#code vein jack x reader

[angelltheninth]

Can I request a Nanami x fem reader where his girl jokingly pulls him in by his tie at work but she doesn’t know how turned on he gets by it? Pent up Nanami my beloved

I love ties for this exact reason Anon.

Pairing: Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, workplace sex, tie pulling, rough sex, panties to the side, desk sex, pent up Nanami Kento

A/N: Ties were a great invention.

Pent up!Nanami tries his hardest to not let his frustration get the best of him during work. You don't even know the half of it really, how hard he has to hold back when you wear shorts skirts. There should be some kind of dress code because his cock is not having a good time when he sees you in those.

Pent up!Nanami would never admit it but he has jacked off in the bathroom stalls more then once. He hates makes the kind of mess that he does, and worse having to hold back groans in case someone walks in. He has a reputation to uphold.

Pent up!Nanami gets so hard when you pull him by his tie and into a playful kiss. It may be playful for you but for him it's like an invitation. Good thing he had his glasses on so you didn't see the way he closed his eyes shut when he felt that little tug and the press of your lips against his right after.

Pent up!Nanami sets his tie back into place the first couple of times you pull on it so you don't really think there's anything wrong with him. The kisses are always short, quick, in between things that don't let you see the aftermath of them, his pants tenting and his hand cupping over the bulge.

Pent up!Nanami has officially had enough of your teasing. If you're gonna be like that then you better be ready to do something about his erections too. He can't do all the work. Well he can but he would really prefer not to when your holes are right there and wet and willing.

Pent up!Nanami considers taking his tie off when he pushes you against the desk but decides against it. He can undo the buttons on his shirt, he can take off his suit jacket, his pants can be around his ankles, his glasses can be off, his hair can be messy and slick with sweat but that tie stays on.

Pent up!Nanami won't take your panties off either, he doesn't have the patience to anymore, he will only move them to the side. Better yet you can hold them to the side while he fucks his cock into you. You already know how wet they are right? Then what do you think you do to him when you tease him all day?

Pent up!Nanami grips the edges of the desk with full strength, his veins bulging as he rocks you and the desk back and forth from the reckless, hard pace he's decided on. You can't even get a grip around him with your legs because he keeps nudging them apart every time. You can only hold onto his shirt, hair or tie.

Pent up!Nanami has to put his hand over your mouth to keep you from moaning. But he's not having an easy time either, and he's all out of hands. Well there is his tie still, he can bite down on that. You never thought you'd see him so far gone that he has to gag himself with his own tie to keep noises down.

Pent up!Nanami decides on a special tie that he will wear to work because he can't fuck you every time you pull on his tie. When he wears his special tie it's a sign that he wants to fuck you. Kind of like people leave a tie on the door handle.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu sorcerer #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk fanfic #jjk smut #nanami kento #nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader #nanami smut #kento nanami

[ilylovelyz]

hi! read their past sakusa fics and the way they write kiyo is so hot and nice 😩 wondering if they could write more abt yandere / bully sakusa fics (or anyone in msby or all of them tgt tbh JSJJS) 😭

⍣ ೋ BEcause

˚ · . atsumu x afab!reader

: ̗̀➛ warning(s): noncon, gaslighting, manipulation, lovebombing, physical assault, physical and mental abuse, atsumu is a terrible person, cheating, forced solitude, baby trapping

until a man heals himself he'll be toxic to every woman who tries to love him.

yandere!atsumu, from the moment he met you, knew that you would be the absolute death of him.

yandere!atsumu, who verbally claimed you as his to anyone who could hear. a "cheerful" facade on his face while he boasted about you as if you were his girlfriend.

yandere!atsumu, who acted all understanding and almost apologetic to a guy that seemed to have a crush on you. he would pat the guy's back a little too hard, lightly giving him a "sorry, but i think she's taken." veins almost protruding out of his neck while he resisting the urge to choke out the guy just for showing interest in you.

yandere!atsumu, who is surprised when you confront him for spreading rumors about you, accusing him of being a creep. but you're quickly turned from being livid to blushing, as his charisma and charming demeanor is all too much for you. he apologizes for his actions, but denies the majority of it. as a way to make up for it, he formally asks you out to an expensive dinner.

yandere!atsumu, who violently assaults the whistleblower, not caring if it's a man or woman. he'll ram their head into the wall and kick them a few times while they are down, bleeding profusely. he'll spit on them as a cherry on top, condemning them to hell for snitching.

yandere!atsumu, who will act surprised when you point out his bruised knuckles, will literally say "how did this happen?" he'll brush off your concerns, and try to avoid using his hands the rest of the night.

yandere!atsumu, who even during the talking stage, is completely protective towards you and is hostile to anyone who even dares to talk to you. he'll act so sad and upset that nobody wants to be your friend anymore, comforting you when you cry that your own male best friend isn't talking to you anymore for some reason.

yandere!atsumu, who follows you home "just in case," memorizing your pad-code lock password and will eventually break in later that night, watching you while you sleep, "just in case."

yandere!atsumu, who walks around carefree in your house while you sleep, cleaning for you but also eating your leftovers. just for an extra measure, he'll bug your phone and send a text message to any remaining friends, saying that "you" don't want to be friends with them anymore, leaving nasty messages that will end up with you finding yourself blocked later that morning.

yandere!atsumu, who will kiss you so lovingly on after the sixth date, and ask you to be his official girlfriend. he feels relieved when you say yes, relieved that he won't have to beat common sense into you and guilt trip you into accepting.

yandere!atsumu, who will later jack off just at of the first kiss, mind already spinning at the thought of what he could do to you now that you're dating him.

yandere!atsumu who treats you and touches you as if you're glass, always "looking out" for you. you think his grip on your wrist is adorable, that his protectiveness is "cute." but really, he's just making sure that you're not going to run off or something.

yandere!atsumu who takes your virginity, and is absolutely doting and attentive the whole time, kissing you softly and whispering small "i love you"s against your skin. you don't notice the way his grip on your waist is bruising as he thrusts his cock in you so deliciously it has you coming multiple times. you don't notice the way his eyes are almost dead, jaw clenching at the thought of "someone else" potentially touching you after this.

yandere!atsumu, after successfully getting you attached to him will begin to show his true colors. the dates you two planned in advance seemingly "forgotten" by the pro volleyball player, as he's apparently so "busy" that he completely missed the date.

yandere!atsumu, who was really "busy" fucking some other woman while you waited patiently for him, food cold and ice melted.

yandere!atsumu, who will put the blame on you when you finally confront him about all the dates he's stood you up on and the way he's been distant and almost brushing you off everytime you text him. he'll call you manipulative and controlling, he doesn't like yelling at you, but it seems you needed to have a bit of an attitude check that day.

yandere!atsumu, who will only "forgive you" when you're on your knees begging for his forgiveness and apologizing for being "manipulative" and "controlling". he'll kneel down to your level, his face is morphed into one of concern, but his dark eyes say otherwise. he'll "forgive" you for the mess you created before taking a cold shower to relieve himself.

yandere!atsumu, who will realize that you're much of a tougher cookie than he thought when you confronted him with evidence of him cheating.

yandere!atsumu, who will slap you so hard you're tumbling down the steps of the apartment, the pain hitting you way before you realized what had happened. he'll grab you by your hair, dragging you across the rough floor and back up the stabbing steps of the staircase and eventually into the bedroom.

yandere!atsumu, who will force you into the bed and hold you down with his entire weight, yelling obscenities at you and threaten to kill himself if you try this shit ever again. he'll then remove all of your clothes, praising you because you're too scared to fight back when he forces himself onto you.

yandere!atsumu, who will point out the fact that he isn't using a condom and that you aren't on birth control. he'll ignore your cries of disapproval and pleas while he comes inside of you, unprotected.

yandere!atsumu, who will smirk down at you while you sob into the pillow, abused cunt leaking his cum, knowing you won't leave him if you're carrying his baby. who will you even run away to anyways? not like you have anyone left.

