#nysm2

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Now You See Me (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: J. Daniel Atlas & Jack Wilder, Dylan Rhodes & Jack Wilder, Henley Reeves & Jack Wilder, Merritt McKinney & Jack Wilder, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added Characters: Jack Wilder, Merritt McKinney, Henley Reeves, J. Daniel Atlas, Dylan Rhodes, Lula May Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Merpeople, sirens specifically, Siren Jack Wilder, Major Character Undeath, the major character death tagged is just because jack did in fact Die previously, Post-Now You See Me (2013), Movie: Now You See Me 2 (2016), Two Shot, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Grief/Mourning, Sirens, Alternate Universe - Magic, mostly by virtue of sirens existing, Street & Stage Magic, Identity Issues, Self-Esteem Issues, Team as Family, The Horsemen as Family (Now You See Me), Jack Wilder Needs a Hug, POV Jack Wilder, Jack Wilder-centric, J. Daniel Atlas Needs A Hug, Henley Reeves Needs a Hug, Merritt McKinney Needs a Hug, Dylan Rhodes Needs a Hug, Dylan Rhodes Has Issues, J. Daniel Atlas is Bad At Feelings, ooooh when the control freak blames himself for a death out of his controllll, chapter 1 is jack pov chapter 2 is danny, if you spot a hint of jack/danny tension in there dont even worry about iiiiit Summary:

He was supposed to do this. To make this work. He was the key to their weird benefactor's whole plan, somehow, the one who was supposed to steal the money and plant it in Thaddeus Bradley's shitty rental car and the one who was supposed to trick the FBI into thinking he was dead, the one who was supposed to unlock the gates to Central Park so the three actual, proven magicians could get in and meet the man behind the curtain, and he didn't. He failed.

He died, and now he's rotting at the bottom of a river along with the rest of New York's trash.

...

Jack Wilder drowns in the East River instead of burning up in a car wreck, and finds himself reborn as something new--and something a little less human.

and thus. please have this analysis of all the seats this guy has had in the two apartments we know of. if it had been just the one i could have excused it as, like, set design or whatever. but TWICE? that's now a character defining thing, buddy. you're a guy who loves seats. without further ado

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Omg I’m so scared

Trying my hand at writing smut because I never back down from a challenge.

Jack Wilder X fem!reader (idk how to write gender neutral cracking 😭)

This takes place during Now You See Me 2. Jack and Reader are dating in secret but she’s getting tired of him not shutting down Lula’s constant advances. One comment pushes her over the edge. He finds a few ways to make it up to them.

NSFW, read at your own risk, I’m not gonna tell you not to, I’m not your mom 🤷🏽‍♀️

Warnings: SMUT, jealousy, argument, secret relationship, oral (f!receiving), fingering, unprotected piv, Jack is a little shit

Everything that could’ve gone wrong, did go wrong. The show went south, the FBI showed up, their escape route somehow landed them in Macau where they’re being forced to steal some weird tech thingy for Walter Mabry, Dylan is MIA, and (Name) is being forced to watch as the new girl relentlessly flirts with Jack, her Jack. Now she wasn’t particularly mad at Lula, it wasn’t like she knew they were together, no one did, and who wouldn’t hit on him. She was however, a bit mad at Jack, because he did know they were together and he was sitting there feeding into the flirtation.

He was showing her some random sleight of hand trick. She makes a comment like “I wonder what else you can do with your hands?” and he just laughs it off. Then she continues with “Maybe you could show me sometime.”

“Maybe” he responds in a way that sounds completely unserious and sarcastic but still MAYBE?!

(Name) was beyond irritated but lucky for her so was almost everyone else. That saved her any questions about what her problem was from Merritt or Danny. She sat silently playing with a deck of cards, tuning out Jack and Lula. Jack kept stealing glances at her and realized she hadn’t looked up once in the past 10 minutes.

He breaks away from Lula and comes to sit beside (Name) “Hey, you good?”

