#jackoconnell

[cuntbitchandthebottlemen]

📍still at the restaurant

[imasinnerforsure]

his hands ۶ৎ

[hakonslupin]

I can’t get over his claws..

[visceravulture]

he needs to pose like this more

[bluesycatharsis]

oh i just know the fanfics about mr. national guard are gonna be crazyyyy

[solthia-x]

JACK O’CONNELL CRUMBS FROM BEHIND THE SCENES OF A QUIET PLACE III

Damn my man, I’m ready to see him in cargo pants.

[iamyourdailydoseofbi]

Cook trying to flirt with a shy/awkward reader? Also, I love how you write cook!!

flirting..

Letting out a soft snort as JJ has to take a deep breath in, you nod your head along with his ramblings, fingers playing with the loose papers stuck into your notebook. Three weeks now, you have been hanging out with JJ outside of your usual Maths class. The teacher had just started teaching standard deviation and it had quickly become the bane of both of your existence. No calculators were allowed, only the long and dreadful formula. The worst. Slowing down your pace as you slowly get closer to your locker, he bumps into your side accidentally, making you flinch. 

“So, it’s this big battle, right? Lasers blazing! Pew! Pew! Pew!” He mimics shooting lasers with his hands, “Then, BOOM! The thing explodes and he’s still got his sunglasses on!”

“Mm-hm.” 

“Wicked innit?” He smiles, “And the movie wasn’t even over! That was just the first ten minutes.”

“Did it play that song? The one on the radio?” You question, having a faint memory about it.

“Nah, they had to tape over it with some generic one. Couldn't even afford the rights to it, you know?” He shrugs, “You would've liked it.”

Shrugging your shoulders softly at his words, you suck on the inside of your cheek, pausing as you reach your locker. Tensing up at the sight of Cook leaning against it, you play with the corner of your notebook, squirming around. Your mind reels, stuck with being uncomfortable with James fucking Cook leaning against your locker and needing to get to your next class. James Cook, the bloke that flashed his cock on the first day of school. James Cook, who had zero shame. He was blocking your locker, forcing you to confront him so that you could get to your locker. Fuck.

Turning to JJ for some help in removing Cook from your locker, he’s already gone off, leaving you stranded. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Mustering up your courage, you take a step towards your locker, your eyes focused on the scuffed up floors of the hallway like it was some kind of mosaic art piece on display. You could feel his eyes on you, looking you up and down. Taking a sharp breath in through your nose, you force yourself to look him in the eye, pretending like you were just talking to JJ or one of your other friends. You could do this. You could do this.

“Cook.” You try, wincing at the awkwardness.

“Oh, hello there, beautiful." He grins, puckering his lips into what you think is supposed to be a seductive smolder. “Lookin’ good today.”

“You’re in front of my locker.” You point out, eyeing it intently.

“Am I?” He raises a brow, chuckling in amusement.

“You are, Cook.” You nod softly, “I..I need you to move, please.”

A tense silence fills the air, and it makes you wince internally. Was he going to yell at you now? You had seen him yell at people for worse. Licking at his bottom lip for a beat, he begrudgingly kicks himself off your locker, rolling onto the locker beside it. Cringing as he stares at you head on, you avoid eye contact with him, taking a sharp breath through your nose. Just grab your stuff and leave. Fumbling around with the lock, you pull your locker up wide, trying to use the door to block him out. Placing a hand on your locker door, he pushes it half close, forcing you to still look at him.

“You’ve been spending a lot of time with JJ.” He comments, making you furrow your brows.

“I am. You noticed?” 

“Hard not to.” He argues, as if it was the most casual thing ever.

“Is it?” You raise a brow, “Not even my friends have really noticed that.”

“Yeah, well, it needs to stop.” He cuts you off, his voice firm like he was your Da.

“I beg your pardon?” You sputter, taken off guard by his words.

Rolling his eyes hard as if you weren’t understanding him, you open your mouth up to argue, before stopping yourself. Closing your mouth, you blink dumbly as you try to process his words, still not understanding. Why would you have to stop hanging out with JJ? What did that have to do with him? Turning your head away, you stuff your notebook into your locker, grabbing the sketchbook for your arts class. Pushing the door open a little more, he pushes it half-shut again, refusing to let you cower away from him. God, why wouldn't he just go away?

“Yeah, you need to stop, he’s gonna start getting ideas.” He shrugs, shaking his head.

“Ideas?” You scoff, flushing a bright pink in embarrassment at the accusations.

“Think you’re interested in him and stuff.”  

“And that affects you how?” You raise a brow, closing the locker.

