#j x reader

V : .....

N : .....

[N and V exchange looks with each other]

Flashback

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[WDY/N struggle slightly as J's tail wraps around his wrists, tying them together]

[J turns around to stare at him. She stops when she sees him slightly jolts because of the sudden tightening from her tail and immediately walks up to him]

[J's instantly holds onto his hands, gently caressing the wrists]

J : Too tight?

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Flashback ends

V : And that was an hour ago... Yesterday he literally pet your head and you just let him

NOTE: SMUT. MINORS DNI. BLOWJOB 🍆

J is a man of service, and that service extends to you as well ... fully and wholeheartedly.

But sometimes, even he deserves a good time, right? Not when he’s being dragged around by every inconvenience the city faces. Every time he’s called upon for duty…

So today, it’s your duty to let him relax and let yourself take the reins.

And who is J to complain when you look so pretty down there?

The room is sufficiently cool, yet somehow J still feels unbearably hot. His cock rests deep inside your mouth as you bob your head up and down along his length. Your eyes shimmer slightly… though nothing compares to the look on J’s face. His lips part soundlessly as his precum spills into your mouth, dribbling down your chin while you take him as deep as possible, his cock lodged in your throat while your tongue swirls around him.

His shirt is still on, though he’s unbuttoned all but the last two buttons to let some air in. You were making him feel too good, his breaths shaky as you kept sucking his cock. One of his hands remained tangled in your hair, a fistful clenched tightly whenever you tried to act mean and bite down on him. You nearly gagged once when he yanked your hair back, but the biting only worsened after that, his stomach churning at the mix of pain and pleasure flooding through his lower half.

Slowly, you pull your mouth off him to catch your breath. J almost yanks your face right back against his crotch. Instead, you slap his balls lightly for making you work overtime. If he wanted this to last longer, he needed to give you a break.

“How desperate,” you tease, wiping the precum from your lips before smearing it across his chest with your fingertip.

God, his chest looked sexy with the way he was panting. He really was a mess right now.

“I have work tomorrow,” he grunts.

The sensation of your mouth leaving his cock makes him feel unbearably pathetic.

“So be patient…” you murmur, your hand slowly stroking his balls.

His hips nearly buckle at the contact. He was so damn close to cumming, and here you were playing with him like he was some toy. He had married you with the intention of having a stable domestic life, for appearance’s sake, of course. But appearances were deceptive, because in reality, you were a menace in bed. Just a few weeks ago you had been riding him while he was on cloud nine, and now you were sucking his cock so well he could barely think straight.

“Here I go,” you whisper.

First, you kiss the leaking tip of his cock before giving a few slow pumps to his shaft, readying him. You can feel him throbbing against your fingers as J throws his head back in anticipation. And the moment you finally take him back into your mouth, a loud moan escapes his lips. His head falls back against the wall while his heels dig into the soft cashmere carpet beneath him.

You move up and down his length, your tongue swirling in every direction as you take him deeper into your throat. Heat and tension build rapidly until it all snaps at once. J groans as his cum spills into your mouth, his body trembling while you continue sucking him through it.

He braces himself against the wall, breathing rapidly as your mouth stays hot and warm around him. Your tongue laps up every drop he has to give, and he lets out a helpless whimper, his breathing turning even more uneven as you continue moving along his length.

Eventually, it’s J who pulls himself away from your mouth as overstimulation crashes over him. He can’t take it anymore. Cum still spills from the tip as you finally release him, looking up at him from where you kneel between his legs.

He hisses at the loss of contact while you only chuckle mockingly, wiping your face.

“Had a good time?” you ask, your filthy nightgown barely clinging to your body, his cum spread across your lips and dripping down your chin.

J definitely had a good time. He’s still panting from the experience, but another thought crosses his mind....

You should have a good time too.

So the moment his breathing steadies and your hand drifts back to fondle his balls again, he suddenly hoists you over his shoulder without warning and spanks your ass.

You let out a loud yelp of protest, though really, wasn’t it about time you took his cock somewhere other than your mouth?

“You’ve been far too focused on unraveling me,” J says.

He tosses you onto the bed, your chest sinking into the soft mattress while your ass remains raised in the air.

Oh! So this was his idea.

Excitement rushes through you at the thought of the night continuing even longer.

J climbs onto the bed behind you, pushing your hips higher with firm hands around your waist as he takes in the sight of your ass and the damp patch spreading across your panties.

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A core set free

★ A knife of yours was lost to Alice's antlers. Added to the mess of sharp objects she chooses to decorate herself with. You never found that blade. And, to be honest, you're still mourning the loss. It was your favorite knife too!