“I’m great.” She glances at him before looking back down at the cards

“Really? Cause your face definitely says otherwise” He gently turns her face back to his by her chin.

“Well we aren’t exactly in a situation of rainbows and unicorns, now are we.” She rolls her eyes.

“Yeah but that’s not what’s got you all upset.”

“Ye-“

“No. It’s not. If it was just that you wouldn’t be pulling away from me. You’re looking everywhere but at me right now, what’s up?”

“Nothing is up.”

“(Name).”

“Jack.”

“Look at me” He leans closer, tilting his head to try and meet her eyes “(Naaame), what’s wrong?” He drags out the first syllable of her name and pokes her in the ribs to get a reaction out of her.

She swats his hand away “Maybe I’m just matching your level of effort for this whole secret thing. I mean you’re so committed you’re getting yourself a second girlfriend. Genius. No one would suspect you’re dating me if you’re fucking Lula.” she snaps quietly and sarcastically before she can stop herself.

Jack’s expression falters for a split second. He glances around at the others, noticing none of them are paying attention, and pulls (Name) to a more secluded section of the shop. “Okay, did you hit your head at some point during all the commotion? What the hell are you talking about?”

Now that they’re in private, she can argue as much as she wants. “What do you think I’m talking about? Maybe?! Are you serious? You’re giving girls advances “maybe’s” now?” She scoffs, pacing.

His expression falls “Everyone knows maybe is like a polite way of saying no thank you. I didn’t wanna be rude, it’s not like she knows about us.” He shrugs

“No thank you is the polite way of saying no thank you, maybe means not right now but it’s a possibility. You might as well have said later.” She furrows her brows at him.

“I didn’t. And you know I didn’t mean it like that. I wasn’t trying to encourage her, I was just trying to… let her down easy. It’s not like I can pull the “I have a girlfriend’ card.” He gets defensive

“Except you didn’t let her down at all, you gave her full reason to keep going cause now you’ve validated her and she thinks she has a chance. Have you only ever rejected people when you’ve had a girlfriend? Also you totally could say that, you don’t have to say it’s me to say you have a girlfriend. You can also just lie, I do it all the time when guys I don’t want flirt with me. You know what I don’t say? Hehehe maybe.” Now she’s mocking him because she’s angry

“Oh come on, babe, you’re being ridiculous. I didn’t say it like that ” He pinches the bridge of his nose

“You still said it, and it was still stupid and implying that you were approving of her hitting on you. In what world is ‘maybe’ the appropriate response to her almost flat out asking to sleep with you?” She groans

He sighs “Okay, fine, it wasn’t the right thing to say, I’m sorry. But you can’t possibly think she has a chance or I’m actually falling for her advances.”

“I don’t know that. How would I know that” Now she’s just saying stuff cause she’s mad.

“You absolutely do know that and you know you know that. She doesn’t, and I’m not and I never will.”

“Never is a long time”

“Never. Now quit pacing and come here” He catches her arm (gently) drag her closer. She squirms, pulling away from him. He grabs her hips, pressing her against the wall “Stop it. Relax.”

She crosses her arms, turning her face away from him.

He strokes her hair “Baby, look at me… please? I said I was sorry. What else do you want from me?” He kisses the cheek she’s facing towards him, running his hand down her arm to get her to uncross them. “Come on, let me make it up to you?” He kisses her cheek again before leaving open mouthed kisses down her neck leading her to lean her head back, letting out a soft gasp

“Jack,” she says his name breathlessly “what if someone sees?”

“Don’t care.” He murmurs against her throat, working his way up her jaw.

“Jack-“

“Shh, relax, it’s just you and me back here. Even if wasn’t, I couldn’t care less if any of them figure us out. Dylan will get over it. Atlas tried to take over his job and got us all screwed. I promise, hiding our relationship is the least of his problems.” His words along with his mouth grazing a particularly sensitive part of her jaw seems to calm her.

