#jackson request

Jackson is a dom. Jackson is one of the kindest idols in the game, but he is a dom through and through. He likes to have control in the bedroom, often making you squirm in need as he hovers over you with a look in his eyes that sends your blood boiling.

Jackson is semi-kinky. He isn’t the kinkiest nor is he vanilla. He prefers that you both move at a pace that leaves you both satisfied and content. Simply talk with him if you want to experiment between the sheets as he prefers a clear line of communication with his partners.

Jackson is into praise. Compliment him in bed and he will do the same to you. Words of affirmation get him going like no other, and when you submit to him with glossy eyes and unbridled heat he loses it. Tell him he is the best and doing so will ensure you orgasm many times over.

Jackson is the one who initiates. Expect teasing under tables, passionate kisses, and dirty whispers at the most random times. Jackson will make it abundantly clear when and where he desires you, telling you all the time how you get him worked up into a frenzy.

Jackson will invest in your private time. Lingerie is arguably the one thing that gets Jackson’s blood rushing. Expect lace and leather of all shapes and sizes to adorn your body. La Perla, Bordelle, Agent Provocateur, and Kiki are staples in your wardrobe due to Jackson’s love of ripping them off of you.

Jackson will be rough. He is a physical being, which means marking and battle scars of your time in bed with him. He is aggressive in bed, something that translates to his stage presence. He isn’t cruel and will take the best care of you after, but be prepared for the exertion. 

Jackson will talk you through everything. He wants an open line of communication between you two. Don’t muffle your cries of pleasure but also don’t dampen your hesitations. If you are uncomfortable tell him immediately. If you love what he is doing let him know so he can store it away for future use.

A/N: Sorry this took so long! Work has been kicking my butt! 

Pairing: Jackson x Reader

Warnings: None

Intro: Jackson seeks the help of a well known rebel writer of the underground music industry. He found her through Namjoon, BTS leader and long time friend of Y/N’s. Y/N is a rebel based upon how she does things, she doesn’t got by standards and she doesn’t follow certain rules most companies force others to follow. Y/N has her own way of composing songs and the lyrics that go with them.

“So what you’re telling me is that in order for her to even consider working with me, I have to prove myself to her?” Jackson asked Namjoon as they walked down the streets of Seoul.

“Yes. You’ll have to go to one of the sets and preform one of your songs. Beforehand let the person whom you sign up with know that you want to work on something with Y/L/N Y/N. They will let her know and if she likes you then she will come find you. I will also call her and let her know that I sent you. If you want, I’ll even come with you.” Namjoon explained.

Jackson nodded along, “Yes, I’d feel better if you did come with.” 

Namjoon nodded and bid farewell to Jackson has they arrived at the BigHit building, Jackson waved goodbye to his friend as he begin his journey to JYP.

A week later Jackson as signed up for the show at the underground center and was being prepped for his performance. Namjoon had got him in to meeting Y/N before his performance a few minutes ago and she had said how she had some of his previous works, along with GOT7 and was actually a fan but she still needed to see him on stage in person.

As Jackson’s name was called for his performance Namjoon wished him luck before going up to sit with Y/N.

“The only reason I’m even considering him is because of his music and you.” Y/N told Namjoon.

Namjoon simply smiled at her, “I know. I also know he’s you bias as well.” 

Y/N smacked the man’s arm before turning to sit forward watching Jackson preform and as she expected she was really impressed. The vibe he gave off with radiating all through the room. All the fan girls below were screaming and cheering, singing along with the words. 

After the performance, Y/N met Jackson backstage and handed him her card. “Call me when you’re ready to begin. I was very impressed with your performance.” She told him before walking away to speak with the other staff.

A few months later Y/N and Jackson had been working nonstop on the upcoming song, however, more than just the song was in the works.

Lately Jackson and Y/N had both been finding reasons to meet up with each other besides working on the song. Jackson found himself falling for the rebellious girl who refused to listen to all rules JYP wanted them to follow. Y/N knew if she were to be involved in the song, no rules were going to be followed but her own.

Y/N found herself falling for the tall dark haired boy as well. Y/N admired how no matter how busy he was or how stressed he was he always made sure to check on his members, his family, and her. He was always asking her if she was okay. She also admired he determination to make the song as perfect as they could get it. She admired his love for music as well, and had learned that he, too, followed his own set of rules.

