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jamiedryssnail · 4 months

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Safe now

Love of my Life Au

Warnings : fighting, swearing, underage drinking, and attempted SA

He was 6,1 and on the hockey team guys knew to keep clear of him and his girl. Obviously he is the biggest sweetheart but if you didn’t know this well then good luck because he can be intimidating when he wants to.

He always has a need to hold her, go to the bathroom with her, get her drinks so they don’t get spiked. He is protective but he knows he needs to be because you don’t know what types you get at big parties like this.

He also knows that all the hockey boys will look out for each others girls. Madi especially I mean she is practically hockey royalty and they are all like her older brothers. There is also the factor that her brothers would kill you if anything happened to her. Now if you think Rutger looks intimidating try her three NHL player brothers Quinn, Jack, and Luke.

Mads was not drinking at all just Coke Zero for her. She is a very serious athlete and her mum Ellen always said athletes don’t drink in the season. This came as more of a suggestion to her brothers ( jack ) but she took it to heart. Always wanting to perform her best and not take any chances of being sick, dehydrated, or tired.

Hence why Rut thought it was fine for her to go to the bathroom by herself. She hadn’t been drinking and the bathroom was in view from we’re they were standing, talking to Mark and Ethan. “Just meet me right back here as soon as you are done” he noted as he was very cautious of his girl. “It’s one of the biggest parties of the year who knows who is here mads, ok” he says making his point clear.

If it was any other party he would have been fine and more at ease. But Michigan had just won the rose bowl so it was hectic and everyone was there drunk off their asses. He had heard of many cases at parties like this of girls getting spiked or assaulted by guys. “Ok baby I’ll be quick, then maybe we could head home yeah” she said in a suggestive tone. Mads wondered off into the crowd seeing the huge line for the bathroom. There had to be at least twelve people ahead of her.

As she waited in the line she saw Dylan duke her long time best friend. “Dyl, we’re have you been all night” she asked knowing just why he had been preoccupied. “Oh shut up she is pretty ok and she thinks I’m hot” “Sure, Dylan” she joked.

As they chit chatted she gave rut a little wave before he looked away smiling re entering the conversation he was having.

“Oh my god what are these people doing in the bathroom” She exclaimed obviously busting to pee. “Mads don’t wait in this queue just go upstairs, it’s what I’ve been using”. Dylan says directing her

Unsure Madi made her way upstairs passing a few couples that couldn’t seem to wait til they got home to get with each other. As she made her way to the top she looked in a few rooms for a free bathroom. Accidentally walking in on a few couples getting at it she got a few ‘what the hell’s’ and ‘do you minds’. She finally found a free one and quickly used it.

Quickly using it and then touching up her makeup for the night ahead with rut she opened the door ready to go downstairs. As she started walking out she saw a guy she had never seen before looking directly at her. “Hey Mads right?” He asked “It’s Madison.” She said sternly trying to get out of there as soon as possible. She so did not feel like having a conversation with a gross stranger who obviously just wanted to get in her pants. Mads tried to exit but he grabbed her arm and whispered in her ear “ I don’t really care what your name is or how you say it you have a decent rack so you better shut the fuck up” Madi then trying to scream and kick her way out causing some kind of attention.

The guy put her hand over her mouth and dragged her back into the bathroom locking the door. She tried to fight back but he wasn’t budging instead hitting her in the face making her drowsy. She kept trying to push him away but he was a big dude and was to strong.

As she felt the blood start drip down from the top of her face she couldn’t help but cry.

Rutgers Pov,

“Hey has anyone seen Mads”

He had been asking everyone at the party for the last ten minutes.

“Rut hey dude mads just went to the toilet upstairs”

“Alone are you fucking with me” he said fuming at Dylan for even thinking that was ok. Rutger knows what guys are like and he was ready to beat the shit out of anyone.

Rutger rushed upstairs and searched everywhere to find one bathroom door locked. He banged on it then to hear Madi’s soft pleas to stop and get off her.

“Open up you asshole” Rutger screamed he swore the whole party had heard him but he didn’t care, he just wanted to hold mads. Luckily the guy had only just locked the door so nothing major had happened.

Finally the guy opened up the door expecting some guy who drank to much beer and needed the restroom. Before he knew it there was a guy jumping on him punching him repeatedly until he had blood all over his face. “Fucking touch her again and I’ll fucking kill you” he yelled like someone had died. Luca and Dylan seeing this run to pull Rut off the guy, then something catches ruts eyes. Madi standing frail and scared a few feet away. He goes to hold her and then sees blood. She has a cut on her upper eyebrow.

“You son of a bitch you laid hands on my girl” Rutger yells knowing he can’t do anything because he has to hold mads. “Oh fuck off as if you’d be dating her if she wasn’t a Hughes and didn’t have a rack”. Then the guy spoke up again “she’s a slut you know what have ur hooker looking girlfriend”. At this point Rutger was beyond pissed he couldn’t believe his ears.