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[psych0-str1ngs]

Admit it- Nikki Sixx x reader

Authors Note: I'm really trying revive my account because I really need more requests and such so I'm gonna try to pump out more fanfics.

Warnings: Cursing, drugs, alcohol (Maybe a part two with smut if this does well.)

I am not gonna, I've always had the hugest crush on Nikki. Despite the fact that he was a raging drug and alcohol abuser, and he had chicks on his dick 24/7, I saw right through him. I always kind of, understood him. We've been pretty close friends ever since we were about 15. I knew how much of a bad child hood he had and I could relate. When we were sixteen we stole my dads car and just ran away, we were caught of course, but for the three days that we were on our own we took care of one another.

I obviously knew there was not a chance in hell Nikki would ever go for me, considering I was little on the heavier side, not too big just... Not pretty like the groupies were, and I had a pretty face but once again nothing like the groupies had. I was... More like an adorable than I was anything else. No body wanted to be with me but instead protect me like some innocent little bunny. It was annoying considering I was the least from innocent. I do drugs, and drink alcohol here and there.

So there I was, sitting next to Nikki on the short leather couch in his dressing room. I was leaning on the side of the couch while Nikki had some chick on her lap. It was infuriating to watch. I know that it’s just how he was, but I knew that I could treat him so well if he’d give me a chance, I sighed and took another long drag from my blunt.

“Hey y/n!” Tommy slightly yelled in the chair next to us. “You alive?”

I blinked before looking up. “Did I zone out again?”

Tommy nodded his head. I always had this problem of zoning out a lot, sometimes it happened so my brain could escape reality, and other times it happened because it was just fun to create my own world. I smiled slightly, staring back at my spot in the floor. Nikki held a small mirror with a line of code to melt face and waved it around.

“You wanna bump y/n?” Nikki had a laughing tone.

“Yeah,” I said taking the mirror from with enough sass for him to notice, but not enough to mess up the little line. I held the straw up to my nose and snorted. It immediately rushed through my veins. I sighed in relief, and passed the mirror to Vince who had the bag of coke. I stood up grabbing my pack of cigarettes. Tommy noticed my sluggish mood and shot up. He came up to me and put his arm over my shoulder.

“Can I come with?” He asked, a new bottle of jack in his hand.

“You don’t need to ask t-bone,” I laughed and rolled my eyes a bit.

He laughed with me and we walked out, my arm was around his waist and we were both stumbling around everywhere. We laughed because we both ran in the door. Tommy really knew how to cheer people up without even trying. Vince and Mick were laughing because they noticed but Nikki had a deadpan in his face. But The coke and weed started to really kick in, and I wasn’t worried about a single thing anymore. Me and Tommy continued to stumble down the hall, laughing loudly, I had even snorted, earning the annoyed stare of groupies and men.

“Dude you are totally high,” Tommy said.

“Yeah no fucking shit Sherlock,” I laughed.

The hallway seemed very long, Tommy and I walking for seemed like forever. Just as we were about to walk out of the door, Tommy spotted a chick. His eyes scanned over her like a fat kid looks at a chocolate cake. I already knew what was about to happen.

“Y/n,” he stopped in his tracks. “I have to go tap that real fast,”

“Go ahead man I’ll see you later,” I said, even though I didn’t admit it, I once again felt like shit. I understood that this is just how the guys were, but it was like a knife to the back constantly having people leave me for someone or something else.

I continued walking down the hallway to the door, finally pushing it open. The crisp cold air felt extremely relieving, the was slight rainfall, pellets of water hitting the pavement. I always enjoyed being outside, wether I was in nature or not. I sat on the curb, pulling out a cigarette. The door opened, and out came Mick. I gave him a slight smile and handed him a cigarette as well. He sat on the curb next to me with a slight groan.

“You know,” Mick grabbed my zippo from my fingers. “You’re gonna have to tell him eventually.”

I blew out the inhale of smoke that was held my lungs and looked at him. “Tell him what?” I questioned him.

“Don’t play dumb y/n.” He said taking a drag from the long white death stick.

“How the hell do you know?” I looked at him dumbfounded.

“It’s not that hard to see,” Mick started. “Everyone can see it, you look at him likes he’s pure gold.

“To me he is,” I admit, puffing my cig again. “There’s something so relatable in him. I understand why he is the way he is. I mean fuck, 90 percent of the time I just want to take care of him, I wanna hug him real tight and tell him I’m proud of him.”

Mick laughed.

“What’s funny?” I asked.

“You’re clearly in love,” he took a drag. “I think you should tell him.”

“Why would I?” I snorted. “There’s nothing in me that he could possibly want. I mean have you seen the other girls he goes for? I’m nothing like them.”

“That may be true,” Mick nodded. “But that isn’t bad. Nikki for sure has the same feelings. He stares at you the exact same way as you stare at him.”

“Then why haven’t I noticed?” I roll my eyes, putting my hands on my hips.

“Because you’re stupid.” Mick says, throwing his cigarette butt on the ground.

I punched his arm. “I am not.”

“You sure are y/n, now I’m gonna go back inside, are you gonna come or are you gonna sit out here and sulk all night.” Mick got up.

“Sulk out here,” I laughed.

“Okay,” Mick walked back inside.

Mick was such an interesting old man. He’s completely dead silent one minute, and the next minute he’s like some all seeing powerful guy. Finally I had a second to relax, be in my thoughts for a bit. My cigarette was finished, so I threw it in the ground and grabbed out another.

What Mick said earlier really stuck with me. He stares at you the exact way you stare at him.

I wanted to laugh right in Mick’a face when he said that. Nikki has a new girl on his arm every day, there’s nothing he sees in me. I continued to smoke my cigarette, eventually deciding to stop thinking about Nikki. I couldn't stop though, I mean I was flat out in love with the guy. My thoughts were halted when the man himself walked out. I smiled.

"Hey Nikki." I smiled a little wider.

"Hey Y/n," He sat down next to me, grabbing a cigarette from the pack.

"Shouldn't you be in there with all those sexy ladies of yours," I asked nudging his shoulder.

"Nah," He laughed slightly. "It was getting to suffocating out here. You know you've been sitting out here for like an hour right?"

Holy shit, no I did not know that

"No shit," I said. "Really?"

"Yeah man," He said lighting it.

My heart twinged at the name, at this point I just wanted to go home. I was feeling not as intoxicated, but instead more exhausted and sad than anything. I was over the after party. I got up, and dusted my ass off. I picked up the pack, and my lighter, shoving back into my purse.

"Hey where you going?" Nikki asked.

"Home," I said in an obvious tone, turning around.

Nikki stood up, his platform boots making him tower over me.

"Can I come?" Nikki asked, taking another drag of his cigarette.

"I guess yea." I replied, pulling out my car keys. I was kind of upset, as much as I loved being around Nikki, my extreme love for him has dragged down my spirit.