★ You body? That's gone too. Left as a mere core without any metal to protect yourself. If you went back down, you could probably find some parts she didn't touch. But that might be traumatizing. So you try to keep away from there. Maybe some other time...

★ If you did go back, I'd be with N. Who tags along for moral support. Or perhaps J? She's good at pretending not to be scared.

★ Sentinels, with their three glowing eyes and sharp teeth, are surprisingly easy to hide from! You've spent countless hours watching them. Analyzing how they behave. Gives you an advantage when compared to others.

That battle was tough. So damn tough he literally got skinned and ended up losing an ear. Top of that he sure as well damn lucky too for getting out ot there alive from that beast, Tom Lee.

"J" made his way to a hideout. Yours. A clinic but only for those who works amongst the underworld.

His arrival was alert a minute early for you so you'd be prepare. You had been expecting patients. It's getting nasty lately. You hear and see but you didn't participate to whatever shenanigans is happening at the moment.

As your shoe hits your white floor, you didn't turn around. Too busy organizing your tools and preparing for whatever treatment to give in few minute. Another knife wounds perhaps. Bullets, maybe. Dislocated limbs or broken bones. Whichever is it, at least you'll be making bucks.

"Didn't know I'd see you again." You hummed.

J scoffed, keeping his head turn towards your window, "Don't be too surprise. Business been booming for you."

You finally face him. Seeing his disheveled hair and dirt on his unform, your expression lacks concern or remorse. Years of tending to men's wound have made you reasonably numb. And you know he's been busy himself. Not with cop stuff. But with James Lee. You're not one to pry on people's business nor are you surprise by the face that they're working together. A psycho turn politician. With a corrupted cop. Nothing seems out of ordinary if you're being honest.

You nodded, "Oh, it has been booming, really. Thanks to you chumps, not only I be able to keep myself busy but dough just keeps coming." You grin to your ears as you rub your hands together.

"So what do you need help with?"

The moment he turned his face straight to met yours, you nearly stumbled on your feet.

"HOLY FFF- What the fuck??!" Your eyes widened at the big scratchon his cheek. Deep red and angry. He literally got skinned. You noticed his ear is missing as well. Nearly half of his face is torn.

"What..." You walked closer, just to see the wound clearly. You winced at the sight. As far as you know, you've seen many different types of nasty injuries but getting skinned is kinda new in your resume. Losing an ear on top of that, although you've dealt with missing limbs. It's just that seeing another handsome face being torn like that never fails to make you feel sorry for them.

You shrugged your shoulder, "Eh. On the bright side you'll get a sick scar soon."

He shot you a glare. "Can you fix it or not? I still got more work to do."

Hands raised in surrender as you huffed. Bristled at his tone and feistiness. "Sure can. But you'll be spending more moola than usual. I ain't ever seen that before." You can't help but chuckled. Your amusement and excitement seeing his open wound threw him off a bit. But what does he expect? Nobody's normal around here. So he said nothing.

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"This is crazy work you're in." You muttered during the treatment. You always talk anyway but your hands keep working. And while he lays on the operating table his face unreadable while holding the endless strings of despite taking anesthesia. Eyes staring on the bright ceiling before moved to met your face.

"Not my first." He mumbled back. You rolled your eyes, "Obviously. I'm surprised you haven't retired yet...King Maker."

J responded nothing to that. For knowing who is he and most of his life about, and knowing you for years he learn that you're just the type to tease and stay in your lane which is why he decides it's best to keep you on your good sides since you're such a reliable ally when it comes to keeping secrets.

"It's James Lee." He explained flatly.

You snort but with less humor, just annoyance. "I know. It's just baffled me to see the same man talk about cleansing evil for better place. And you believe that shit?"

"I'm just doing my job." He exhaled sharply through his nose.

"Clearly. Whatever entertains you and makes your blood pumping." You managed to muttered a last word under your breath, "Piece of shit..."

"Just because I'm deaf on this side doesn't mean my other ear isn't working." He scowled. And you? You apologized...not.

Absolutely anon. if only he came home to ME TOO.

Mwah.

(fluff, kisses, domestic, f!reader)

Joe is mid-ramble when it happens.

Something about the blade, something about the forge temperature — his hands are moving the way they do when he gets going, broad gestures, animated, the words coming easy like they always do when it's something he knows and loves. You've been watching his mouth move for the last two minutes and listening to approximately none of it.

You reach up and grab his collar.

He has maybe half a second of hm? before you pull him down and kiss his cheek.

Clean. Deliberate. Unhurried.

You let go.