“Makes it worse when I flirt with you.” He states, as if it was the most casual thing ever.

“Flirt with me?” You pause, your grip tightening on the lock.

“Uh, yeah, you haven't noticed?” He scoffs, shaking his head offended.

“You don’t even look at me, Cook.” You argue, “I don’t even think that you’ve spoken to me until now. How is that flirting?”

“Been doing that staring from a distance thing, you said you wanted that, like in the movies.” He nods, “Just stop hanging with him, it makes flirting harder.”

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[lulaaaaaaw]

my masterlist

walter ”lion” kaminski x male!reader

word count: 1,548

HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY @brandoncreative ‼️ i watched jungleland last night and i gotta say.. i was FUMING at sky… i was SO FUCKING JEALOUS I HATE THAT FUCKING BITCH‼️😡👹 ALSO this is my first time writing a cis male!reader pls be kind idk how dicks work😭

synopsis: you’re watching a boxing match live. after the match you go for a drink at your motel bar. what you don’t expect to find is the boxer who won the match.

WARNINGS‼️: anal, anal fingering, oral on m (reader giving), handjob (reader receiving), kissing, dirty talk, rimming (reader receiving), cum-eating, aftercare

race/appearance neutral reader!

divider credit: @uzmacchiato

song:

blood, sweat. you’ve never seen a boxing match before. your friend convinced you that it was the most amazing thing ever. in all honesty, you’re not really enjoying it. you’re just kind of looking forward to getting a drink.

and your dream comes true after the match is over. you’re sat at the motel bar, alone. your friend left with some guy. it’s fine, really. you’re okay by yourself.

you’re sipping your drink, already thinking about next week. groceries, bills, studies. what a drag. you wish you could just forget about everything for a while. do something crazy.

then you see him.

he sits right next to you at the bar.

lion kaminski, the boxer who won the match.

he’s bruised and bloody, in all honesty he looks like shit.

and yet, you find yourself intrigued by him. it’s not everyday you sit next to a winning boxer.

”hey-”, you start, hoping to say something smart. but the ”hey” is the only thing that comes out of your mouth.

”hey”, he answers.

”i- i saw your match”, you say.

lion chuckles. ”oh yeah? was it everything you hoped for?” he asks. he’s being sarcastic, at least that’s how you interpret it.

”it was my first”, you admit.

”oh? well i hope you enjoyed that shit show”, he says.

”to be honest, i hated it”, you say with a smirk.

lion starts laughing. ”so fuckin’ blunt”, he says, sipping his beer. ”my brother would beat you up for that”, he adds.

”just being honest”, you say.

”honest guy, huh..”, lion murmurs. ”well since we’re bein’ so honest, i think you secretly liked it”, he says with a grin.

”no way!” you answer.

”nah, i think you liked seein’ me beat up that fucker”, lion says.

”maybe because it was you”, you say. you instantly regret your words. he’s a fucking boxer, he could beat you up if you made him uncomfortable.

but lion just chuckles. he looks at you and gives you a shy smile.

”y’know, my brother’s not here”, he says. ”he went with some girl.. i’m sharing my room with him but…”, he whispers the last part.

you raise an eyebrow. ”oh, okay?” you say. it takes you a while to realize what he’s saying.

”oh!” you exhale.

lion smirks.

”i don’t know.. i don’t really do stuff like that”, you say.

”liar”, lion says. ”i know you want to”, he adds.

he stands up and starts walking to the elevator.

you finish your drink and follow him.

the elevator ride is tortuously quiet. you’re counting seconds when lion gently takes your hand in his. not squeezing, just holding.

as you arrive at his room lion sits on the couch, putting his legs up.

you sit on the bed, awkwardly looking around.

”you gonna come here or what?” lion asks.

you freeze for a while. then you stand, sitting next to him on the couch.

lion studies your face for a while.

then he kisses you.

not too rough, not too gentle either. possessive.

his tongue pushes past your teeth, and you let it happen. you eagerly respond to the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck.

your cock was already hard, but now you can really feel it pushing against your jeans. you desperately want to release it.

it’s like lion can read your thoughts, since he starts gently unzipping your jeans.

your cock sprung free now, lion staring at it. he puts his lips on yours again, while moving his hand on your hard cock.

he plays with the tip for a while, sending a warm sensation to your lower stomach.

then he starts giving it soft pumps, moving from the shift up.

you moan against his lips, trembling.

”shh, baby”, lion coos. ”you like that?” he whispers.

you nod.

”use your words”, he murmurs.