Y/N and Jackson found they had more in common than just music and their love for it. They shared a lot of the same likes and dislikes. The chemistry that was already there and that had formed in the few months they worked together radiated off them in any room, around anyone. 

The got7 boys and Namjoon took notice of this as well and simply smiled at the two when they were with them.

“You guys work well together. You should write a song both of you will sing.” Namjoon had told them.

They both brushed it off as a joke and went on about their business. The song was due in a week so they knew they didn't have time for nonsense like that.

One week and a finished song later, Y/N and Jackson were walking into JYP to hand in the song and get it approved. Jackson was nervous that JYP wouldn’t approve it because it didn’t follow the set song plans JYP liked to support. 

‘What if he doesn’t like it?” Jackson asked as they waited for JYP’s announcement. 

“He will. Stop doubting yourself. Doubt anymore and won't approve. Pabo.” Y/N scolded him.

Jackson frowned, “Nice pep talk, partner.”

“I never said it was a pep talk, did I?” Y/N retorted, going to sit next to him instead of across from him.

Before she could actually sit, JYP walked into the room. Expressionless face on full display as he took a seat in front of the two.

JYP sat silently in front of them for what seemed like hours, he looked over the notes the other officials had written, and intertwined his hands together before looking up at the two.

“Well, It's different from what you normally go with. Still in your style range, however, neither of you followed any of the JYPE guidelines.” JYP spoke.

Y/N and Jackson stiffened at this and Y/N lowered her head, feeling guilty for guiding Jackson away from the guidelines and thinking she just costed him that chance he needed to fulfill another dream.

“I like it. It was the best I’ve heard yet and I’ve heard a lot of good songs.” JYP said, a small smile forming on his lips as the two youngers looked up at him with wide eyes.

“T-Thank you!” Jackson said, bowing his head before bringing it back up, a big smile on his face.

Y/N smiled at Jackson before turning back to JYP and bowing her head. 

“I’m glad you accept it.” Y/n spoke respectfully.

JYP smiled at the two, “I approve of the song. I also would like to know if the two of you are open to writing a song, that both of you will sing? Recommendation from BIGHIT’S Namjoon and the rest of GOT7.” JYP looked between the tow.

Y/N and Jackson shared glances before nodding to JYP, :We’re open to it.” JYP smiled at them before standing the two of them following and bowing as he left.

“I’m so glad he-” Y/N began but was cut off by Jackson grabbing her by the waist and kissing her, he arms wrapping around her waist quickly.

Y/N’s eyes widened before they slowly closed and she raised her arms to his shoulders. She moved herself closer as she kissed him back.

Jackson pulled away and smiled at her, “So about the song?”

Y/N smiled at him before pulling him into another kiss.

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Anonymous said: “Can you please write an jackson wang imagine when I pull the I’m leaving you prank on him because he keeps pranking me Thank you”

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Enough was enough. There was only so much you could take, and you had reached your limit. 

It was time for some sweet revenge. 

It had been funny when he rearranged everything in your kitchen cabinets so you couldn’t find anything, you had laughed when you had put your feet into your boots only to find them filled with water, you didn’t even get mad when you opened your bedroom door only to have a raw egg fall on your head. You weren’t phased when clingfilm was taped across the front door after a long day of work, and you forgave the time he replaced the hand soap with honey.

But as you pulled feathers from your hair, you knew this had to stop. By the time you realized that your favorite hat was full of them, it was too late. Feathers were everywhere, on the floor, in your hair, all over your clothes and some still floated around in the air.

You walked around your apartment, looking for ideas. You had never been one for pulling pranks, just watching them, and you didn’t know where to start. 

As you wandered into yours and Jackson’s shared bedroom, you noticed your suitcase sticking out slightly from the closet. Jackson must have bumped it that morning getting his clothes, and you made to put it away. That’s when the idea came to you, the ultimate prank that would put an end to this feathery, sticky, wasteful nonsense.

Now all you had to do was set it up and wait.

When Jackson walked through the front door several hours later, he wasn’t expecting to see you sitting on the couch waiting for him with a glare. He knew the moment he walked in that something was wrong. You didn’t great him with your usual kiss, didn’t ask how his day was, didn’t say anything for a full minute.

“Hey babe.” He said hesitantly. “Something wrong?” 

