the conversation and walked past him towards your room.

The man stared as you walked all the way to the hallway, raking his eyes all over your body. He would’ve taken you right then and there had it been another situation, and you sure as hell would’ve given in without hesitating. You even had a wet dream that same night about him fucking you on top of that kitchen counter…

As you arranged the bottles of liquor on that same counter, you remembered that moment and bit your lip at the memory. You even got wet at the thought and it enhanced as you felt Billy wrap his strong arms around your middle.

“I better not catch you drinking any of that tonight” he whispered in your ear and you pressed your ass against his crotch.

“Why? Am I getting in trouble if I do, Daddy?” you asked innocently and the man hissed.

“You’re getting fucked tonight if you keep teasing me like this” Billy replied while squeezing your waist.

“Can’t wait” you said and pushed your back against his chest, enough to move him and give you space to escape his grasp and walk to the backyard.

•

It was 11pm and everyone was tipsy enough to talk freely and be loud. You would be cooped up in your room having a solo smoking sesh if you didn't have entertainment. Two men to play around with. Billy and Stu, to be exact.

You decided to wear something provocative enough to get both of their attention throughout the night. A silk, olive green dress with thin straps and lower back cut.

You decided to go braless as well, your buds visible in an almost classy way. Underwear was out of the question too, easy access was your fun little secret. Even if you didn't get your way with any of the men of interest, at least you could fuck yourself with your favorite toy without the hassle of taking your clothes off.

Outside, you were leaning against the rail of the porch, just enough for your dress to hike up below your ass cheeks. A glass of wine in one hand and a vape in the other. You had a nice buzz coursing through your body and the cool air felt like a wave washing over you.

“Mind if I join?”

Behind you Stu was standing closer than expected. His button shirt had the sleeves rolled up and you couldn't help but look at his strong arms.

“Not at all” you answered, voice soft and inviting.

The man smirked and stood next to you; “Nicotine?” he asked, pointing at your vape.

You chuckled and shook your head no, “Weed. Want a hit?” you offered, which you rarely did but this was a special occasion.

“Sure,” he answered and took a hit from the device, releasing the smoke slowly.

You bit your lip at the sight, it looked hotter than it should've and you were already starting to grow wet between your legs. His proximity was enough to do so, but that sight really did it for you.

Little did you know, Billy was observing you from inside the house pretending to be involved in a conversation between 3 people. You caught his eyes and thought it would be fun to get him a little jealous and rile him up a bit.

As you made small talk with Stu, you got touchy with him on purpose as well as purposely bubbly and flirty, giggling and laughing loud enough for Billy to hear.

“You have the cutest laugh” Stu pointed out and you blushed, covering your mouth while you gasped, hitting his arm playfully.

“Having a good time?” Billy approached Stu and placed his hand on his friend's shoulder, squeezing tightly.

Stu glared at him subtly before catching your stare. Both men were scanning your body, looking from head to toe shamelessly.

“A great time now that you joined us,” you said boldly and he chuckled.

Stu took note of your flirtiness, confirming what Billy shared about you two earlier that night…

“Wait, on your wife's bed?” Stu asked, laughing. Definitely interested in the whole situation.

“Yeah, that little cunt is to die for. Nearly ended up knocking them up.” Billy continued, a smirk plastered on his face.

“Damn, I'd do anything to get a piece of that.” Stu said while staring at you from a distance. Billy enjoyed the view as well and he definitely had to fuck you that night or else he'd go insane.

“We could tag team for sure. A little more alcohol and weed will do the trick.” Billy confirmed and the men were both set on fucking your brains out…

Which is exactly what happened.

You don't know how you ended up in your room with your stepfather and his best friend, but there you were, on your bed straddling Billy's lap, making out furiously while he groped your ass.

Stu was sitting on your office chair enjoying the view of your now hiked up dress. Booty on full display for him.

You moaned into Billy's mouth as you started to grind against his clothes cock, desperate to have him inside you.

“Fuck, you look so good for us.” Stu said while unbuttoning his jeans, his hard cock finally being released from being trapped in his pants. Of course he didn't wear underwear.

You shook your ass to tease him and Billy spanked you. A warning from his part.

“You save that little attitude for me” he said and you smirked, loving how possessive your stepdad behaved with you.

“I was just playing around, Daddy” you teased further and he pushed you off his lap, pinning you against the bed, his large hand reaching between your legs.

Billy used his middle and ring finger to rub your clit in circular motions. Ring finger decorated with its rightful marriage ring, of course. A sinful display.