We walked to my car, Nikki leaning into the passenger side. Neither one of us talked. This was a regular occurrence though. Nikki constantly stayed at my house when he was feeling overwhelmed by the band, or the girls. I even let him have a few drawers in my dresser for his clothes. I turned up the stereo, only sightly, the international 70s rock hits played softly in the back round. I lived about thirty minutes away from the arena, so hopefully the music would make it go by quicker. After a few minutes, Nikki turned down the radio all the way. I looked at him for a second.

"What was that for man?" I asked, my eyes back on the road.

"I wanted to talk to you," He said cautiously.

"Oh that can never be good," I laughed.

"I'm serious." He said. "You've been off, disassociating more. You do that when you're stressed and sad."

"Don't worry about me Nikki," I forced a sad smile. "I'm totally fine."

"Don't lie Y/n," He said laying his hand on top of mine which was rested on the shifter. My breath halted for a second.

"If I'm being honest," I started hesitantly. "I've been stressed, with work, and my mental health, I'm just overwhelmed. Life man, you know?"

He nodded. "Is that it?"

"Well," I had to make up some story, just see what he'd do. "You remember how I told you about the new guy at the bar. How he's really sweet and all?"

Nikki replied with a short yeah.

"Well, I think I've caught feelings. But he normally doesn't go for girls like me, I know it for a fact. He's pretty set in his ways."

I swear I could see Nikki's shoulder tense up.

"What do you mean girls like you?" Nikki questioned.

"You know," I sighed. "Fat girls, me, ugly girls, also me. He goes for fit sexy women."

"What?" He said offended. "Y/n, you're gorgeous. And not fat, a little chubby, but that's not bad. Lots of guys like a little pudge. They aren't called love handles for a reason."

My heart sank.

"You're just saying that," I forced back a tear.

"No," He said. "I genuinely mean it, you're a very pretty girl, any guy would be lucky to have you. Besides you know how to take care of people, you're totally smart, and you're funny. If this guy doesn't see that, he's an idiot."

"Thank you Nikki," I monotoned.

We pulled into my drive away. I was immediately relieved by the smell of my home. Nikki took off his platforms, still managing to tower over me. We walked into my room, spreading out across the clean area. He walked over to the dresser, grabbing a shirt and some shorts. I sat on my bed, pulling a joint out of my bed side table while Nikki changed in the bathroom. I sparked it, taking a long drag out of it. I sighed, my eyes starting to tear up. Nikki walked back into my room, immediately noticing my eyes. He said nothing and just climbed into my bed, grabbing the joint and taking a drag. I had always hoped one day he'd just kiss me straight up. He taped out the joint knowing I had just lit it.

Nikki pulled me onto his chest, I started to cry uncontrollably. I didn't know why I was letting myself be so vulnerable. Not that he hadn't seen my like this, but it was still embarrassing. His hand rubbed up and down my arm. We had often cuddled like this, though I'm sure Nikki though nothing of it.

"Y/n," he said still rubbing my arm.

"Yeah," I said into his chest, sniffling.

"I love you," He said quietly.

"I love you too," I replied.

He leaned up, slightly turning to face me, I did the same.

"No like," He stopped for a second. "I love you."

"Nikki you really need to go to bed," I laughed it off refusing to believe him. "You're getting extremely tired."

"Y/n, please listen." He stared into my eyes.

"You can't love me," I frowned. "There's nothing in me for you to love."

“What the hell does that mean?” He cocked his head to the side. “Of course there is.”

I snorted.

“I’m fat, and I’m ugly. You could have anyone you want Nikki.”

“But I want you.” He stood up. “I want YOU y/n. You’ve always been here for me, you were there when I tried calling my died, you were there when I stabbed myself to escape my mom. You’ve been with me. None of the other chicks have done anything for me. I’d pick you over them any day.”

I was starting to tear up.

“I just don’t want you to regret being with me,” I started to cry again.

Nikki quickly walked over to me. He bragged my hip, and gently put his hand on my face.

“I’d never in a million years regret being with you.” He looked me in the eye. “I really really do love you. I can only hope you feel the same.”

I moved pushed him back slightly.

“Of course I love you back idiot,” I giggled.

He moved his lips to mine, his moth felt like fire burning against mine. Of course I’ve already had my fair share with kisses with people but this was different. There was something behind it. Our lips moved in sync slowly, Nikki pulling closer. We parted for a second.

“Be my girlfriend,” Nikki said quietly.

“That sounds nice,” I smiled as wide as my face could handle.

I guess I was wrong, maybe Nikki actually did love me. Only time can tell.

THE END

I hope you guys enjoyed it!!

#Nikki Sixx #Nikki sixx x reader #mötley Crüe #Motley Crue #motleycruefanfic #mötley crüe fanfic #motley crue imagine #nikki sixx imagine

[fefe-ig]

I had an idea coming from this

Code vein (men) x reader hcs

no pronoun reader

stealing their jackets!

Also gonna do cv women too another time

Louis

-hes a gentlemen abt it actually

-does not mind at all

-probs doesnt notice lmao

-actually offers is before it gets stolen (from you)

-ig how i think of bbg louis hes a very gentle and idk flustery kind of men

-when he notices hes like wowie and his face goes red

:3

Yakumo

-this man.

-i see him as the biggest flirt of them all so the second he notices hes like

"oh?" or idk a chuckly with a cheeky smile

-lol

-yakumo is very how do i put it

-he acts like the man he is

-chivalry like the guy who opens the door for a women or putting the coat down on a puddle or begging a women to step on him

-gentlemeny

Jack

-doesnt care but notices

(i cant write abt this guy bc i hate him/ havent played code vein in so long lol)

-uh uh

-he notices ig but doesnt say a whole lot about it :shrug emoji:

i was abouta do davis but i realized i know nothing about him :(

#code vein headcanons #code vein x reader

[king-bee-sting]

Hi!! I was wondering whether you've got any headcanons for how Io, Louis and Jack (code vein) would kiss and hug their respective s/o? P/s: Hope the day ahead of you treats ya well!! Stay safe ����

Format: Headcanons

Pairing(s): Io, Louis, Jack

Warnings: None

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Hug & Kiss Headcanons

If she were to kiss, it'd actually be a little unsure and lost

She doesn't really even fully understand the concept of romantic relationships

To recieve one, she's rather unresponsive

Confused, wondering why you did that

After explaining to her in vivid detail to sate her curiosity, she would soon grow into putting more emotion in

Her hugs a very much the same way

But once she realizes how nice they feel, she'd hug a lot more

And the more she does them, the warmer they get

"Like this?"

"Is this alright?"

Yes

Yes Io youre doing great sweetie

You can tell exactly how he feels by the way he kisses

He's great at hiding his emotions, but he cannot help but let them show through his actions

If he's content, they're soft and delicate

If he's happy, they have a bit more pep to them

If he's sad, they're slow and deep

Of course though he'd get embarrassed if you kiss him in front of the others

His hugs a very soft

He loves to gently cradle your body close to his

When he has intrusive thoughts that get him down, he adores being held

To curl into his partner's chest and have them thread their fingers though his hair

Oh this man knows how to kiss

No way a man as pretty as this has had no action

Much like Louis, it's easier to tell how he's feeling by the way he kisses

But unlike Louis, they're a bit more rough

There's no hesitation in his actions

If he expects a kiss to happen, it will

But don't mistake him

He still gives soft kisses

His hugs are softer than his kisses suprisingly

He prefers to be a shield for his partner, protecting them from the darkness in the world

Totally doesn't stroke his ego when his partner snuggles into his chest

He's a fancy man

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[fortune-fool02]

A Moment of Peace

Jack Rutherford x female reader

Requested by: @flyingdeathpuppy

Please enjoy.