You looked up at him, and he noticed the glassy look in your eyes. “I don’t think this is going to work.”

He felt like the floor had been pulled out from under him, in an instant he felt like everything he had worked so hard for was gone. “Wh… What?” Surely you were talking about something else. You had to be. Maybe you meant that the trip the two of you had planned for next month wouldn’t work with your schedule?

“Us.” You clarified. “I don’t think we’re going to work. Who were we kidding anyway? This has to stop.”

You watched as Jackson dropped his bag, looking like he didn’t quite believe you. “Did something happen?” He asked, and his voice cracked slightly. “Babe, if I did something wrong, please just tell me, we can talk about this…” He walked over to where you were seated, sinking down on his knees in front of you. You could see tears welling in his eyes, and you felt a pang of guilt.

“It’s not that you did anything, we just… Jackson, we could never really work. Haven’t we been lying to ourselves for long enough?”

“I… No, you love me. I know you do.” There was a desperation in Jackson’s voice that made your heart feel like it was breaking, and seeing him cry made you cry too. You sniffed, telling yourself that you needed to stick with the plan. You stood, unable to look at Jackson anymore, and began walking over to the bedroom.

“If you’ll just talk to me, please, we can work this out. Is this about my parents? Your parents? People on the internet? Just ignore them, they don’t know us, they don’t know how much I lo–”

You turned around abruptly, facing Jackson almost nose-to-nose. “I’ve made up my mind, Jackson.” You opened the door, walking over to the bed where your suitcase sat.

“We’ll talk in the morning, it’ll be better then–” He stopped when he saw your suitcase, and his knees gave out. That was when you knew you couldn’t keep up the charade. 

You hurried over to his shaking form, kneeling down in front of him and putting your hand on his cheek. “Jackson, hey, look at me. Don’t cry, I’m sorry, it was a prank, I didn’t mean to make you so upset.” 

“It’s my fault, isn’t it? For being gone so much?” You realized he wasn’t even listening anymore, and leaned in for a kiss. He froze the moment he felt your lips on his, and looked reproachful when you pulled away.

“That’s not fair.” He whispered. “You can’t kiss me after dumping me.”

“Baby,” You said, feeling utterly horrible as you brushed a tear from his cheek with your thumb. “It was a prank, a joke, I didn’t mean it. I’m so sorry.”

“What?” His eyes were red, and he wiped his nose with his sleeve as he tried to understand. 

“I love you, I would never leave you.” You said, but he still didn’t look like he could believe you. “Look,” You said, standing to get the suitcase and bringing it back over to him. “It’s empty, see?” He watched as you opened it, and he took a deep shuddering breath.

“It was a prank?” He asked weekly, and you nodded. 

“Revenge for all the pranks you’ve been pulling on me. I think it might have gone a little too far, though.” Jackson sniffed loudly in response, pulling you close and burying his face in your neck. 

“I’m sorry.” You said again, and he let out a tired laugh.

“I guess I was asking for it.” There was a moment of silence between you before he spoke again. “So you’re really not leaving me?” 

“Never.” You said, and his grip on you tightened, as though he were afraid you might disappear if he let go.

“I think this was worse than feathers in your hat.” He pointed out, and you had to agree. “You know it’s my turn for revenge now, right?” 

You made a face, even though Jackson still couldn’t see it. “My plan was to get you to stop pranking me.” 

“You could have just asked.” You could tell from his voice that he was pouting, and you pulled away enough to peck him on the lips once again.

“I did.” You sighed. “And you responded with clingfilm across the door, remember?” 

He nodded slowly. “Oh, yeah.” He laughed, and you felt a wave of relief upon hearing it. “This was a pretty good prank, you know.” He said thoughtfully. “And you’re really good at acting, I even thought you were serious for a second there.”

“Oh really?” You snorted.

He nodded. “But your tears were totally fake, it was a dead giveaway.” 

You gasped dramatically, pretending to be hurt by the words. “I will have you know that those tears were one hundred percent authentic.”

He rolled his eyes, standing and pulling your to your feet at the same time. “Sure they were. Did you chop unions before I got here or something?”

You shook your head. “Nope, seeing you cry makes me cry.” He looked like he wanted to say something else, but then gave a slightly breathless laugh. 