He collected your slick from your entrance, dipping his fingers just enough before sliding them back up to your clit.

You were sensitive at the start of the night, but after the alcohol, weed, the teasing… fuck, you could cum just by Billy rubbing your most sensitive spot between your legs. He was borderline torturing you with his slow, methodical movements between your legs.

You ended up grinding against his fingers, trying to feel them deeper inside you but the man wasn't going to please you. No. He needed you to be desperate for him, and that you were.

Finally breaking, you grabbed Billy's hand and pushed his fingers inside you. The long, pathetic, whiny moan you released made both Billy and Stus cocks twitch. Your cute noises affected them the same way and that did it for the man above you. He turned you around and unbuckled his belt quickly, followed by the zipper. He didn't bother to lower his pants much and released his cock enough to bury himself inside your cunt. You were soaked and the stretch felt incredibly good, especially when he bottomed out.

Thank Gods he positioned you on all fours because Stu was right in front of you. He was pumping his cock at the same speed Billy thrust inside you. He imagined how good your cunt must feel around his 8 incher, and you shared the same thought.

“You're such a slut” Billy grunted and pushed your head against the mattress, “Fucking your stepfather again and letting his friend join?” he continued and this time he pulled your hair back, your head facing forward to meet Stus gaze once again, “Pathetic” Billy finished and you bit your lip before sticking your tongue out for Stu. You needed to feel him inside you too and the man understood your message clearly. He walked towards you, cock in hand and rested the tip on your tongue. You purposely drooled and felt him harden further at the sight. You knew exactly what you were doing and he did too.

In a second Stu slid his cock inside your mouth and thrust in unison with Billy. You were stuffed and it felt incredible from both ends. Your eyes rolled back on their own as you felt your orgasm building. You needed to cum and that night you sure as hell didn't want Billy to pull out, so you made sure you squeezed him good when you came.

Reaching under your pillow, you pulled out the vibrator you were using the night prior and placed it on your clit, hitting the perfect spot and combining both pleasure points. The way you squeezed Billy's cock while you were reaching your high made it impossible for him to hold back.

“Fuck baby, keep that up and I'll fill you up real good,” Billy moaned and you whined around Stus cock. The vibration of your voice nearly pushing him over the edge.

After a few more minutes you came around your stepfather's cock, moaning around Stus cock again as he came inside your mouth. You swallowed as much as you could, the rest dripping all over your bed.

Finally, Billy came and he didn't care about pulling out, much to your liking. He thrust hard enough for the skin on skin contact to echo around the room as he filled you up with his seed, both of you moaning and groaning non stop.

When he pulled out his cum dripped out of your cunt and he spread your thighs to get a good look, chuckling at the sight

•

“You're leaving?” You asked Stu, pouting.

“My wife is waiting for me, don't wanna get home too late.” He said while buckling his belt.

When the man looked up, Billy was crawling between your legs ready to clean his mess with his skilled tongue. Stu chuckled while fixing his hair with his large hands.

“Don't have too much fun without me” he said.

“Get out” Billy said, half serious, half playful before licking a stripe along your slit.

Stu was already getting hard and had to hide his half boner before walking out of your room.

[comfort-character-central-deact]

Imagine your f/o stroking your cheek/face with their thumb, their eyes lit up like the most beautiful constellation of stars in the sky. And it's all because of you.

[comfort-character-central-deact]

Imagine being loved by your f/o- Wait, THAT'S RIGHT! You don't need to, because you already are! I'm so happy for you! Your f/o must be so lucky to have someone like you!! Congrats, friend!! And all it took was being yourself, that's even more wonderful!! I hope you and your f/o have a great day!!

[ofnifflersandkings]

An Afternoon Well Spent

“Greetings and salutations.”

You opened your front door to reveal Jason Dean standing on your porch, holding a bouquet of sunflowers in his hands.

“Oh, hello.” You said, remembering that your mother said he was coming by today to hang out with you. She insisted you could do with the social interaction and that Jason Dean and you would get along well.

He looked down at the flowers before handing them out to you. “My dad may or may not have mentioned that your mom and you share the same favorite flower, so I thought you’d both enjoy these.”

“Well thank you,” You told him, taking them from his grasp and opening the door more for him. “Won’t you come in?”

Jason smiled at you. “I think I’ll take you up on that offer,” He said, stepping inside as you closed the door behind him. “Quite the place you got here.”

“Hmm? Oh, thank you.” You said to him, turning to see him looking around your living room, apparently scanning the photographs that were lining the walls.