A soft sigh escaped [Name]’s lips as she closed the door behind her, holding the towel tightly around her body as she made her way over to the hot spring. The warmth of the steam dancing in the air brushed against her exposed skin, making goosebumps run along her body.

Slowly, she lowered herself into the hot spring, feeling the hot water tingle against her skin lightly before fading. Her back rested against the side of the spring, supporting her as she leaned her head back a little. [Eye colour] orbs closed as she felt the thin tendrils of steam brush their fingers past her face; all the stress and worry of the day drifting away as nothing but a distant concern. 

Her lips tugged into a relaxed smile. This was what she needed, a moment to herself alone. No Louis fussing over work. No Yakamo making silly jokes about random things. Not that [Name] disliked them, it was the opposite actually. Ever since she awoke, she felt lost. Her mind was nothing but a barren field where her memories should have been. 

The faces of her family and friends she had before, nothing was left. Not even a glimpse of her mother’s hair or her father’s eyes. Did she have any siblings? Were any of her friends alive? Where did she grow up? She could walk past them and be none the wiser of them.

The only clue she had to her past -before Queen’s Operation- was Jack. When they encountered him in the cathedral, he looked at her as if he was seeing a ghost of someone important to him. She had tried to search the darkness of her mind for anything and found nothing. So, when he agreed to join their little group, [Name] almost begged him to tell her anything he could about her. Who she was as a person, her past, anything. 

And the first thing he told her: “You and I were committed together, in a relationship.” To say she was shocked was a bit of an understatement. That one sentence had knocked her on her backside. There was no denying that Jack had a charm about him but she never would have believed they were a couple if she didn’t see the fondness in his eyes when he told her. 

She was pulled from her thoughts by the sound of the door opening. She turned to see Jack approaching the hot spring, a towel around his lower half. His gaze fell on her and his visible eye widened slightly. 

“Oh, I didn’t realise you were here.” he spoke loud enough for her to hear him, “I can come back later if you want.” [Name] shook her head at that. In truth, she could use some company. 

“It’s alright, Jack. This is a public place, after all.” He nodded at her words and continued to approach. It wasn’t often that Jack would use the hot spring when others are there, usually waiting until everyone was either out or asleep before relaxing in the waters. However, [Name] was an exception to him. 

He took a seat in the hot spring, keeping a respectable distance between her and him. Ever since he told her of their past relationship, he has felt an... awkwardness between them of sorts. He has wanted nothing more than to hold her close, like he used to whenever they finished a mission, and now he had to restrain himself. 

[Name] did not remember him the way he remembered her. Where his vision is clear, hers if blinded by a fog; and he wanted to help guide her through the fog and into the light. Yet, [Name] was lost and he couldn’t reach for her. 

Jack lowered his head at the thoughts, thin threads of sorrow tugging at his chest. If only they had been more careful when defeating the Queen then maybe [Name] would never have started to frenzy and... 

His thoughts were cut off by the sound of water moving, he looked to see [Name] sitting closer to him, a light smile on her lips. That same smile that he would fight hordes of Lost to see again, the ambition to see her happy pushing him to walk away from each and every battle alive. 

“Jack,” she said, her voice soft as she spoke. “I may not remember what we had before. But I want to, I really do.” she lowered her head slightly before looking back up at him, their eyes locking. “Can... Could you show me, please?” 

Even after all they have been through, she still wished to be by his side? Jack couldn’t recall the last time he felt joy sweep through his body the way it did at that moment. His lips lifting into a soft smile, the smile he only ever let her see.

“Of course.” he whispered. His hand gently cupping her cheek as he leaned in, pressing his lips against her softly. He gave her a moment to adjust, seeing if she was comfortable with this or not and always giving her the chance to pull away if she wished. He was not going to force anything upon her if she didn’t want it, he was not that kind of person. 

She didn’t pull away. In fact, she deepened the kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck, feeling the affection that flowed through the kiss swarm her body, swirling around her heart and encasing it in a loving hold. For a second, she and he were not sitting in the hot spring, they were laying together in a bed; his arms holding her with such care as if she would be snatched away from him if he didn’t hold her. 

For the first time ever since awakening with the barren field of emptiness where her memories should have been, [Name] felt like she belonged there. The feeling of being in Jack’s arms felt right, like when you connected two puzzle pieces together and they fit perfectly. Made for each other. That was the only way she could describe it. 

And for Jack, having [Name] in his arms again, feeling her lips against his, it was truly worth all the pain, blood and tears spilt. 

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[genshin-and-code-vein-hellhole]

Jack and Yakumo hcs?(if you only do one Jack only is perfectly fine! Also nsfw is welcomed)

Jack HCs

(I'll do Jack's first, then Yakumo on a separate post)

His brooding, stoic persona is mostly a front. When he's alone with those he trusts and truly cares for (such as Eva or s/o), he actually smiles quite a bit.

Never drinks any of the finer alcohol he finds or is gifted. I think he would have a shelf for all his fancy, well aged alcohol. Yakumo has 100% raided his collection while drunk, and he prays that Jack never finds out.

Jack is very cold all the time. He doesn't really react on it, but if someone were to touch him, he almost feels like ice. Eva tried to swaddle him in blankets once, but he refused to stay put.

That being said, he really like huddling near warmth. If theres a fire nearby, and the Lost are are cleared out, he always takes a moment to warm up.

He's an extremely light sleeper. The sound of a pin dropping is enough to wake him up. He also has trouble sleeping in general, so once he's up, he's up for a while.

Surprisingly a good singer. He and Eva duet from time to time when he's sure they're completely alone.

He's not cuddly, but if s/o or Eva hug him or dote on him, he enjoys it and won't push them away. He gets kinda prickly and bitchy though, but that's just to keep up appearances.

Was definitely a fuck boi before becoming a revenant. He knows what he's doing but it's been a while.

He's pretty average sized. Just right, actually. long enough to reach all the sweet spots and thick enough for you to feel it after.

Power bottom Jack. I will die on this hill. He loves for his s/o to be on top, not only because he loves that he gets such a good view, but he also loves to pull them down on him while he thrusts up.

Definitely a praiser. He's probably pretty romantic when he wants to be, so he whispers sweet nothings to you when he can.

While he is usually rough in bed, he's pretty vanilla for the most part. He's willing to experiment, but if it makes either of you at all uncomfy, its gonna be a hard no.

#code vein x reader #jack

[shiinonomee]

🧡 and 🌺 for my man jack pls? 🥺

[Well, with those puppy dog eyes how could I ever say no? Thanks for requesting! 💖]

🧡 How do they confess that they like someone?

Jack’s a really blunt guy, and he’s seen too much to waste time being shy

He won’t be too sentimental about it

He sees how easily one can be lost to the harsh world inside the Gaol of the Mist, if he feels something for you, he’s gonna say so

Whatever joy one can find is worth grasping at—especially when it helps keep you sane

He’ll definitely look you in the eye and tell it like it is

He’s a successor, and on top of that he watches over all the other ones—so he’ll tell you how you make the burden easier to bare, and how he wants to keep you by his side

If you’ll have him, that is

He can’t promise it’ll be easy—but he can promise to stick by you and be whatever you need him to be

Your admission that you feel the same has him on top of the world—he’ll give you a little smile and hold you close

🌺 Do they like to tease their significant other?

