Damsel in Defense
Jacks x Reader
Warnings: smut, violence (on your part lol, you throw hands for Jacks), dry humping, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (please be safe this is fictional!), not proofread
Summary: Another Fate tries to convince you to make a deal with them by trying to turn you against Jacks… you don’t take it very well and Jacks overhears the whole thing
A/n: The other Fate is unnamed with they/them pronouns so you can pick who you want to throw hands with hahaha
You had found out about Aurora and all of the horrible things the Valors swept under the rug, so against your better judgement you wrote a letter to Scarlett Dragna and now she was here with Julian, Donatella, and Dante. A selfish part of you was happy Jacks didn’t come with you to meet Scarlett because you did not want to sit through watching Jacks make eyes at Donatella. You knew the truth, Aurora had cursed Jacks only to be able to kiss someone who could never love him, but that didn’t mean he didn’t feel something for her that was simply unreciprocated, and that hurt. Jacks wasn’t yours, but he sure felt like it and you didn’t have the energy to be pretend you weren’t hurting while watching him live someone who wasn’t you. You knew you could break Jacks’s curse with an act of true love which you assumed was a kiss, but your heart ached knowing he might fall right at Donatella’s feet after that. Maybe she would love him if he wasn’t cursed.
You didn’t look at Donatella the whole meeting. You had nothing against her, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from comparing yourself to every little detail about her. When the meeting finally ended, you made an excuse to quickly leave. You barely got out of the room when a hand wrapped around your wrist and another went over your mouth. A Fate. You bit their hand as hard as you could and they yelped.
“You bit me!” They exclaimed in pure disbelief, “You have been around Jacks too long.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t you?” They said showing you the final broken heart scar on your wrist. “I can strike you a better deal.”
“I’m good.”
“You’re wasting your time with Jacks. He only serves himself. He’s a monster.”
“The only monster is you.” You spat.
“You have no idea who Jacks is. I do. He doesn’t love you and even if he does it won’t end well because you aren’t his true love. Do you know what happened to the first girl he loved?”
“Yes. He killed her. I know. I know more than you think, I know more than Jacks even knows.”
“I don’t know what you think you know about Jacks, but this only ends in death or heartbreak for you,” the Fate said grabbing your jaw roughly and turning your head back to the room you left to force you to look at Donatella. She was beautiful with long blonde curls. She laughed and held onto Dante’s arm and looked like the definition of perfect with a clear rebellious side. You could see why Jacks wanted her. “She is his true love. His heart beats for her, not you. You will never be her. When you cease to be useful he will stop making you feel special and he will kill you or break your heart for her and she doesn’t even want him. Jacks doesn’t deserve a happily ever after anyway. Come with me and—“
You had heard enough and tore your face from the Fate’s grip and planted your fist in their jaw.
“You have no idea about what Jacks has been through and what he deserves. I don’t care if he rips my heart out of my chest himself as long as I know I did what I could to help him. Everyone has given up on him and I won’t. I don’t know who the hell you think I am, but I’m not the fucking one to mess with. Say another word about Jacks and I will cut your tongue out of your mouth. True love isn’t always kissing someone and living happily ever after, it’s doing everything in your power to make them safe and happy even if it isn’t with you… even if it hurts you. I love Jacks even if he doesn’t want me. Even if he wants to break my heart and try for Donatella’s I will never stop trying to break his curse and I will not be another person in his life to leave him and betray him. Find another person stupid enough to strike a deal with you.”
“I warned you—“
“No, I warned you, asshole.”
You dove at the Fate and began punching as hard as you could. It was all a blur, but soon enough you were being pulled away. Strong and cold arms wrapped around your waist and you kept flailing and trying to punch.
“Let go of me!” You yelled along with a string of obscenities as you tried to break free.
You soon realized your capturer was Jacks. The scent of apples filled your senses as he tossed you over his shoulder. You struggled a little less, his presence automatically calming you, but you were still not happy.
“Let me go, I’m going to kill them!”