He finally brings his lips to hers and she folds completely. It starts gentle but she deepens it quickly, pulling him closer. He nibbles on her lower lip before slipping his tongue into her mouth. One of the hands holding her hips moves to her ass while the other rests on the small of her back.

Eventually they have to pull apart for air but they don’t go far, foreheads pressed against each other.

“I’ve wanted to do that all day.” He brushes some of her hair away from her face.

“With me or Lula?” (Name) teases him.

Jack laughs but there’s no humor in it. He presses her hips closer to him so she can feel the growing tent in his pants. That shut her up. He leans to whisper in her ear “Still think I’m thinking about any other girl?” He trails his hand up her thigh under her skirt

Her breath hitches and she shakes her head

“No? Are you done with your attitude now?” His hand reaches the line of her panties.

(Name)’s brain stutters for a moment where all she can do is nod

“Nuh uh, I need a yes or no for that one.” He uses his free hand to tilt her chin up to look him in the eye. He hooks his fingers around her waistband. “Done being a jerk just cause you’re mad?

“I wasn’t.. I wasn’t being a jerk” she huffs in protest once she can finally keep her bearings enough to speak.

“That didn’t sound like a yes or no babe. Try again.” He barely tugs on her waistband, leaning his head to the side.

Jack knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s seeing how far he can push her before she breaks. This is his favorite game to play with his always composed girlfriend. He’s the only one who gets to see her like this.

“Hey, what happened to that outspoken confidence of yours? You had a lot to say during that fit you were throwing, now you can’t say one little word? Yes” he slides his hand closer to where she wants it most “…or no.” He pulls away completely.

She can’t help but whine at the loss of contact. She knows he’s doing it on purpose, making her flustered so she can’t form a well rounded response. Unfortunately for her, knowing what he’s up to doesn’t make it any less affective.

“Go on, use your words.” He nods condescendingly, egging her on. This time she glares at him. She’s not letting him win that easily. He leans in to whisper in her ear “I can feel how soaked you are. I just need you to answer me so I can give you what you want.” He touches her through the fabric of her panties.

She lets out a pleasured gasp before murmuring a breathless “Yes”

He presses a little further “Sorry speak up a bit.” He could hear her just fine.

(Name)’s hand latches onto his bicep for support “Yes- fuck, yes.” She buries her face in his shoulder.

“See, that wasn’t so hard now was it?” he teases before sliding her panties down her thighs enough to expose her. Jack lets out a groan in reverence “You’re perfect” he mutters as he sits her down, kneeling in front of her

His hands push up her skirt while his mouth leaves kisses on the newly exposed areas of her thighs, leaving marks no one else can see. Her hand comes down to tangle in his hair, arching into him.

Jack takes his sweet time, just happy to be between her legs, her writhing impatiently above him. He’d stay there all day if he could. “So needy” He mocks her like he isn’t painfully hard right now.

Despite his mockery, he does quit teasing and give her what she needs, finally running his tongue through her folds. He moans quietly against her as her hand tenses, lightly tugging on his hair. He mouths at her like a man starved, lapping at her entrance, whining against her like he’s enjoying this more than she is. Knowing Jack, it wouldn’t be surprising if he was.

(Name) bites her lower lip to keep quiet, stifling a low whimper. She feels his hand gliding up her waist to massage her breast, his other hand keeping her hips pinned down. She leans further into his touch, pulling his head closer.

When his lips close around her clit, she has to slam her hand over her mouth to muffle the sounds escaping her, at least one of them had to try not to get caught. Jack was too lost in her to care about being quiet and he couldn’t be too loud with his mouth full anyway.

He brings his hand from her hips down to circle her entrance with his fingers, collecting enough of her wetness to push two of them into her without resistance. He went slow to give her time to adjust, his mouth never leaving her clit, eyes closed in ecstasy.

He can hear her muffling her sounds so he uses his free hand to pull hers away from her mouth. She’s too blissed out to protest, the only noise coming from her mouth a mix of breathy sighs and moans.