Jack is surprisingly fond of flustering you

Any sly little comment to bring a blush to your face will do

Although he can be blunt and gruff, he’s surprisingly soft in this area

If you do or say anything embarrassing, expect to hear little references to it for days at least

Little cheeky comments and smirks when you least expect it

He appreciates some back-and-forth, too, if you’re the sassy type

He finds you’re reactions adorable no matter what they are, and he likes cute things—if those cute things are you

It’s always in good fun, though, if you ever ask him to stop he will

There’re always other ways to make you blush

#code vein #jack rutherford #jack rutheford x reader #headcanons #requests #anonymous #asks

[rarecanons]

What kind of lover is: Jack Rutherford

• Jack is the type of guy who looks like he would be the daddy type, but no, he’s a teddy bear that doesn’t show it to someone unless they are really close to him.

• Won’t flirt outwardly or even tell you anything outright, but if you’re alone, he will open up quite a bit. Including a bit of teasing.

• Like, you two are the last to leave, guess who’s going to pinch your butt on the way without looking back? Yup, it’s Jack, acting like nothing happened.

• Doesn’t mind going out and doing things together, but a lot of times he would just prefer to stay inside, chat, and probably hold you a bit as he talks.

• He like to see everyone happy, which is why he will always check in and make sure everyone’s ok. But, this still leaves out on what he’s feeling.

• Jack would also need someone to help him if something happened to Eva.

• He would also be open to a relationship with someone along with Eva. Love you both regardless of anything.

• Not to mention be protective AF, like full on back hand someone if he needs to.

• Like, No one hurts my wives/husband and wife, NO ONE.

#code vein #headcanon #imagine #jack rutherford #jack x reader #code vein jack #code vein x reader #code vein headcanon #code vein imagine

[andromedasuira]

"I'm sure you'll beat it. I believe in you."

"Ugh, we're finally back." You grumbled and opened the door to the base.

"You worked hard today. Good job." Jack came in soon after and shut the door with a slight slam. You dragged your feet slowly as you went to put your weapon and veil away.

Who would've thought that coming back to the cocoon of the Delirium Butterfly might be a bad idea. You were supposed to scout the area for more possible routes, but you and Jack got ambushed by a huge group of Lost. You somehow managed to fend them off just to decide to cut the trip short later on.

You wanted to bring back some good news but all you got were sore arms, couple of scratches and some blood beads from the spring behind the cocoon. You growled as you flopped yourself on the couch, not tired at all.

"Hey, you're laying in my spot. Move it." You opened one eye only to see Jack with two glasses of brandy you gave him about a week back. Slowly sitting up, you grabbed the glass and took a drink. Yeah, that felt better. You got so used to drinking with him it made you calm down a bit. You sighed.

"Let's go there again tomorrow. We know how many will be there so that should make it easier to kill them."

"That sounds like a decent plan. Don't forget our goal, though." Jack took a sip and placed the glass on the table.

"Anyways, that spider on your shoulder is your new friend?" His slightly sarcastic words made you freeze.

"W-what..? A s-spider..?" You weren't scared of anything - darkness, the Lost, heights.. But then there is an exception. That one single exception could make you stab yourself with a stake or jump out of the window just to get away from it.

Your biggest fear were spiders.

"Kyaaaaa..!" You shrieked like you were about to die. Jack had to cover his ears so he wouldn't go deaf. You started swatting your shoulder and running around. As hilarious as that sounds, you thought something different. You ran straight into the hot springs, not caring about your clothes, and jumped into the water to make sure the spider wasn't on you anymore. As you came back above the water, your eyes met with shocked crimson ones.

"(Y-Y/N), what are you doing..?! Are you okay?!" Only now it started to hit you how weird that must've looked.

"Hey, umm, sorry, Louis. I'll explain later, but now I should probably go.." Rubbing your head nervously, you got up and left, leaving behind a very confused Louis. After coming into your room, you changed into something dry and flopped face-first into the soft mattress of your bed.

"Ughhh, dying sounds really good right now.." You mumbled as you moved your face into the pillow.

"No, it doesn't. Anyways, (Y/N), you're afraid of spiders, right?"

"Yeah no shit Jack." You turned towards his voice, not phased by his sudden appearance at all.

"Still better to ask, although I think you showed enough evidence to safely conclude so." Jack said sarcastically, totally indifferent about your attitude. You two were so used to each other your mood swings couldn't move either of you.

Over the time, you two developed a special bond. Starting in operation Queenslayer, you two were always compatible, be it your personalities or your fight styles. After saving Eva, this bond deepened even more. You've become so dear to Jack you probably surpassed Eva, even if only a little bit. He treasured you and tried to take care of both your body and your soul, but he was really careful to not make anyone suspicious. He didn't want to show that he had a weak spot for you.

"I don't think it's anything to be ashamed of. We are all afraid of something. The only difference is the thing we're scared of."

Jack sat on the bed and started caressing your hair. His touch made you relax. You huffed, letting out some steam out of your system. It was rare for him to show affection, be it in front of others or just when you two were by yourselves.

"You're awfully kind to me today. Did I do something..?" You eyed him curiously.

"Well, it's not like I get to see you afraid often. In fact, I haven't seen fear in your eyes for a long time." He mentally sighed. This probably came out wrong.

"Heh, well, I did my best to hide it as long as I could." Chuckling to yourself, you smiled at him sweetly. He didn't expect that. The blush that crawled on his face was almost invisible. Neither of you realised how close he's gotten to you. He leaned in and kisses your forehead slightly.

He froze. What did he.. did he just.. he couldn't have.. right..? He looked at you, visibly shocked by his own behaviour. Your face was now tomato red and your eyes looked like saucers.

"I.. I'm sorry, I should probably go now. You should rest for a bit." He got up quickly and headed straight for the door. He stopped and glanced back before opening the door.

"You'll beat it."

"Huh..? What do you mean..?"

"Your fear - I'm sure you'll beat it. I believe in you." He said in a serious tone. Your eyes met for a split second.

"Of course. I won't let it stop me." You said, now serious as well.

"Good." That last word made you smile to yourself. As he left, you cuddled back into your pillow, now covering yourself with a blanket.