“Would you stop flailing and let me save you?” Jacks muttered. He wanted desperately to grin and let you go, you were yelling other obscenities and this was the first time Jacks had seen you act like… well, him. He knew you could have probably won that fight and he was interested in seeing you do so, but he wasn’t going to chance it when he knew you were fighting on his behalf.
“Save me? I had them! I’m not a damsel in distress!”
Jacks didn’t respond and you eventually realized wiggling out of his grip wasn’t going to happen so you finally stopped fighting him and he took you from being tossed over his shoulder like a flour sack to carrying you bridal style.
“I hate you.” You grumbled.
“I find that hard to believe.” Jacks said.
“I do.” You insisted as he climbed into his carriage with you in tow.
He set you down across from him and raised an eyebrow as you sat with your arms crossed like a toddler being taken home from the park prematurely. Your hair stuck up, a piece of your dress was ripped, and your knuckles were covered in the Fate’s blood. You looked rough, but Jacks thought he had never seen you so beautiful. You looked stunning in that black dress you had loved so much, but every girl had a slightly risqué black dress, every girl didn’t fight a Fate to defend him from mildly offensive words. That black dress that still laid on your floor in your room from the last event had nothing on how you looked to Jacks right now. He had been fighting his feelings for you (poorly) for a long time.
“I didn’t need saving. You guys are ageless now, not immortal.” You insisted.
“I know. But that doesn’t mean we aren’t skilled in a fight.”
“I had them pinned to the floor and they hadn’t even gotten a single blow in.”
“Doesn’t matter.” Jacks said, moving on to a third apple, “You could’ve gotten hurt. You shouldn’t have risked that.”
“You don’t even know why. I could’ve been defending myself against an attack!”
“But you weren’t, I heard you.”
You immediately blushed. “How much?”
“I was listening when you were talking to Scarlett. I wanted to make sure everything went smoothly and I figured other fates would be lurking around a meeting like that. I heard everything.”
You immediately looked away, “Jacks I—“
The carriage was big enough to seat six people, but it wasn’t quite tall enough for Jacks to fully stand, so when he stood, he leaned over and rested his knee on the carriage seat between your legs and put a hand on either side of your shoulders. You swallowed hard and avoided his gaze.
“Look at me.” Jacks said.
You listened and wished you hadn’t. Jacks’s icy blue eyes were dark now and he was angry, but you couldn’t get your mind off of his knee and how it moved with every bump the carriage hit.
“You probably shouldn’t stand while the carriage is moving.” You whispered.
Jacks ignored you and your heart was practically beating out of your heart with all of the emotions flooding you: want, need, fear, embarrassment, and a few you couldn’t quite label.
“No one has ever shown me the loyalty you’ve shown me. Everyone I’ve ever loved has left me or died. No one has ever thrown themselves at a Fate and threatened to cut out their tongue. No one has ever seen me as anything more than a monster.”
You couldn’t listen anymore, “Jacks,” you pleaded, “Aurora was the one to curse you. She cursed you to love someone who could never love you back. Your heart started beating when Donatella fell for Dante. She can’t break your curse. Aurora didn’t account for someone who truly loved you finding a loophole. I love you Jacks and I know I’ll never be Donatella, but I don’t care. You can turn this carriage right around and go back for her, but let me fix your heart.”
Before Jacks could even respond, you pulled him by the unbuttoned collar into a kiss. You had never felt a kiss like this. You hoped like hell you were right and the sparks you felt weren’t his curse killing you. The kiss was so intoxicating that you now knew why people said his kiss was worth dying for. You finally pulled away and Jacks had bloody tears running down his face.
“I’m alive.” You said quietly. Jacks didn’t move or say a word, he seemed to focus on your beating heart, “You’re free. You can have anyone, Jacks.”
Jacks finally moved, but in one swift movement he had his arms around your waist and lifted you so he could sit where you had been sitting and pulled you to sit on his lap with his arms resting on your waist. Your back pressed against his chest and he put his chin on your shoulder. His curls brushed your cheek as he leaned into you and pulled you impossibly closer.