You moved into the kitchen, setting the sunflowers down to fetch a vase from the cupboards.

“You don’t talk very much do you?”

The sudden volume of his voice made you jump, almost sending the glass vase shattering to the ground. You whirled around only to come face to face with Jason, who was now hovering over you.

“Yes, so I’ve been told,” You answered, moving around him to place the flowers in the water. “I’m afriad I’m not much of a people person.”

Jason raised an eyebrow at you, following you around the kitchen. “I could say the same for myself, there’s a certain subset of people I’d rather not talk to.”

You placed your hands in your pockets as you shifted uncomfortably. “I could show you around the house, if you’d like?”

Jason made a sweeping motion with his hand. “Lead the way.”

•

So you did, showing him all the rooms downstairs and a small overview of the basement. You tried to keep a good bit of distance between the two of you, but everytime you blinked he seemed to be pressed right up to your shoulder.

To be honest you had no idea what to do with him, he didn’t seem like the ‘grab a book and read to classic music’ sort of fellow, you rarely had people over to hang out with, and the ones that did were close and intimate friends.

“Have you read all these books?” Jason asked as he walked up to one of the bookcases that lined the one wall of the basement.

“Um, most of them, yes.” You answered, your hands were slightly pulling onto the ends of your cardigan.

“Really? That’s a lot of words,” He said with a smile, his hand flipping through one of the thicker. “Which one’s your favorite?”

“Look,” You said with a heavy huff as your grip tightened. “I know your only here because our parents are making you hang out with me,” You explained as your eyes remainded trained on your hands. “But you really don’t have to pretend to care about what I’m interested in,” You laughed bitterly. “Hell, you can leave if you want to, I can always just tell my mom you were here.”

Jason looked at you for a good couple of seconds before putting the book away and moving to sit on the end of the arm of the sofa infront of you. “Hey, it’s not like that,” He said, titling his head fowards so he could look at you. “I mean my dad doesn’t really care what I do, he didn’t make me come over.”

Your gaze snapped to him. “Well then what did you come for?”

Jason shrugged and gave you that charming smile again. “Cause I wanted to hang out with you.”

Still trapped in your own denial you laughed again. “So what? Is my mom like paying you or something?” You asked as you started to fidget again. “Certainly wouldn’t be the first time.”

“Wait what?” Jason asked, lightly pulling on your hands before you tore a hole into the knitted material. “Come on, I dont think you’re that bad.”

You looked at him and offered a weak smile. “I told you, I’m not a people person. I’m usually a bit boring to hang around after so long, so I just stopped briging others over.”

“Well luckily for you, I happen to get along with all kinds of people,” He said, still holding onto your hands. “And I for one, don’t mind if you spend the next four hours going on about the books you like to read.”

You looked at him before smiling. “You don’t mean that.”

“Oh but I do!” He said, tilted his head to give you a funny expression. “I take great joy in listening to the things others are passionate about, it’s a great way to get to know a person.”

“Well…,” You trailed off, gaze going back to the bookshelves. “There is this one book,” You dropped his hands to locate it on the shelf, brushing your hand over the cover before giving it to him.

“Pride & Prejudice,” He read aloud, opening to the first couple of pages. “A classic literature sort of girl then?”

You nodded enthusiastically. “People sometimes think I’m just trying to be pretentious whenever I read them or talk about them. But they really are good reads.”

Jason smiled before looking up at you. “Didn’t peg you as the flittery romance type.”

“Oh no,” You said, shaking your head as you took the book from him, holding it close to you. “This is a lot more than that. It’s a story about how to people come to grow fond of one another, it’s not the usual love at first sight sort of thing, the two characters grow a lot over the course of the story, and in the end they find solace in one another and live happily,” You finished, looking over at Jason before feeling a rush of embarrassment flow over you.

“I rambled didn’t I?” You said with a laugh before setting the book to the side.

“See that’s what I was talking about,” He said, giving you a bright grin. “Unadulterated passion over something you love, it’s great!” He took the book from where it was sitting. “If you like it so much maybe I should give it a read?”

“You can, but I don’t think it’s the sort of thing you’d enjoy,” You told him, before getting an idea. “But you might like this one instead,”

You returned to his side and presented him with the book. “Just a feeling I had.”

“The Count of Monte Cristo, eh?” He asked, giving it a look over. “What’s it about?”

“I’ll let you figure that out.”

Jason smiled. “Alright, I’ll trust the expert on this one.”