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Plot: Jackson has feelings for you and finds out you’re Dracula’s daughter, so he finally confesses his feelings. 

Pairing: JacksonxReader

Words count: 1,9k+

Genre: Vampire!Au / College!Au 

For @ mariekirishima16 and anon (I put two similar request together because the topic was the same), I hope you like it! - M. 

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

He looked out the window, curious by the strange absence of his best friend. Friend for whom he had driven out feelings months before but who couldn't confess anything. He felt as trapped in a limbo without a way out, remaining at his side and admiring her without being able to do anything.  

They were given an appointment for the eight, but now forty minutes have passed and Jackson began to perceive the concern more and more intensely.  

Y/N had never been a laggard girl, indeed she had always made it clear how much she hated the delay so that her behavior seemed incredibly strange to the blond one.  

"Maybe she had a mishap," Objected Yugyeom, looking at the friend who became increasingly agitated every second who passed out. He leaned his phone on the table and gently squeezed Jackson's shoulder, trying to distract him in some way. "Jackson, she might have been detained in class, calm down."  

"Huh" Jackson mumbled in a winding wire, catching his phone from his pocket; "She would have warned, Yugyeommie"  

The youngest sighed heavily and shaking his head decided to give up, returning to focus his attention on the game of the mobile.  

"It's always weird Y/N, you shouldn't be surprised by that so much" Yugyeom pointed out, without raising his gaze from the bright screen, making Jackson want to pull a punch at him in that instant. No one had to afford to call "weirdo" to the girl he liked, rather to his best friend.  

It was thus that he abandoned the youngest, who tried to recall him repeatedly without success, leaving the coffee shop where they were given appointment to study.  

-Y/N, did you forget about our date?  

-Why don't you answer?-  

-You're all right, aren't you? -  

-Jackson's coming to save you!-

After frantically typing those messages, which she didn't read, he walked fast to the dormitory where she lived.  

It had to be something happened if she had disappeared that way and he could no longer think lucidly, too worried and anxious.  

It was not that kind of person, he hardly panicked even if he screamed for the smaller things seeming cowardly, but when the speech fell on Y/N, Jackson Wang completely lost consciousness of himself.  

After twenty minutes and a running that had taken his breath, he arrived in front of her room and was on the verge of knocking when two voices inside the room made him desist.  

One was that of Y/N and he could recognize it everywhere while the other was unknown, but it provoked a sudden and chilling shiver along his back.  

"I'm tired of this script, my daughter."  

"I don't, father. I'm not you and this is my place. " Y/N yelled, completely unaware of Jackson's presence on the other side of the door.  

"This will never be your place! You belong to our world, I would remember it to you" Thundered the father in a bitter tone, looking at her with boredom and annoyance. None of his children had ever disobeyed to his request, but she was the youngest and even the strongest to resist him, which is why he had always had particular regard for her.  

"Dad.. I'm fine here. I feel normal.. "  

-Normal? What the hell...- Jackson thought, continuing to eavesdropping with his ear pressed against the hard wood of the door. -Something eludes me.-  

~ Y/N has always been weird, you shouldn't be surprised more than that ~ Yugyeom's words fluctuated in Jackson's mind and even if he wanted to see her, he understood that that was not the right time.  

His head was on the verge of exploding and he had to find the solution to that doubt that had begun to make its way into his mind.  

~ ~

"Jackson? Did the alien kidnap you? Open this door! " Jaebum screamed by continuing to punch his fists against the door. Y/N and Mark at his side watched the scene in silence, while the young girl tried not to show the relief she felt. She could perceive the regular heartbeat of his heart and his slow breathing, all made her think and understand that at that moment her best friend was asleep.  

But they were days that he avoided the company of all and therefore Jaebum, tired of his continuous absences, had taken up the situation.  

"Jae, he might sleep.." Mark suggested, resting a hand on the friend's wrist to block him;  

"Then? It's a ghost in these days, I'm sick. Or tell us what happens or I throw down the doo--"  

"Only Y/N can enter."  

Their gazes lay on the small window that was created between the door and its jamb. Jackson continued to hide, while Jaebum lifted his eyes to heaven and throw his hands into the air. She smiled at him as he walked away along with Mark, who had quickly whispered into her ear to take care of Jackson.  

Whatever it was, it was sure that to make worried the boy always without problems, it had to be very serious.  