“Jacks, please.” You said, voice cracking.
“Please what?”
“Stop this.”
“You told me to sit down… unless you’ve changed your mind and you want me to fall because I’m a fool standing in a moving carriage.”
“Jacks, please. I told you I didn’t care if you broke my heart, but could you at least go for a clean break instead of shattering it to bits?”
“Have I given you the impression that I want to break it at all?”
“You wanted to use the stones to go back and—“
“I wanted to use the stones to go back when I thought it would save you from me. You wouldn’t know me and you wouldn’t be in danger. You’re not the only one who was willing to do something you didn’t really want to do for love. I love you y/n l/n. I thought my only way of truly keeping you safe was letting you go, and now that I know it’s not, I’m never letting go.” Jacks said, brushing your hair out of the way and kissing your neck, “I heard what that Fate told you,” Jacks said taking your chin in his hand to turn your head to the side so your foreheads touched. The position was awkward, but he seemed to be staring into your soul, “you proved you know me better. Now tell me. Do you think I’m going anywhere?” Jacks tightened his grip on you to make it clear that if he were planning on going anywhere, you were coming with him. You didn’t respond and instead relaxed into his grip. “Tell me.” Jacks repeated.
“No?”
“That sounded like a question, love.” Jacks said, nipping at your neck, “There is no question. Not now that I can finally have what I want. Now, tell me, do you think I want to be anywhere else but right here?”
“No.” You murmured.
“You’re all I want, I just wouldn’t let myself have you.”
“Then have me.” You said. Jacks groaned and let his head fall back against the seat. “If you want to that is.” You said quickly.
“Love,” Jacks said pulling you closer to him by your hips. You could feel the bulge in his pants against your ass as he pressed your hips down, “if I ever tell you no, that isn’t me. I will never not want you.”
Jacks picked you up again just to turn you around so you faced him and straddled his lap. He mostly did it to kiss you properly again, but you thought he also just wanted an excuse to keep manhandling you now that you were his to hold or he would’ve sat you this way to begin with.
With your knees on either side of his legs, your dress rode up and he pushed it up more so your skirts rested around your waist. Only the thin fabric of your lace panties separated you from his pants instead of the layers of your gown that now pooled around your waist revealing the barely there red fabric. He grinned at the sight of you like this, you two had been in enough compromising situations because of his wandering hands, but never like this. Never knowing he didn’t have to stop himself before he kissed you. You steadied yourself by holding onto his shoulders and gasped when the carriage hit a bump in the road. Jacks just grinned and kissed you. He kissed you as if his life mission was to memorize your lips and mouth to be able to paint a picture from memory. Every bump of the carriage sent his hips into yours, and you were pretty sure some of it was purposeful, but he seemed in no rush to do anything but make sure your lips would be swollen for days. You had no idea where his carriage was going or how long the ride would be, but he was acting like he would keep the carriage going in circles for days if he had to just to get his fill of you. Jacks’s hands slid from where they rested on your hips to your ass. He didn’t seem happy with how much material from your skirts bunched there so after a while of blindly feeling through your skirts because he refused to stop kissing you long enough to look, he managed to get his hands under your skirts to rest on the bare skin of your ass and run his fingers across the lace that barely covered anything. His hands were cold and he squeezed your warm flesh hard making you gasp into his mouth. Jacks just laughed against your lips and did it again. This time, you responded by rolling your hips forward and he stifled a groan.
“Fuck,” Jacks moaned, pushing your hips down again and pressing his chest to yours so you could feel his heart racing in his chest and cock straining against his pants, “feel that? Do you feel what you do to me?” Jacks rasped.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said, feigning innocence.
Jacks’s eyes darkened and he moved his hands back to yours hips and hooked his fingers underneath the waistband of your panties, “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
You gasped as Jacks narrowed his eyes and tore the lace and brought the torn remnants from under your skirts. He smirked when he saw them and you blushed. They were red lace, but the lace pattern happened to be apple blossoms.