“Fucking say it again I dare you” “As if you’d be dating her if she wasn’t a Hughes and didn’t have a rack she’s a good hit admit it” Rutger then decided to leave it until he heard a “Yea go have my sloppy seconds I got to her first tonight” and with that the guy was almost passed out on the floor from another hit. Luca lunges to towards him telling him to leave before they call the cops.

“Oh my girl you poor thing come here” rut says to mads. “I’m sorry for not being there I’m horrible” he whispers. “No Rut you were there don’t blame yourself for others actions, please baby”. Madi said

Rutger and Mads slowly walk down stairs trying to exit the house and get back to someone’s dorm. He did not let go of her at all after that. Finally finding the front yard Rutger picks her up and puts her in his car. “Oh sweet girl I’m never going to let anyone hurt you again”.

When they get to Madi’s dorm Rutger grabs the first aid kit Madi uses to clean him up after he gets into fights at games. He carefully dabs a cotton bud and some disinfectant oil for her cut. He then fixes himself up knowing his girl is to tired to do it for him like usual.

Rutger helps madi out of her little dress and into one of her (his) shirts and his boxers. He can’t help at smile at his beautiful girl almost drowning in his clothes.

After they both get into comfy clothes they find themselves cuddled up in bundles of blankets and pillows holding each other. Rutger is just happy she is safe now, and when I tell you he will never let her go again i mean never. He is walking her to and from every class, holding her tightly at parties, and taking her to her training. Anyway let’s just say Rut is content but also not looking forward to her brothers finding out especially jack.

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wildrangers · 1 year

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Can This Be a Real Thing, Can It? // Jack Hughes

Word Count: 2.4K

Summary: As lines become blurry, you seek answers from Jack.

Warnings: Cursing, resolved angst, lots of fluff

You weren’t surprised when a knock sounded from your door, despite the late hour. Secretly, you’d been hoping he’d come after the plane landed like he had been for weeks now. You set aside the book you’d been reading and padded to your front door, revealing an exhausted-looking Jack.

“Does it feel as bad as it looked?” you asked in greeting, taking in his swollen lip.

“Probably feels worse” he admitted, pulling you close. You wrapped your arms around his middle, breathing in the scent of him.

“Would ice help?” you asked, your voice muffled by the fabric of his sweatshirt.

“No but a kiss would” he replied and you rolled your eyes as you pulled away.

“You’re kidding me.”

“Why would be I be kidding? I’ve missed you.”

“And I’ve missed you but it looks like it hurts you to talk, let alone for me to touch your mouth” you grimaced, eyeing him skeptically.

He pouted at you, looking all the more pathetic with his fat lip. “Fine, we’re icing it first though, go sit down on the couch” you sighed and he quickly did as commanded.

You heard his soft voice greet your cat, Piper, who you assumed was making herself at home on his lap. The little cheat loved him way more than she did you. After wrapping a few ice cubes in a soft towel, you made your way to the living room, watching him coo lovingly at your cat. You smiled at the scene until his own lips spread into a grin and you saw the gap.

“Holy shit, you lost a tooth!” you gasped, nudging Piper over so you could sit beside him, your legs settling over his lap.

“I don’t want to talk about it” he groaned, laying his head on the back of your couch.

“It’s cute” you said, surprised to find you meant it. Your compliment just earned you a glare though so you gently placed the ice on his mouth, a wince of pain overtaking his features. His eyes closed as a comfortable silence settled around you both, broken only by Piper purring on his other side.

As you watched his face slowly relax as the ice numbed his pain, you couldn’t help but note how domestic this scene felt. Jack, you, and your cat curled up on the couch after a roadie with you tending to his injury. If only you actually knew what the two of you were, maybe then you’d feel as relaxed as Jack looked.

***

You two had met at the team’s unofficial Halloween party, at the invitation of your neighbor Dawson. You really were closer with his girlfriend, but you all hung out sometimes so you accepted the invite. As soon as Dawson introduced you two, you were done for. You would do just about anything to earn one of his genuine smiles, the kind that lit up his whole face. You two spent most of that night chatting and you couldn’t believe how quickly time flew.

But you were swamped with school and he was busy with the team. Over the next couple months, you two slowly became good friends, meeting up when you could but mostly Facetiming or texting. Until New Year’s Eve anyway.

Nico’s apartment was noisy but you two had tucked yourselves into a back room, clearly not meant for guests but at least you two could actually talk.

“You’re fucking with me” you laughed, wiping tears from your eyes.

“I swear to God, he ripped the braces right off my teeth” he grinned and you lost your breath altogether as he continued describing it. As you tried to get your breathing under control, you rested your head on his shoulder without a second thought. It felt only natural when his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you even closer.