•

“Again, sorry if I wasn’t the best of company.” You told him as you walked him to the door.

“Are you kidding? I mean really, today was great!” He rejected as he stepped out of the opened door. “You’re really more interesting than you give yourself credit for, and hey,” Jason said as held up his book. “Now I have something to look forward to.”

“Well I hope you enjoy it.”

“Maybe I could stop by again later this week? Tell you what I think?” He asked, giving you a smile.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” You returned his smile and then sighed. “I hope you have a good day, Jason.”

“J.D” He corrected.

“Sorry?”

“My friends call me J.D,” He told you, giving you a wink before he walked down your porch, waving once before he hopped on his bike and sped away.

•

A/n: This was like, really bad so I’m sorry about that, I don’t really know how to write well for characters like J.D, so I’m sorry if this is really awkward but I did my best :,)

[ofnifflersandkings]

Title: Harmonize Character: Jason Dean A/n: This one was requested so i hope the anon likes it! I tried to build tension but i might have totally failed, buT anYwaY enjoy!

•

It was a total and complete surprise to everyone, including you sometimes, that you and Jason Dean got along so famously. Both of your personalities couldn’t be farther away from each on the spectrum.

J.D was infamously known for being a very intense person, who preferred to be more aloof and cool, maybe with the occasional sadistic tendency, but that’s beside the point.

You, on the other hand, were calm and an absolute delight to be around. You fell more on the reserved side, preferring the company of books and paintings over that of people. But it didn’t take long for anyone who was introduced to you to become enchanted by your personality.

J.D was no exception.

The pair of you met when you had been tasked with showing him around the high school, taking him to all of his classes and answering any questions he had.

“And this here is the library,” You said, stopping at the doors and letting him look inside.

“Something tells me you come here a lot.” J.D said, leaning against the door.

“Oh?” You asked, resisting the urge to push up your glasses that were slowly descending down the bridge of your nose.

You refused to adjust them in front of him, not wanting to prove his point.

“What makes you think so?”

The corner of J.D’s mouth curled up into a crooked smile as he took in the sight of your cardigan and the way your arms always seemed to wrap around yourself. He also noticed how your shoulder bag sunk into your shoulder, and deducted you had several books inside it.

J.D pushed himself off the door and sauntered up to you, he slightly ducked down and pushed your glasses up for you. “I’m pretty good at reading people.”

You looked up at him with wide eyes before you awkwardly turned around so he couldn’t see how pink your face probably had become. “I’ll take your next class then.” You said over your shoulder as you zoomed away.

•~•

A week later, you didn’t run into J.D much, apart from the classes you were in where his desk was right behind yours, so he spent most of the free time talking your ear off about whatever topic was swimming through his subconscious.

But outside of that, you roamed the hall with your friends from English club and kept to yourself most of the time.

Today, during lunch, you decided to browse the librarty instead. The nice librarian who had become a close friend let you know some new books had been shipped in over the weekend, and said you were among the first to find out.

Your finger trailed along the endless rows of book spines as you half-heartedly looked through them all. You had more than enough stuff to start reading, but you just enjoyed to be surrounded by books.

It made you happy.

One book had caught your attention, and you were flipping through its pages when you felt someone peering over your shoulder.

You turned with a start, sighing when you realized it was just J.D.

Then you noticed he was standing very close to you, one arm pressed against the shelf at the side of your face so you were essentially trapped against him.

“Knew I’d find you here,” J.D said as his hand reached out to take the book from you. His eyes scanned the page you were on before giving it back to you. “Guess I got you right.”

“Did you need something? Are you lost again?” You asked, trying really hard to not notice how dreamy his eyes looked in the lighting, or the stupid, dark strands of hair that had fallen of place on his forehead.

J.D shook his head. “Just wanted to see you.”

“Well hello.” You said with a nervous laugh, mentally starting to scream when your glasses started falling down your nose again.

You really needed a new pair.

“Hello.” J.D said with a smile, his face getting closer as his free hand reached up to put your glasses back into place again.

Except this time, he didn’t stop there.

He brought his hand to the curve where your jaw met your ear and placed a kiss right on the corner of your lips while his eyes remained on yours.

“See you later.” J.D said suddenly, giving you a wink before he left the shelves.

You had to take a moment to will the room to stop spinning while you tried to sort through your emotions.

Quickly shoving the book back into the row it belonged you left the library.

•~•

“I like your new glasses.” J.D said as he took a seat next to you on the library sofa, he was practically pressed against you while his one hand came to rest behind you.