He believes in you. Your smile grew wider as your eyes fluttered shut and you drifted off to sleep.

~~~BONUS~~~

"Is (Y/N) okay..? The last moment I saw her, she looked like she's seen a ghost." Louis was still unsure what happened to make you act like that.

"Not sure, but the shrieking woke me up and now I can't seem to fall asleep again.." Yakumo rubbed his eyes, still half asleep from his disrupted nap.

"No use thinking about it anymore. It seems like Jack has taken care of it." Eva joined the two on the couch while Jack came out of your room, clearly satisfied with himself.

"Let's leave him alone for now. We can ask (Y/N) about it later. " Eva chuckled and continued to chatter with them.

It seems like you'll have a lot to explaining to do.

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[artemiseamoon]

The Sour taste of Revenge

Agent Whiskey x f reader (code name: Agent Sherry)

Words: 812 | Credit to GIF makers | link to NEW taglist form below

Warnings: angst, revenge, mention of a death, blood, and a weapon, some fluffy moments sprinkled in

Prompts: “ I haven't seen you in days'' + “”Hey, look at me. Focus on me alright?”

You expected it to feel better than this. The brief fleeting moment of unmeasurable joy quickly dropped, transforming to something else; something heavy. Putting the key in the lock, you turn the door, noticing right away the light is already on in your apartment.

You quickly reach for your gun and hold it in position as you cautiously step into the house.

“No need for that now, it’s just me.”

The familiar voice and thick accent meet your ears, causing you to lower the gun. Adrenaline is still pumping in your veins as you close the door behind you. It's in the living room where you find him, sitting on your couch with his famous hat on the coffee table.

“How’d you get a key?” You ask as you reholster the gun.

Whiskey sits up, “I haven't seen you in days'' His tone is serious, his eyes filled with worry.

“I had something to take care of,” you sat across from him on the other couch. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“Agent Sherry, you can’t just go disappearing’ like that.”

“I don’t care what Champ has to say about it -”

He interrupts you, more passion evident in his voice, “ forget Champ, it's not about that. You have people who care about you!” His voice rises then falls, “I care about you.”

His confession makes you pause, words fail to come to your lips. Your feelings about Whiskey were complicated to say the least and you figured the best thing to do was store them away. Though his words land in your heart and spark a joy in your gut, you can’t help but feel distracted.

Your hands were clean, but you could still feel the blood on them. You stand by what you did and don’t feel bad for the asshole, this heaviness was something else, something deeper and you were feeling far from romantic right now. Of all the times Whiskey could have said something, this was not ideal. You close your eyes and take a deep breath in.

You hear Whiskey stand and walk over to where you are. He sits beside you. Suddenly, everything you’ve been holding down rushes to the surface. You break down, unable to repress it anymore.

Acting quickly, Whiskey gently wraps his arm around your shoulder and touches your cheek with his free hand.

“Hey, look at me. Focus on me alright?”

You sniffle and open your eyes, observing him through the tears.

“I know all too well the call of revenge. Seductive, consuming, satisfying. But it never lasts, sometimes, it feels worse after.”

You don’t even question how he knows. You kept a level of privacy with everyone at work, and were not prone to announcing your plans. But you learned over the last year Whiskey was more intuitive than people gave him credit for.

He continues, his eyes steady on yours, “Avenging the death of your partner, your teammate is an honorable thing. Now, you just have to learn to move past this, the sour feeling,” he touches his own chest, “if not, it will consume you.”

Sobbing, you lower your head. When you joined the Statesmen you didn't expect to meet your best friend, Agent Rye was like the big brother you never had. You were paired up, he was your mentor and you both quickly became family. Whiskey was already there when you arrived and knew Rye well. His death was widely felt by many at headquarters.

You nod slowly, taking in his words. In the last three months since Rye’s death all you've felt was anger, rage, and loneliness. You’ve felt this way for so long, you didn’t know if you could feel better. But something in Whiskey's words, and presence, feel refreshing. Like a little dose of hope rubs off on you.

You wipe your tears and look at Whiskey, “Jack?”

His eyes go wide with surprise, you always call him Whiskey. “Yes?”

“Thank you.” You smile warmly and sink back into the couch. Jack stays still, paying close attention to you. Letting your eyes fall closed, you rest a hand on the couch between your bodies. The other on your thigh. “Remind me to get an answer out of you about the key,” you pause and listen to his amused chuckle, “and another thing,”

You open your eyes and look at him. He briefly looks down, noticing when you turn your hand palm side up. He hesitates a moment then places his hand in yours.

“I care about you too,” you confess. The relief washing over his expression is enough to make you smile, “ let's have a re-do when I don't feel like shit.”

“It's a date.” He nods and claps his hand over yours. Whiskey brings his lips to the back of your hand and plants a kiss there. “Should I go?”

“No, stay. Can we just sit here like this for a while?”

“Absolutely.” He replies.

You close your eyes again and rest your head against the couch. Whiskey, still holding your hand, does the same.

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[pascalpanic]

‘Nilla Bean (Agent Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x gn!Reader)

Summary: A cowboy in your coffee shop is not the way you’d expected your morning to go, but you’re not complaining; especially not when he’s as attractive as he is.

W/C: 2.1k

Warnings: talk of food/eating, brief allusions to alcohol, lots of flirting, sexual innuendos, I think there’s like a single use of fuck

A/N: okay I’ve been thinking about this FOREVER but I finally went ahead and wrote it!!! hope u guys like it, I’m a sucker for a coffee shop AU as a barista myself :) thx @theteddylupinexperience for helping me name it and motivating me to write it lol

When you started your shift this morning, you’d groaned as you tied the apron around your waist, expecting an uneventful day. Most were. If you were lucky enough to see someone you knew or to have an especially nice customer, you’d consider it a good day. You didn’t know when you walked in that it would be the good day to end all good days: nothing could top this one.

Weekday mornings in the fall aren’t particularly busy. The majority of your customers come around the morning rush, and the remaining ones are usually retirees or house-spouses and their young children. It’s enjoyable, days like these, that don’t require you to dash about the shop.

The only problem, really, is having nothing to do. You clean the coffee grinder, wipe down tables, wipe down everything else, then do it all again. Restocking, usually an endless chore, isn’t even an option; no one’s using anything in the first place. You and your coworkers chat, deep-cleaning the coolers, washing the blender stations, and doing the dirty work. When a customer comes, you’re the lucky one who gets to go take their order and put your task on hold first.

It seems like you’ve done every task twice, even when your manager introduces yet another idea for you to deal with. To bide your time, you prep coffee for later, rearrange the case of pretty little pastries that sits next to your register, and doodle on your station with a paint pen, humming to the soft music playing in the shop.

People come and go, some picking up mobile orders and some ordering from you, some choosing to eat inside and some taking their food to go. You sip your drink happily between customers- a white mocha with caramel.

At one point, you’re in the back and washing dishes when a coworker peeks his head into the back. “Hey, you got someone up front!” He informs you, and you nod and wander out through the swinging doors.

Well. That’s certainly a sight for a Tuesday morning.

The man standing at the register is wearing a painfully well-tailored suit jacket, with gray tweed and patches on the elbows. Beneath it is a white top and a black tie, and the man wears jeans on the bottom half. Interesting.

Perhaps more interesting is the large cowboy hat perched atop his head. The man’s face, below the brim of his Stetson, is incredibly handsome. He has an aquiline nose, a neatly trimmed mustache that wouldn’t work on anyone else, and warm brown eyes that make you smile softly.

“Hi,” you comment as you log into the register. “Are you a part of our rewards program?” You ask as part of your regular spiel.