Joe straightens back up slowly. The sentence is gone — whatever he was saying has vacated the premises entirely, and in its place is just him, standing very still, staring at the middle distance with the expression of a man who has just been informed the ground is made of something different than he thought.

The color starts at his neck.

It moves fast.

"So," you say pleasantly. "The forge temperature."

"The—" He blinks. Looks at you. His ears are already red. "Yeah. The— right. The tempering needs to—"

You grab his collar again.

Other cheek this time.

His hands come up on instinct — and then just. Stop. Hovering somewhere near your waist, not quite landing, caught between a decision his body made and one his brain hasn't finished making yet. You can feel the warmth radiating off them anyway. Close enough.

"You're doing this on purpose," he says.

"Mmhm."

Temple. You pull a little harder because he's tall and you're committed.

The bridge of his nose because you're already up there.

"Hey—"

The corner of his mouth. Slow. Deliberate. You feel more than hear the small sound he makes, something that doesn't quite become a word.

You release his collar and step back.

He is a complete catastrophe. Twenty-one years old, protector of Haight Street — standing in his own forge with his ears on fire and his hands still hovering at the exact height where your waist just was, like they didn't get the message that you'd moved. The easy grin is trying to exist on his face and not quite managing it. It keeps threatening to fold into something younger and more helpless and entirely too honest.

Blue eyes a little wide. Warm. Unguarded in a way he probably doesn't know yet.

You stick your tongue out at him.

And then you turn and walk away.

Two seconds of silence.

Then — footsteps.

"Oh no you don't—"

You're already laughing when his arm hooks around your waist from behind, momentum carrying you both sideways, and he's warm and solid and smells like smoke and metal and he presses his face into the top of your head making a sound that is trying very hard to be indignant.

"That was cruel," Joe says. Muffled in your hair. "Genuinely cruel."

"You were rambling."

"I was explaining—"

"Rambling."

He makes a noise. His arm doesn't loosen. You can feel his heartbeat where he's pressed against your back and it is, notably, not calm.

"...you're the worst," he mutters.

You pat his arm.

"The forge temperature," you remind him sweetly.

A pause.

"I forgot what I was saying."

𝆹𝅥 Yandere drabble

𝆹𝅥 J (REVERSE 1999)

The feelings he holds for you has been troublesome from the start, and not because he has ended up causing you troubles, rather because he has no idea how to deal with those feelings, from one side J is aware enough to notice that he is in love but not enough to realice how deep and twisted that love is, from the other side he doesn't want to act on those feelings recklessly, even when he ends up doing it whenever he feels like you are in danger or when he is feeling jealous

But not fully underestanding his feelings is slowly dragging him to get worst and worst, after all the more J think about his feelings the less sense it makes, the more time it passes the deeper his feelings become, the more overwhelming becomes until he simply can't think straight, until the only thing in his mind is that he is not doing enough, that he needs to do more, to do more to keep you safe and happy, to make sure no one gets to your side with ill intentions, to make sure that you won't disapear from his graps, that you won't go somewhere he can't reach you like his sister did, the more times it pass the more he falls in his obsesive love and the more overwhelming it becomes the feeling that he is not only not doing enough but also that he may not be enough, that he needs to keep going and to stay forever at your side or else he will lose you

Well howdy there! A new brand anon appearing!

IDIOT, MY IDIOT.

SERIAL DESIGNATION J X GREMLIN! READER HEADCANONS

WARNINGS: uhh killing and cannibalism mentioned? Idk bruh, possibly definitely OOC, HELLA SHORT, can be taken as platonic or romantic

Genre:💌(🌟/💝)🎉🎭

_ mhm

_ so first of all, she'd most likely find you annoying in your first encounter, murder drone or worker drone

_ so therefore, it'll take a while for her to warm up to you honestly

_ buuttt at some point she'll allow you to be around her

Most of the time where she's haunting other drones

_ would start picking you up if she felt like it, and no amount of struggling would undo it

_ N and V would most likely be confused why is J keeping you around honestly (IF you were a worker drone before the series events)

_ if you were a murder drone too, there's a small chance she'll share her food with you

By food i mean dead drones

_ uzi would most likely meet you along with the rest, luckily you managed to escape with J, but V wasn't very lucky

_ if you were in the series however, it's up to you to be with J or against her in the finale

I'm somewhat sure to an extent that you'll be against her if you were a worker drone, but not sure about the murder drone

_ either way, you still managed to stay alive after all that time

_ either way it'll either be doomed, or you two would be alone together

_ omg this writing is so bad that's all i had🥀

Warnings: smut

Your P.O.V