“Thank you,” You said, subconsciously reaching up to touch the frames. “Lots of people seem to think so too.“

“Really? What sort of people?” J.D asked while he leaned closer to you. “Anyone I’d know?”

All your thoughts and words went out the window as the end of his nose pressed against yours. “I-I don’t think so, mostly the girls from my English Lit class.”

J.D hummed, slightly pulling back so he could brush the hair behind your ear. “Well that’s good, I thought I’d have to get jealous for a second.”

“Jealous?” You asked, now looking at him. “What for?”

J.D laughed, leaning down and placing a kiss along your jawline. “A charmingly sweet girl like yourself? Who’s crazy intelligent no less?” He asked, meeting your gaze again. “I think I’d have good reason.”

You hummed in understanding, your gaze sort of darted all over his face. “Oh, okay.” You said, all the thoughts in your head turning into static.

He smiled again, bringing his face up again and towards you.

J.D’s lips stopped a little ways from yours, noticing whenever you didn’t pull away he gently kissed you.

And then again.

And a third time.

Each one lasting longer than the previous one.

You only pulled away when he started to softly tug on your hair, trying to bring you closer. “Alrighty, well, I gotta go!” You said, jumping out of your seat, almost forgetting to grab your bag in your hurry.

J.D watched you leave the library with flushed cheeks and tousled hair, the back of his hand came up to his lips as he started to smile.

it takes two opposites to harmonize

[fandom-imagines-stories]

Tick Tick Tick

Jason ‘J.D.’ Dean x Reader

Words: 2552

Part One of Two

Summary: After killing your perverted ex boyfriend, you finally learn to accept the dark feelings inside you. J.D. copes with real feelings as you pull him out of the numbnesses of his life. 

Notes: This imagine is not for the faint of heart guys. It’s gonna be dark and the reader is not going to be a good person. Murder is going to be depicted as an accepted part of her life and she is going to like it. Both parts of this imagine will be dark and bloody. I mean, it’s J.D. from Heathers. That’s the point. So please please please, if you are uncomfortable, just skip this. It won’t be for everybody.

Warnings: Murder (duh), sex (not smut, but definitly more than I’ve ever done before), language, the whole shabang. 

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He was dead. Holy shit, he was actually dead. As far as the rest of the town was concerned, Tommy killed himself with a handgun. He’d rather die than spend a single day in prison for molestation and child porn- all of course he ‘admitted’ in his suicide note. Half of his brain was splatter against the concrete outside the football stadium. The other half covered your face. 

You could honestly say that you hadn’t expected to kill your ex boyfriend. But you couldn’t exactly say that you regretted it. Hell, you couldn’t get the grin off your face. You looked at your reflection in the bathroom mirror. Ew. You looked like shit. Not only were you covered in blood, sweat matted your hair down from running through the parking lot. You’d also have a bruise from where Tommy slapped you, but you didn’t care. He’d never touch you again. He’d never touch anybody again. You had to bite your lip to keep your smile from growing even more, tasting just a tiny bit of blood on your tongue. 

You stripped out of your clothes that you would probably be burning later and stepped into the shower. You turned the heat up until it was scalding. You listened to the water thunder against your skull, massaging the brain matter out of your hair. You didn’t hear the creaking bathroom door open or the click of it closing again. With your eyes closed, you didn’t see the shadow of the figure lurking on the other side of the curtain. You didn’t open them until you heard the curtain being pushed to the side. 

You felt your heart start to pound. His green eyes scanned you hungrily as he stepped into the shower, his t-shirt quickly adhering to his chest. Your breathing hitched, his finger tracing your jawline while his other hand snaked behind your back. You pushed down the nervous feelings stirring in your stomach and lifted your chin to confidently meet his gaze. J.D. smirked. 

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[finnvoides]

Stolen bag, stolen heart.

Pairing: Jason Dean x reader

Word count: 447 words

Warnings: none

Summary: while in a hurry, you accidentally steal a cute guy’s bag.

Fandom: Heathers (1989)

Type: fluff (?)

Authors note: first fanfic on my new account, WHOOO!!!!! Hope y’all enjoy!

“I’m so sorry, I should’ve looked where I was going.” You didn’t look at the person you bumped into, but it wasn’t hard to guess by his long black trench coat. You hadn’t even talked to him properly, this was technically your first time interacting with him. That didn’t mean you hadn’t noticed him though. Jason Dean was not that sore on the eye.