”i- i like it”, you say. ”i like it, lion”, you quickly add.

lion lets out a satisfied chuckle and keeps moving his hand up and down on your cock.

you’re letting out soft moans against his lips.

he starts going faster. wet, obscene smacks fill the room from his hand meeting with your cock, already leaking precum.

you’re trembling from the sensation, already feeling yourself about to cum.

lion keeps kissing you, his spit mixing with yours.

”come for me, baby”, he whispers.

and you do. your whole body shakes as you come on his hand, spurts of warm cum spilling out.

lion licks his fingers. then he leans in on your cock, putting it inside his mouth, cleaning you up.

after he’s done he gently kisses your cheek.

you can see how hard he is through his sweatpants.

”can i-”, you say, reaching for his crotch.

”go ahead”, lion says softly.

you pull down his sweatpants. you’re surprised to see how big he is. it’s long and thick, the tip flushed and already leaking precum.

you give it a few pumps. lion leans his head on the couch, moaning.

you get on your knees in between his thighs and lick his tip. then you slowly take it, just the tip, inside your mouth.

”stop teasin’, baby”, lion whimpers.

you chuckle and take his cock all the way, gagging on it slightly.

you start moving your mouth around his cock with a steady rhythm, not stopping to take breaks.

”oh fuck- oh fuck”, lion moans. he gently grabs your head, not to push it deeper, but just to pet your hair.

you taste precum already, you swallow everything.

lion is trembling, moaning, making you even more turned on and determined to make him cum.

you play with his balls as you suck on him, making him whimper.

his cock reaches your throat again and again, making you gag a bit, but you manage to breathe through it.

you feel his cock twitching inside your mouth, he’s close.

”oh fuck- fuckfuckfuck, i’m gonna-”, lion whimpers.

he grabs your head, making you stop. you taste his salty cum on your tongue. you swallow without hesitation.

lion pants for a while, as you kiss on his thigh.

then he gets up, sitting on the bed. ”c’mere”, he says.

you obey, sitting next to him on the bed. lion makes you lie down and takes you into his arms, kissing the back of your head.

you just cuddle in silence for a while, then you feel lion’s cock hardening against your ass.

he shifts, getting on his knees on the bed.

”on all fours”, he says.

you obey, arching your back for him.

lion pulls down your jeans just enough to gain access.

he puts his finger inside his mouth, then he gently rubs it on your asshole.

you mewl from anticipation.

”greedy”, lion murmurs.

he slowly pushes his finger inside your hole. you let out a moan.

he starts pumping his finger in and out of your hole, making you tremble.

your cock is rock-hard again.

”looks like you’re ready to go”, lion says, withdrawing his finger from your asshole.

he spreads your hole with his hands and spits on it.

then he spits on his hand, giving his cock some pumps.

then he starts pushing in.

you mewl as the tip enters, opening you up.

”so tight”, lion murmurs.

he pushes in deeper and bottoms out, making you cry out.

”jus’ breathe, baby”, lion coos.

he starts thrusting, slow and steady at first.

his cock hits your prostate and you mewl, smushing your face against the pillow.

”that feel good?” lion asks.

”yes!” you moan.

he picks up his pace a bit, slamming inside you, his balls hitting your ass every time he thrusts inside.

your legs are shaking, your cock is already leaking precum.

”what a slut, lettin’ me use you like this”, lion teases you.

”say it”, he says. ”say you’re my dirty slut”, he adds.

”i’m- i’m your dirty slut, lion!” you mewl.

”good boy”, lion says with a grin.

his cock is throbbing inside you, precum leaking inside. your walls clench around his length as he fucks you.

”fuck, you’re squeezin’ me”, lion murmurs. ”i can’t hold it in much longer-”, he breathes, starting to go faster.

wet, brutal smacks fill the motel room as he pounds you. he’s panting behind you, sweat forming on his forehead.

his fingers dig into your soft skin as he holds your hips, surely bruising.

”fuck, i’m gonna-”, he groans.

and he does. thick, warm spurts of cum pour inside your hole.

he pulls out, his cum leaking on the bed.

then he leans in on your hole, slowly licking through the mess he made.

he starts cleaning you up, his tongue going inside your hole. he’s swallowing his own cum.

when he’s done he takes you into his arms, laying down on the bed with you.

he gently kisses the back of your head.

”was that good for you?” he asks.

you nod. ”yeah”, you say softly.

lion smiles and kisses your temple.

”it was good for me too”, he says.

you cuddle in silence, lion giving you soft kisses. then he breaks the silence.

”can i get your number?” he asks.

you chuckle. ”yeah, you can”, you say.

”i’ll take you out on a real date”, lion says.

”i’d like that”, you answer.

you fall asleep in his arms.