“Apple blossoms? I almost feel bad for ripping them. I’ll just have to get you ten more pairs.” Jacks said, tucking them in his shirt pocket before tearing his shirt off and tossing it to the side.
“You do know clothes don’t have to be ripped.” You laughed.
“Now where is the fun in that?” Jacks asked as he let his hands wander beneath your skirts again. You were now bare against his pants and his chest was bare against you. He pressed his chest against yours again and bucked his hips into yours as he pressed your hips down to meet his thrust, “Feel it now, love?”
“I think you might have to demonstrate again.”
Jacks’s eyes darkened with lust and he bucked his hips into yours again. His leather pants were quickly getting slick with your arousal, and you rutted your hips into his as he guided you. He met your moans with kisses and some of his own moans.
“Oh, fuck, Jacks.” You whined, digging your nails into his shoulders.
“Are you going to cum, my love?” Jacks asked, voice getting huskier with his own arousal. You nodded in response and he took your bottom lip between his teeth and met you with rough thrusts of his hips. The leather of his pants against your clit felt like heaven and the tightening feeling in your belly began to feel close to snapping. “That’s it, good girl,” Jacks said between kisses to your swollen lips, “I’m all yours, rub that pretty little clit of yours on my lap. I want to hear your pretty noises.”
You buried your face in his neck and screamed out his name as the pressure finally burst. Jacks kept bucking his hips into yours even as your legs became numb. Jacks filled your senses with the feeling of him hard against you and the smell of your dripping cunt and apples filling the carriage. You almost didn’t register the praises coming from Jacks’s lips. Finally, Jacks stopped moving beneath you and just held you close to him as his fingertips ran up and down your spine through the dress you wore. You peeled your head from where it rested on his shoulder to look up at him. Lust still filled his eyes and the evidence still strained against his pants, but he also looked at you with pure adoration like you were his entire world just sat on his lap.
You looked down and blushed at the mess you made of his pants and his look turned to cockiness. “I pity the human or fate who thinks they have a chance with you… or me for that matter when you make my pants look like this.” Jacks hadn’t finished though, so you began to squirm out of his lap and got on your knees between his legs on the floor of the carriage. Jacks frowned, “Although I won’t deny it, I love the view, but not now.” Jacks said. You blushed, afraid you read the situation wrong, and Jacks took your chin in his hand, “You can have your way with me when we get home and I won’t deny you a single thing, but let me be selfish for now. We can stop right now, but if you keep this up, I’m going to cum, and I would prefer your lips to be on mine when I do.”
You nodded and sat on your heels as you wordlessly unlaced your dress and pulled it over your head. Jacks held his breath when he saw the matching lace bra you wore beneath the dress. You didn’t break eye contact with him as you unclipped it and tossed it right at his face. Jacks groaned and carelessly tossed the garment aside to keep his eyes glued on you. Your knees hurt from sitting on them as the carriage went over bumps and Jacks nearly whimpered as your tits bounced with the bumps too.
“Fuck.” Jacks groaned as he quickly discarded his pants, “Get back up here.”
You gladly straddled him again and kissed him roughly. His cock leaked precum and was pressed between his stomach and yours. He slowly tried to create friction as he kissed you and rubbed his cock against you. You couldn’t help but look down and gasp a little at his size. “Jacks,” you murmured. You reached your hand between you two to touch him, but your fingers lingered on his abdomen. He was huge. “C—can I?”
Jacks guided your hand to his cock and twitched when you wrapped it around the base. “Don’t see why you can’t touch what belongs to you, love.” Jacks said with a grin.
“Jacks, you’re never going to fit.” You whispered.
“Oh love,” Jacks whispered, “I was made for you, but we’ll go slow and we can stop whenever you want. Yeah?”