Both of yours bags had fallen onto the ground. Without giving it a second thought you quickly grabbed a bag and ran for to your class. You were already late and being late for class always resulted in a long talk about why being on time is one of the most important things as a human. You yelled another ‘sorry’ over your shoulder as you ran, making eye contact with Jason.

Before JD could react you were gone. His eyes followed your person as it entered the classroom, before he looked at the bag on the floor, noticing it wasn’t familiar. He groaned and crouched down to grab it, even though he had a free hour, he wasn’t keen on barging in a class to get his bag back.

As you entered the class you felt a difference in the weight you were carrying. You looked down and noticed that you weren’t carrying your own bag and let out a frustrated sigh. As you were about to turn around to find the owner again, you heard the teacher clear her throat. This really wasn’t great timing.

The class went by very slowly, but when it was finally over you almost ran out of there.

You quickly went towards the cafeteria looking for the guy in the trenchcoat, knowing he would want his bag back just like you wanted yours, when you heard footsteps coming from behind you, You turned around and kept your gaze focused on the bag in your hands.

“You’ve got my bag-“

“I know, I’m sorry! I should’ve just ran back towards you but the teacher didn’t allow me and-“

You were cut off with a soft chuckle, you looked at him in confusion.

“You know, you’ve said sorry more times then we’ve talked. You say that a lot don’t ya?” He said, you could hear the grin radiating from his sentence. Blushing from embarrassment you finally looked up at him, His blue-Green eyes meeting yours. “I feel it a lot.” You said with small smile.

“Well you should, you bump into me, steal my bag” he says, his grin turning into a smug smirk, “and I don’t even get to know your name.” You look at him, smile, and properly introduce yourself.

“A stunning name, for a captivating person.”

[idyllux]

hellloooooo!!!

hope youre doing well:) can i request a jd x fem reader with body dysmorphia or anorexia? mine is getting rly bad but if you are triggered by this dont worry about it!!

tysm and love ya;)

hello yes, it's not triggering for me at all! i was actually thinking about this like a month or two ago! i hope you get better, if you need to talk my inbox is open!

"I Just Want to Help." "What If I Don't Want Help?" (J.D. x G.N!Reader)

summary; j.d. notices everything, especially when it comes to you. imagine his surprise when he catches on to your eating disorder warnings; eating disorder, body dysmorphia, swearing, talk of mental help and illness, not wanting to be better word count; 1.6k

2nd person

You had expressed to J.D. how you wanted to lose some weight and he encouraged you, but he also made sure you were comfortable. He wanted you to know you were perfect no matter what, because you were. He would tell you, “If you want to lose a few pounds that’s fine, you’re beautiful no matter what.” and he would kiss you, he would hold you close.

Now, J.D. is a very observant guy, especially when it comes to you. He was obsessed with you. So when you were skipping meals, he noticed pretty quickly. Of course he did.

He also saw the way you looked at yourself whenever faced with a mirror, or seeing a photo of the two of you, or anything that had to do with looking at yourself. He noticed how you’d cross your arms to cover your stomach, how you would close your thumb and pinky around your wrist, and lift your thighs slightly off whatever you were sitting on. He noticed you started exercising excessively and all the colour had drained from your skin. He noticed how you seemed to have forgotten important things, how you always looked lightheaded, how you were pulling out clumps of your own hair. He noticed how you would never let him touch you anymore, like the thought of his touch disgusted you. You acted like you were allergic to food, you’d drink at least 10 glasses of water a day.

Everything small or large, he noticed!

There was one mirror in your room and it had been flipped around to face the wall. When he asked you about it, you said you didn’t notice and he left it at that even though he knew you were lying.

J.D. was concerned. You, his partner, the person he loved the most, was practically killing themselves over something so small?

At least that’s how it was in his eyes. It wasn’t small to you, no not at all. It took over your whole life. You wanted to look like the girls in the magazines, or the popular girls at your school. You envied them, you hated them, you were angry that they got to eat whatever they want and they would stay under 105 pounds.

It all felt so unfair, what made you so different? Why did you have to deal with the humiliation of wanting to buy a bag of candy and feel like others were watching you in contempt and disgust?

You wanted to tell your boyfriend, you loved him and you wanted him to help but you were so ashamed. You didn’t want anyone to notice, you didn’t want to be a bother. Yet at the same time, you had prayed that J.D. would find out and help you get better.