The man furrows his brow then shakes his head. “Uh, no. No I’m not. Can you sign me up now?” He asks, and his voice makes your chest flutter with the tone. It’s rich and smooth, with a beautiful southern twang.

Looking at your register and back at him, you shake your head. “It’s just an app on your smartphone, really easy,” you tell him.

“Ah, damn,” he groans and pulls it from his pocket. “I’m shit with technology. Why don’t you just… type it in here?” He says, handing you his phone with a notes page open. His thick fingers accidentally lock the phone as he hands it to you.

You tap the screen to wake it and find the background to be a picture of a cute little pig all covered in mud. “Uh, you locked it,” you chuckle. “What’s the password?”

The man looks down shyly. “1-2-3-4. Don’t make fun’a me, I’m like a grandpa with these newfangled phones.”

It’s endearing, you have to admit, and it makes you giggle. “Not a problem. I’m not here to chide you on your security choices,” you shrug. You type in the code and find the app, starting the download for him before handing back his phone. “Can I get a name to start your order?” You ask as you look up at him.

His eyes hold a warmth there, radiating off of his smile. “Whiskey.”

“Your mother named you Whiskey?” You tease as you type in the name, returning back to the main page of beverages. “Some kind of legal name.”

The man shakes his head. “Nah, that’s just what I go by at work.”

Whiskey likes conversation, you notice, and it makes you chuckle a little. “You got a real name then?” You ask him, raising an eyebrow beneath your visor.

The man tips his hat. “Jack Daniels, at your service.” He says and offers you a hand, which you take and shake.

“That’s a lie. You’re telling me your nickname is Whiskey and your real name is a type of whiskey?”

The man shrugs. “My momma had a real funny sense of humor, I guess. My daddy loved the booze so they went with it. I work for Statesman, so I suppose it’s fitting.”

“Ah, the distillery,” you nod with a smile, not grasping the depth of what Statesman actually does. How could you? “Well then, Jack,” you say with an honest grin on your face. “What can I get you to drink?”

Whiskey, Jack, whatever his name is, looks up at the menu, scanning the different beverages. “Well. That sure is a lot of choices. I’m new to the area, so I don’t know the menu yet, and I don’t know the first thing about coffee other than how to make it in a machine,” he admits to you. “What would you recommend, sugar?”

Sugar. Your heart beats a million times faster at the man’s words. You’ve had lots of weird and creepy men call you different things, but you’ve never been flustered and enjoyed it. This man is getting to you, quickly. “Well, how strong do you take your coffee?”

He thinks about that for a second, fiddling with the button on his suit jacket. “Pretty strong. A little sweet, with cream. I usually take it Irish style,” he admits with a chuckle, tapping a belt buckle that you realize is a tiny flask. Jesus. That’s not cheesy.

“Well, we don’t serve alcohol,” you laugh and look down at your screen. “We have all kinds of flavors.” You list them all off, off the top of your head, now staring at the ceiling to recite them all. “And our seasonal drink is pumpkin spice.”

The man raises an eyebrow. “Wonderful and all, but what do you like? You seem like you’ve got a good taste, darlin’, tell me what you’d recommend.”

God, these names are going right to where they shouldn’t, especially not when this handsome man is leaning on your counter and flirting with you as he orders his coffee. “I like vanilla.” You shrug.

The man laughs and stands. “I hate to say it, sugar, but I’m not a very vanilla man,” he says, his head tilting down and his dark, sultry eyes peeking out at you from just below the brim. His voice is seductive, implying something else other than the flavor.

Oh fuck. “Oh, not like that,” you laugh as your face floods with warm blood, anxiety coursing through your veins. “Not vanilla in that way.” Fuck, that’s even worse, you think and grip the counter so as to not physically cringe at your words.

“Not like that, huh?” His words are still so seductive and flirtatious it makes you want to combust. Maybe you will, if he keeps this going.

“N-no,” you stammer, looking down at the menu screen again. “I mean, I just think it’s underrated. People dismiss it as boring, but it’s really just as interesting of a flavor as anything else. It tastes really good with our espresso.”

Jack tilts his head to the side, a smirk on his face. His lip pokes out just slightly to wet his lips and you shiver involuntarily, your skin pricking up all across your body. God, you hope he can’t see it. “I’ll trust you on it, ‘nilla bean,” the man drawls and stands up straight again. “Triple espresso with vanilla and cream.”

You nod and ring that in. God, if he keeps going with the nicknames, you’re going to melt into a puddle here and now.

“What are these?” He asks as his fingers trace over the drawings on the counter, lifting them and finding the pink and green powder of the dried paint has transferred to his fingertips.

God, he makes you nervous, but in a good way. In the best way possible, a way that makes you want to knock that cowboy hat off his head and find out if his lips are as soft as they look. “I draw when I’m bored. It’s been a slow day,” you chuckle as your own fingers trace the crawling vines and flowers you’d painted there. “Sorry about the transfer,” you chuckle and your fingertips brush his, making you involuntarily shudder again at the contact. His fingertips are calloused and radiate warmth.  “Uh, can I get you anything to eat?” You ask and gesture at the bakery case.

The man inspects it for a moment, looking at the various foods lined up under the soft white light. “I’ll take one’a these,” he says and pokes a finger towards the chocolate chip cookies through the glass. You nod and take one out for him, putting it in a little paper sleeve and handing it over. “How much is this gonna hurt my wallet?” He asks, pulling it out from the back pocket of his jeans.

“Give me one second.” You type in your code for your employee discount, which takes a moment.

“What’re you typin’ there, ‘nilla bean?” He asks, brow furrowing.

Looking up at him, you push your visor up your face and smile a little. “Oh, I’m giving you my employee discount. It’s ridiculously priced here.”

Jack frowns. “You don’t have to do that for me, sugar. I’m just a regular ol’ customer.”

It’s your chance, you realize, to say something or stay silent forever. “Well, I like you,” you admit and take the credit card he hands you, swiping it through the machine. “And I’m hoping you’ll at least become a regular. I’d like to see you more,” you tell him with a grin.

The man’s face lights up, even beneath the shadow of his brim. “I’d like that too,” he nods and pockets his card when you hand it back.

A beat of silence passes as the two of you smile at each other, both of you lovestruck immediately. “Uh, your drink will be right up over there,” you say and nod to the other end of the café. “Are you going to drink that here or take it to go?” You ask.

“Oh, here,” he nods.

“Perfect,” you say with a small smile. “Then I’ll just bring it to you when it’s ready. Nothing better to do today,” you shrug and wander down to the other end before Jack, Whiskey, whatever can refute you.

You take the cup from your coworker, humming to yourself as you put some vanilla and cream in the cup, pulling the espresso shots. When it’s ready, it barely reaches the halfway mark of the small cup, so you top it with a little whipped cream. You suspect the man has more of a sweet tooth than he lets on.

Pocketing a pink paint marker, you put a lid on the drink and walk out to the dining room, setting the coffee down across from him. He’s munching on the cookie he’d ordered, looking up at you with unintentional puppy dog eyes. “Hey there.”

“Hi,” you smile and pull out the chair across from him, sitting down and pulling out the paint pen. “I put a little extra whipped cream on top. I thought it would go well with the espresso, make it a little creamier or something.”

As you uncap the paint pen, Jack’s brow furrows as he watches you. “Whatcha doing there?” He asks as you bring his cup closer to yourself and write something on the top.

“Being brave,” you chuckle and cap the pen, sliding it back. “I gotta head back. Enjoy it,” you say as you stand and pat him on the shoulder.

Only as you walk back to the register does Whiskey comprehend exactly what you put on the top of his cup. It’s your phone number, in that chalky pink paint, and a smiley face beneath it.

Jack may not be great with technology, like he told you, but he immediately pulls out his phone and takes a photo. Then he enters the number into a contact, filling out the name: ‘Nilla Bean.

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jack x FEM reader

hcs ig

gonna be short too 

-okay so dating this man is sorta difficult

-i see him as tsundere ig 

- he will SOMETIMES make you dinner lunch snacs etc etc 

- hes not a big person on PDA but yk he sometimes like it