She entered the darkness of his room, without problem seeing him because her eyes were used to darkening much darker.  

"Jackson what happens..? You're making us worry. "  

The blond didn't answer her, but he just hugged her from behind. Y/N jumped to that sudden contact, relaxing almost immediately and resting both hands on his forearm that surrounded the upper part of her chest. She pushed her head backward, lied against his shoulder, noticing in spite of the little light the well-marked circles under his eyes.  

"Hey, nice blond.. You make me worry. "  

"I'm fine, I only had a lot of thoughts in my head," Jackson whispered avoiding to look at her while he increased the grip around her body.  

He had never noticed but her skin was really cold in contact with his own, as he had never noticed that she seemed to never be tired or that she ate incredibly little.  

"You want to talk about it..?" She asked, even more worried about him.  

"No.. Just stay like that a few minutes, please. "  

Y/N didn't answer but simply granted that little and innocent wish, bettering herself against his body. So warm and soft compared to hers. She hated all the lies told in those years, but she didn't want to expose anyone to her world. More that less Jackson, because she knew how dangerous it could be at times.  

They remained in that position for those who appeared centuries instead of mere minutes when Jackson decided to make his move. He was incredibly tired of hiding his feelings, of escaping from them, of escaping from her. He didn't even matter what she was or she didn't feel the same, he had to do something.  

Holding his breath he laid his lips on the pale skin of her neck, knowing her features in memory for each time he had found himself to stare intensely at her, starting to leave a trail of kisses until he reached her ear where his breathing made Y/N tremble more. She remained motionless, taken aback by that sudden contact, but immediately feeling her body on fire. She didn't feel something like that for centuries and somehow it frightened her but not to the point of dissolving that contact.  

"Jackson.." She stammered when he took to kiss her jawline, while his hands ended up both on her stomach and attracted her completely against his body; That she had always thought was perfect.  

"You don't understand it, do you..?"  

"What..?"  

"I feel something for you Y/N.." Jackson's voice was a broken whisper against her skin; causing a shiver that traveled along her whole body and blocked into her lower abdomen making her tremble.  

But she couldn't, she couldn't love a mortal and especially endanger him. Because the only reason she had stayed at that university despite not needing it was for Jackson. Because he was different, he made her feel different.  

With an extreme effort, she managed to get rid of his grip and turned away from many steps so as to create almost a barrier between them.  

He looked at her hurt, thinking that that move was due to the fact that she didn't have the same feelings. He lowered his gaze, staring at his feet and clenching his fists along his hips, trying in some way to expel the burning sensation of pain that was destroying his heart.  

"You can't." Y/N said breathlessly, looking him totally frightened.  

The blond raised his gaze, making his eyes locked with her own, and her expression filled him with other questions without answers.  

"What do you mean??"  

"You can't have feelings for me.. I.. I am the wrong person, Jackson.. " Y/N couldn't look him in the eyes, so she moved her gaze on the desk despite the desire to throw herself into his arms; "You have to find someone better.."  

"Is it a written rule that loving a vampire is forbidden?"  

Although her heart didn't beat for centuries, for Y/N seemed almost to hear it into her own chest. It was beating fast, frantic and on the verge of exploding.  

Slow but cautious she turned to him, which gave her one of the sweetest and most sincere smiles she had ever seen.  

"What.. What did you say..? "  

"These days were useful to think.. And I was stupid to not realize it before. "  

"You're talking about it as if it were a normal thing!"  

"For me it is. For me, you'll be always mine. My Y/N. " He said by emphasizing that "mine" and he could swear if that if it were possible, the redness would immediately tint the girl's cheeks in front of me him.  

"Y-yours? I would be yours even if I-I s-said who is my father..? "  

"I also deduced that, Y/N. I don't care.. Even If I hope he doesn’t' use me as a dinner. "  

The shocked expression of Y/N to his joke made him smile more, as he opened his arms to make her understand to hide among them.  

She was hesitant for a few moments, she didn't want him to be in danger because of her nature, but she felt so tired of not being able to love him freely. And so in small steps, she went to hide among those arms, letting herself escape almost a sigh of relief when they surrounded her and he made her almost disappear between them.  

"I must deduce that you feel something for me..?"  

"Idiot.. And anyway, yes, that's why I stayed Jackson. "