You hated how exhausted this made you, you felt your thoughts contradict themselves all the time. You wanted to be healthy, to be better, but at the same time, you didn’t feel sick enough. You wanted to be worse. It didn’t start out like this, you didn’t intend to stop eating all over, it started with skipping some dinners, then breakfasts, then using the excuse of not having enough money to pay for lunch. J.D. would offer you money, saying it wasn't too expensive but you declined every single time.

After some time, you were repulsed at the thought of food, looking at it made you nauseous. Yet, seeing other, thinner people, eating made you jealous.

He couldn’t just tell you to eat, no that wouldn’t work. So he did the next best thing, he guilted you into eating. The next time you came over to his place, he had made sure he made a bunch of things to eat. Sure, it was a little manipulative, but it was the best he could think of doing.

“I made food for us.” He told you, holding a pot of baked macaroni and cheese.

“Oh, I’m not really that hungry. Thank you though Honey.” You sighed, you had done so well, you were doing perfect actually, you didn’t need all this. You just wanted to finish your homework and sleep.

“Not hungry? You haven’t eaten all day.” He pointed out to you, making you nervous. Had he really noticed?

“Yeah well…” You were going to give an excuse but J.D. quickly cut you off.

“Do you not like my cooking? Is it that? Is it not good enough for you? You’d rather starve than eat anything made by me?” He pestered, trying to be as frustrating and guilt-inducing as possible.

“No, no of course not!” You try to reassure him, he didn’t need the reassurance though. This was going exactly how he wanted it to.

“Well it really seems like it right now, can you at least try it?” He slides you a plate and a fork.

You sighed, giving in. If it made J.D. happy, you’d do it.

So that continued for a few weeks. Every few days you’d go to J.D. 's house, he’d cook something for the two of you and if you declined, he’d guilt you into eating it. You were starting to get a little upset that he kept doing that, you eventually realised that he was guilting you into this, so you confronted him about it.

“J.D., why do you keep guilting me into eating the food you cook?” You confront him, after he does the same routine to you this evening. He sighed and put the dish of leftover stuffing and turkey from Thanksgiving on the table.

“Because you’re making me feel like you don’t like what I make for you.” He excused, putting on a subtle frown, but enough for you to notice.

“No, that’s not it. What’s the actual reason?” You cut through his bullshit and stare at him with your arms crossed and a sour expression.

“You don’t fucking eat, [Name]. If I’m not giving you food, you don’t eat. That isn’t healthy!”

“Yeah, well neither is having a slushy every other day!” You counter, how were you supposed to take advice from him of all people?

“You can’t starve yourself, you’ve collapsed with me like 3 times in the past month! God knows how many times you do when I’m not with you!” He says, exasperated.

You were silent, stunned even. You didn’t know what to say, and you didn’t want to affirm his reasoning. He was never like this though, he never outwardly expressed his concerns for you, even though you knew he still cared.

“I’m not even gonna try that ‘Do it for me.’ bullshit because I know it’s not going to do anything. If anything, do it for yourself! You’re sick. You’re destroying your metabolism. If anything, not eating is going to do the opposite of what you want!”

You stayed silent for a moment. You were both silent, until he started to speak again.

“I get you’re insecure, my love, but you’re not handling this the right way. You’re not being healthy.” He tries to reason with you, trying to understand that you’re probably also not in a good mental state at the moment.

“Since when did you care about being healthy? Last time I checked, you destroy everything around you, including yourself. So why do I have to take health advice from you?” You pushed an accusatory finger to his chest.

J.D. was getting a little frustrated with your excuses, he didn’t want you to stay like this. It was bad for the both of you and now it was causing you guys to fight.

“Because,” He let out a frustrated sigh, he held his face in his hands and ran them up through his hair. “I hate seeing you like this! You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen and you’re shrivelling up your body to meet these unrealistic standards! You might never have the body of a model, and guess what [Name]? That’s okay!”

“No, it’s not okay, it’s unfair!”

“What’s unfair is what you’re doing to yourself. You won’t even let me touch you, I want to worship you and you’re pushing me away…”

“Why?” You give up on the yelling match, you needed to give in because you knew J.D. He’d keep this going until you couldn’t talk.

He sighed and a small smirk found its way on his face. He was happy you were finally giving in.

“Because I love you, darling. You helped me, so I’m trying to help you. You’re the only one I can trust and I want you to trust me too.” His hand lightly grazes your left shoulder, he looks at you for the ‘Okay’ to touch you.

You nodded slowly and his small smirk turned into a wide smile. He instantly wrapped you in his arms, he kissed your temple and held you so your back was pressed against his chest. J.D. was relieved that you would finally let him touch you again, and even better, you were enjoying it.