-will poke at ur height even if ur taller than him LIKE 

-A GOOD KISSER ISTG

-oka y thanks it ig request if you want more

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I would absolutely adore it if I could get some headcanons for Louis, Yakumo, and Jack with s/o who likes giving them some headpats/rubs? I’m in the mood for some soft stuff rn

Format: Headcanons

Pairing(s): Louis, Yakumo, Jack

Warnings: None

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S/O Who Enjoys Giving Headpats

He'd be a little put off at first for sure

But once you start threading your fingers throigh his hair, massaging his scalp, even playing with hair

He's immediately fond of it

Would be a little too awkward and embarassed to ask for it though

But you've gotten better at detecting his subtle hints and now it's become a favourite past time of yours to mess with his head while he does his research

Yakumo:

Oho man!

Would immediately verbally and physically say how much he likes it

"Hey, that's pretty cute! Keep going!"

An absolute chad

Would not hesitate to ask for some too

When he gets back from an outing, you can expect him to plop his head right into your lap

With a dumb grin

Jack:

Probably the most offputting of the three

He's not a touchy feely man

As well as a war dog

He's not that affectionate, giving and recieving

But after a long days hard work

Beaten and bloodied

Worked to the bone

He's not one to complain should you pet his head in the comforts of your room

Please cradle his skull in your arms and whisper how proud you are of him

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The Hunter

Jack Rutherford x female reader

This is just a tester to see if I can write Jack Rutherford’s character from Code Vein (Amazing game). I’m not sure if I will continue writing for him but it all depends.

Feedback is appreciated please. Please enjoy.

The Hunter. A person or animal that hunts. A killer that seeks out its prey and slaughters it without mercy. That was what Jack was known as. A shadow that many revenants feared to cross. And truthfully, he did not care. Why should he care what revenants think of him?

Shadows shrouded him as he watched a handful of Lost wander aimlessly for food, some fighting over some scrapes of a corpse that was more bone than flesh. This was what became of the once thriving city, nothing but a skeleton of what it was once. Disappointment tugged at him. As Jack turned away to leave, he heard something. A scream. His head turned towards the direction of the sound to see a small child sprinting with all their might as a handful of Lost chased after them. 

His grip of his sword tightened, normally Jack would turn away from this as he had Eva to take care of but something clawed at him to save this child. Using the roofs as an advantage point, Jack followed after them, a shadow gliding among the darkness. 

The small girl had reached a dead end within the park, the collapsed ledge falling down into an abyss that no one has escaped; once fallen they are never seen again. She turned away from the drop to see the Lost surrounding her, fear radiated off of her the way hunger radiated from the Lost that cornered her. Tears welled in her eyes, she was trapped. 

Just as Jack was about to leap from the shadows and attack, another figure beat him to it, seeming to materialise from the air with her weapon drawn to strike. The first Lost crumbled to ash, followed by a second one before the remaining could register what happened. This second figure -a [Hair colour] female- was fluent with her movements, almost bouncing one her feet to avoid the Lost’s attacks now that they have recovered from the little shock. 

Determination was burned into her face, even from his distance and through her filter mask, Jack could see it clear as day. However, despite her fluent movements and powerful strikes, she was still outnumbered. A shift of movement caught Jack’s attention, he turned to see the child watching the [Hair colour] woman fight, oblivious to the two Lost crawling from the cliff’s edge behind her. 

His sword drawn, Jack emerged from the shadows and brought his blade down on the Lost’s head, kicking its corpse off the ledge before decapitating the second one. The small girl, who also had [Hair colour] hair, looked up at him with admiration swirling around in her eyes. Jack didn’t stay to examine the girl as the older [Hair colour] one was knocked to the ground, her weapon kicked away from her as a Lost pinned her down, attempting to rip at her throat. 

In a swift movement, Jack’s blade sliced through the Lost’s neck, removing its head and forcing its body off of her. The remaining Lost were already nothing but dust. This woman was stronger than she appeared but she was outnumbered. She would have died if not for him. Her and the small girl. 

Before either of them could react, one final Lost leaped from ledge, its claws aiming for Jack’s head, ready to rip it from his shoulders when a yell was heard. [Name]’s weapon came swinging down onto the Lost’s head before Jack could slice his blade, shattering its skull against the ground and crumbling to dust. Beside where the Lost once was, was the small girl clutching onto the weapon the older woman was using. 

Jack was surprised. This young child, not even a teen, saw the danger before he did and terminated it, saving his life.  

Her [Eye colour] eyes locked onto his exposed eye, the determination that fuelled her fight remained present though it was calm, like a wildfire being tamed and controlled into a soft, gentle candle. No rage, no anger, just a soft warmth of light to comfort one. She tore her gaze away from him when the small girl spoke. 

“[Name]!” the small girl lept into the older girl’s -[Name]’s- arms, wrapping them around her tightly as if the Lost would return and snatched her away from her. [Name] held onto the child with just as much love, a protective hold. At this little display, it was safe to assume they were sisters, that and their resemblance.    

“Amelia, I’m so glad you’re okay.” [Name] said, her hold tightening on the young girl but not enough to harm her. “I thought I lost you for a moment.” Amelia pulled away enough to look at her older sister. 

“You nearly did, but then he saved me.” she rose her hand and pointed at Jack. [Name]’s gaze returned to him, taking in his appearance properly before her [Eye colour] orbs widened. Suddenly, she pulled her sister behind her, shielding her from him. 

“H-Hunter.” She lowered her head to him, bowing in an apologetic manner as if she had committed a great crime and wished for forgiveness. “Please, d-don’t hurt my sister. We didn’t mean to trouble you.” As she spoke, Jack tilted his head slightly. She has heard the tales of him, how he killed friend or foe without mercy. Amelia’s eyes glanced between her sister and him, seeming to struggle to understand her sister’s fear but not questioning it. 

Slowly, [Name] reached into a small pouch on her side, pulling out a Blood Bead and holding it out for him. This action surprised him somewhat. She was willing to sacrifice a Blood Bead in hopes that he would not harm them?

His hand rested on the Blood Bead and pushed it back towards her, earning a confused yet shocked look from her. “Keep it. You will need it more than I do.” he said to her. His gaze fell to Amelia who looked up at him with an innocent look he has not seen in this place for a long time. It... reminded him of Eva, in a way. 

“You just saved my life, Amelia.” He rose his hand and patted her [Hair colour] locks a little, making the little girl smile. He turned to [Name], picking her weapon up and handing it to her. She reached out and grabbed the handle but he didn’t release his grip. 

“Be careful out here. A place like this is nowhere for a young child.” she looked down slightly and he released his hold on her weapon. 

“I know. We were looking for a safe place to rest when the Lost attacked. I tried to protect Amelia but there were so many, so I told her to run.” Jack noticed how the small girl hugged her sister from the side. She fought to protect her little sister, willing to risk life and limb to keep her safe. Something he understood all too well. 

“There’s a place you can go. They’ll take you in without question.” he told her. He rose his hand and pointed towards the church where Louis and his friends had taken refuge. “There’s a church a few miles that way. Ask for Louis and tell him I sent you. He will take you in.” [Name] looked in the direction he pointed, a chance for a security for her little sister. No more running around for a safe place. 

She turned to him, “Thank you so, so much Hunter.” his lips twitched under his mask at this. A warmth brushed at his skin at that look in her [Eye colour] eyes. 

“My name is Jack Rutherford.” he told her before disappearing in a small mist of red. 

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𝑪𝑶𝑫𝑬 𝑽𝑬𝑰𝑵 𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑻𝑺

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having sex in the hot springs

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