You pumped your hand up and down, twisting a little here and there as you nodded making Jacks practically turn to putty in your grip. You lifted your hips and Jacks helped guide you to where you lined his cock up with your entrance. Slowly, you sunk down, both of you moaning loudly as you inched down. The stretch was almost too much and you sunk your teeth into Jacks’s shoulder. The guttural moan he let out from the mix of pain and pleasure was almost inhuman. Finally, you slid the rest of the way down until you were fully seated in his lap again. You weren’t even moving, but you panted and ran your hands up and down his chest.
“Doing such a good job,” Jacks praised, kissing your ear, “that’s my girl. See how well you take me?” Jacks laced his fingers through yours and kissed you passionately as he waited for you to be ready to move.
Finally, when the stretch felt more comfortable, you started to notice the perfect amount of pressure his cock was offering and began to slowly rock your hips into his. Jacks choked out some moans and held your hips tightly. Slowly, torturously slowly, you began to rise back up and sink down again. Your cunt squeezed him perfectly and Jacks really was convinced that your cunt had been made to perfectly fit his cock and your soul was made to perfectly fit his heart. As you picked up speed, Jacks had to actively fight to not cum on the spot and you weren’t making that an easy task. Your cunt was still soaked and sensitive from your last orgasm, your tits bounced in front of his face, and when you weren’t making those sinful noises, you said his name like how he imagined a prayer should sound. He heard a lot of prayers in his church, but had one sounded like this, he probably would’ve given the person anything they asked for without a catch. Jacks knew that if you asked him to do literally anything right now he would agree instantly without a second or even first thought. You were so far gone with pleasure you didn’t even notice the way he looked at you like you hung the moon and every star. The feeling of his cock hitting the most sensitive spots deep inside of you had you only focused on riding him harder. Your legs were starting to give out though and Jacks could tell. He didn’t hesitate to grab your hips and guide you to meet his cock thrusting up into you. Your eyes wandered to where his cock kept disappearing into you and your mouth hung open as you watched.
“You like that?” Jacks asked, giving you an extra deep thrust, “You like watching my cock split your cunt open?” Without pulling out, Jacks moved one hand to your back and pushed you to lay across the long bench style seat of the carriage so he was on top and lifted your hips up slightly before continuing to thrust into you at this new angle. “Can you see better now?” He pulled almost all of the way out before slamming his hips back into yours and you were definitely transfixed on his cock disappearing inside of you. “Look how well you take me, good girl.”
You moaned his name and tangled your fingers in his blonde curls. You tugged his hair to bring his face to yours and he practically growled at you. You kissed him hungrily, making up for every single time you desperately wanted to kiss him but couldn’t. He happily obliged and with a particularly hard thrust, he took advantage of your gasp and pushed his tongue into your mouth. No words passed between you two because you both refused to end the kiss, but Jacks knew you were getting close, he could feel it by how your cunt squeezed his cock and pulled him in. Jacks reached between you to find your clit with his thumb and the quick tight circles brought you closer and closer to your second climax. The pressure finally snapped and Jacks wasn’t far behind you. The kiss you still refused to break was really just your lips touching as you both moaned out each other’s names.
With one final thrust, Jacks made sure his cum was buried deep inside of you, “I’m yours.”
“And I’m yours.” You said, giving a quick peck to his swollen lips, “But all this because of a fight?” You said, laughing softly.
“All this especially because of that fight.”
“Y’know they say nothing strengthens a bond more than a common enemy.”
“Who says that?” Jacks asked.
“Someone I’m sure.” You shrugged, “but next time you better let me finish what I started. I won’t forgive you so easily.”
“Won’t you?” Jacks smirked, biting at your neck, “And how many fates do you plan on fighting?”
“I won’t forgive you,” you said trying to hide how your breath clearly hitched, “and as many as it takes to send a message.”
“My love, I think LaLa may stab me for corrupting you.” Jacks said, grinning widely.
“I think she may stab both of us if she finds out what we just did.” You laughed.
“Well, might as well do it again if I’m going to get stabbed for it.” Jacks said kissing up your neck again.