“I do trust you.” You let your eyes close on you as you lean into J.D. He pressed a few kisses to your neck and you sighed as you felt his breath against it.

“What can I do to help you? You tell me.”

“I don’t know…” You admitted, you didn’t know what to do about this.

“How about we start with talking about this, okay?”

“Okay.”

[hugs4jd]

JD with a corruption kink

before meeting him you were fairly innocent

sure you’ve had a boyfriend or two but you’ve never lose your virginity

or even kissed someone

but that all changed when JD came around.

he didn’t realize he was your first kiss until after he kissed you and you were just dumbfounded

“what is it, y/n?”

after you explained it was your first kiss he was overjoyed

the idea of him being the one to help you (or make you) slowly lose your innocence was precious for him

one time you two were sitting on his bed and he got a hard on

i mean, he’s a teenage boy, what do you expect?

“get on your knees.”

“what??”

“would you rather give me a handjob? come on, darling~”

“i don’t… um-“

“i’ll teach you”

he’d guide your hand, teaching you exactly what he likes. He would love seeing your innocent face look up at him to make sure your doing a good job

he would give you extra praise anytime he teaches you something new

“good job, my love~ your such a quick learner”

i know i said this before but if you have big doe eyes OH MY GOD he would be obsessed

he especially loves when you look up at him from your knees, that’s his favorite

he’d always be gentle at first, like when you first lose your virginity to him

“it’s alright, darling~ i’ll take it slow… your doing so good”

he’s not always gentle, sometimes he can’t resist himself and will love to see you crumble under him, crying at his touch

he would convince you it’s normal for him to be so rough, you don’t have any past experience so he must be right

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Kinktober Day 11: Public sex (Jason Dean x Reader)

Yes, this is a late kinktober one shot

Warnings: Pain, spanking, sex car.

It had been his third murder so far. He was driving without going anywhere in particular; both of them just wanted to relax and not raise suspicions.

But the adrenaline kept going. His heart was still beating strongly, so he decided to park his car in a secluded area. You looked at him confused.

“Get out.” He ordered you without waiting for your answer.

He was already outside. You rush to follow his order. He looks at you with desire, completely at ease with your behavior. It was what he had always wanted. A person crazy about him and mostly obedient, willing to follow his plans to satisfy his own pleasure. That made him tied to you, completely attached.

He needed to expel what was left of the adrenaline in you.

He took you by the waist and lifted you onto the hood of the car. His kiss was demanding, hard, and fierce. He kissed your neck possessively; his marks were to keep others away; it was a way to leave evidence that you belonged to him. His bites caused exactly the pain you needed. The pain you needed to feel like you were alive. He pulled your hair, squeezed your neck tightly, and left involuntary bruises every time he decided to touch you. In a rush, he slid his cock inside you once you were ready for him. You were on the edge of the hood, feeling his length hit you mercilessly.

You didn't even care if a car passed by and saw you in that state. Jason squeezed your neck again; the goal was to make it more painful for you because he knew you liked it. You were looking for passion and adrenaline. You were crazy about him because he was able to give it to you. His other hand squeezed your thigh, grabbing the flesh and enjoying the touch.

Your shameless screams excited him even more. He simply growled, completely claiming control.

While you closed your eyes and enjoyed all the sensations that he inflicted on you, he took you down from the hood in a violent movement, and with the help of his two hands on your shoulders, he turned you around and pushed you onto the cover of the car, and you let out a cry. moan of pain when you feel the blow on your face and body.

He held you in position by holding your head with his hand, you didn't resist. You never did. You were eager to please him and experience how he also pleased you.

He slid inside you again, keeping his other hand on your ass. His thrusts were relentless. But it still wasn't enough, it wasn't enough pain. Not for him or for you. He spanked you, guiltlessly hitting your ass until it was red. Your moans only motivated him more, using more force both to hold you and to hit you.

His hand grabbed your ass, squeezing it as if he wanted to keep it for himself forever.

He took out all his frustrations and adrenaline in his thrusts, feeling his body preparing to release. Your screams, your sweat, and your pleasure. All created to drive him crazy.

He growled much louder when he cum inside you.

You smiled, he liked the dynamic as much as you did.

[poltoreveur]

I can’t fix him but I could fuck him.

[grimdark-dungeon]

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[greelin]

crazy how you can be hanging on by a thread for like four months. Or your entire life

[metamorphesque]

"First Light", Viggo Mortensen

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