Lula was definitely spot on with her assumption about his skilled hands, but honestly who wouldn’t guess that. Name one magician that’s bad in bed, they probably aren’t a very good magician either then. Jack could topple (Name)’s composure like a house of cards before he even reached her panties.

He thinks to himself that he should make her jealous more often if he gets to ‘make it up to her’. He can feel her getting close, the way she’s clenching around his fingers and grinding her hips against his face, muttering his name desperately. He quickens the pace of his fingers pumping in and out of her while refusing to let up on her clit, pushing her over the edge. He looks up at her to watch her expression as she finishes, carving the sight into memory.

He guides her through the waves of her orgasm, sucking up every drop of her release. He licks his fingers clean and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before standing up, pulling (Name) with him. She leans in to kiss him, tasting herself on his lips.

He murmurs praises against their lips “Always taste so good for me,” He nibbles on their bottom lip “want more,” he grinds his hips against them, hoping they get the message.

Now it’s her turn to taunt him “What happened to using our words?” She tilts her head, pulling back.

Unfortunately, Jack NEVER cared about being shy. He looks her straight in the eyes “I want to fuck you so bad right now… please.” She chokes in shock “Yeah baby, that doesn’t work on me, cute try though.” He kisses her cheek. (Name) runs her hand down his chest to his belt but he catches her wrist “Wait a second, I am a gentleman, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want t-“

“Jack take your pants off.”

“Look at you being all demanding, I like this side of you” he smirks at her before undoing his belt. He unbuttons/unzips his pants, sliding them down along with his boxers to reveal his magic wand (I’m sorry, I had to). He was exactly the right size, not overly huge and terrifying but definitely not anywhere near small. More importantly, he knew exactly how to use it.

He lines himself up with her entrance, pulling her into a kiss before he slowly enters her, swallowing all the sounds she made (and his own). As much as he would love to hear her right now, he doesn’t want anyone else to. Not because he cares about getting caught, he just doesn’t wanna be interrupted. Once he had set a decent pace, he pulled away, whispering in her ear “Shh, we don’t want anyone to see remember? I love all your pretty sounds but you gotta keep it down, ok?”

She nods, barely listening to what he says, panting softly. He rocks into her slowly, taking his time with her. She holds onto his bicep for support, burying her face in his shoulder. She presses kisses along his jaw. Jack had one hand on her hip and the other on her ass because of course he did.

“You’re so hot when you’re mad.” He murmurs, feeling himself getting close

“So you’ve said, every- time I’m mad at you.” (Name) answers through pants “irritates me even more usually.”

“Hmm, maybe that’s a sign you should get mad at me less.” He jokes, out of breath.

“Maybe it’s a sign you should do less things that piss me off.” She tugs lightly on his hair.

That earns a whine from him. “Well I think I do a pretty good job of apologizing.” He smirks down at her and winks.

She leans closer until she’s about an inch away from his lips “You talk too much” she shuts him up with a kiss. He whimpers into her mouth. He loves when she takes charge like this, it almost makes him cum on the spot (ugly ahh spelling)

He murmurs against her lips between breaths of air, “You feel…so good. Can’t… much longer… please” She nods against his lips, lost in the kiss. He can feel her pulsing around him.

After a few more strokes they both reach the peak of their satisfaction, letting out a string of whines and groans into each other’s mouths.

He presses his forehead against hers, basking in her warmth, brushing some hair out of her face “You’re beautiful.” He helps her rearrange herself to the usual state of proper before sorting himself out as well. He kisses her forehead one last time before either of them return to the others

“Lula can suck it” (Name) mutters almost triumphantly

“Are you giving permission? I thought the whole point of that argument was that she couldn’t” Jack tilts his head, questioning her jokingly.

“Shut up.”

“Yes ma’am” he mock salutes, stealing another quick kiss from her before walking back to the main lobby.

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