This was one of your favorite things about being with Jack. You two had great conversations but silence never felt awkward. Lost in your thoughts, you almost didn’t hear the rest of the party counting down to midnight down the hall. As they got to single digits, you moved from your spot on his shoulder to see him already staring at you intently. You held his gaze until you couldn’t fight your eyes dropping down to his mouth and back up again, willing him to make a move.

As the countdown neared its end, your heart was pounding in your chest and nerves twisted your stomach. While the group outside cheered, he leaned in, his lips finally meting yours. You couldn’t describe how you felt in that moment—all you could remember was how your lips locked together like puzzle pieces, his hands falling to the curve of your waist like they’d been molded to fit that exact spot.

You thought that moment would change your relationship and, in some ways, it did. He’d pulled away with that shit eating grin of his as he led you back to the party. You two hung out a lot more after that, almost always at your place. At first that confused you, but as time went on you wondered if it was because so many of the guys lived in his building and he didn’t want them to see you. Not that you thought he was ashamed of you but rather that he wanted to keep it lowkey. Which you could do, honest.

***

Seriously, for months that was what it was. When he had an off day or you had a light school week, you two were more than friends. Otherwise, you chatted like you had been, very little changing between you two. Right when you fully accepted the reality of the situation was the first night that he showed up at your door late one night.

You’d been just about to go to bed when you heard a knock. You assumed it was at your neighbor’s door until your phone vibrated beside you. Are you up? followed by another knock at what you now realized was your door. Rage flew through you—you could do casual, fine. But to show up announced with a ‘you up’ text? Unacceptable. As you pulled the door open to tell him just that, you stopped when you saw how deflated he looked.

“I’m sorry, I know I have no right to just show up like this” he said, sad blue eyes meeting yours.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, worry flooding your chest.

“It’s not even that big of a deal, we just lost the game and I had a shit night and all I could think was that I wanted to see you. I should have at least called or something, I mean—oh shit, it’s Tuesday, isn’t it? You have your 8AM class tomorrow morning, I’ll go, I’m—.”

You’d cut off his rambling by grabbing his hand and pulling him into your apartment. “Look, I don’t mind if you stay but I am seriously exhausted so if you came here for any kind of action, you’re in for some disappointment.”

“Seriously, I just wanted to be with you” he insisted and you gave him a doubtful look. “I mean, if you’d offered, I wouldn’t have said no but that wasn’t my intention.”

You took in the slope of his shoulders, the way he was folded into himself in a way that was so un-Jack-like, and believed him.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you asked softly and he nearly collapsed into you in response, arms wrapped tightly around your waist, his head buried in your neck. You two stayed like that for a while, the tension in his back slowly releasing as you held him.

“Don’t know what there is to say” he finally mumbled, “I totally blew it tonight.”

You shook your head as you gently pushed him back to cup his face in your hands, thumbs brushing over his cheeks. “Jack, you are one person. You’re allowed a bad night. So, let’s get you some pajamas and into bed and you can tell me all about it, yeah?”

He nodded glumly and you pulled him towards you, your hands staying on his cheeks as your lips met. This kiss was different from any you’d shared. He normally took charge, his confidence bleeding into every aspect of who he was. But tonight, he kissed you tentatively, slow and sweet in a way that didn’t set your heart aflame but instead made it settle down in your chest. It had felt vulnerable and real and like the start of something new.

***

A little over a month later, you returned to the present moment. He came over after most games now, celebrating the wins and seeking comfort after losses. But still, no labels, no discussion of what you two were. Suddenly, the absurdity of it hit you—you were giving this man your all without even knowing if he still just thought of you two as friends with benefits.

With that thought, you took his hand, placed it over yours that had been holding the ice in place and stood up, turning your back to him.

“Where you going pretty lady?” he asked quietly. Normally, a line that silly would earn him an eye roll and a giggle. Tonight, you just wondered over to the windows, taking in the city below you.

“Y/N?” he asked again and you took deep breaths trying to get your thoughts in order. The long pause must have made him nervous because you heard him sit up.

“Jack, what are we doing?”

“Well, right this moment, you’re making me nervous” he admitted and you sighed, turning to face him.

“Jack, seriously, I need you to be honest with me.”

“About what? I don’t understand what’s happening right now, we’ve done this so many times.”

“Exactly, Jack! We have done this countless times and yet I have no idea what your intentions are. Every step of the way, I’ve thought ‘Well, it must be happening for real now’ but no, that was just stupid wishing on my part if you don’t even know what I’m asking you” you replied, turning back to face the window. You’d be damned if he saw you cry.

You were met with the first awkward silence you two had ever shared and you shook your head at yourself—you should have known better. Lost in your thoughts, you jumped slightly when his hands landed on your shoulders, gently turning you around. You let him, and he buried his face in your neck like that first late night he’d come to you see, seeking comfort after a loss. You allowed yourself to enjoy his presence for a moment before lightly pushing him back.

“I need you to tell me what we are, Jack.”

“That’s what I’m trying to do” he sighed in frustration, running his hands through his hair, confused eyes meeting your own.

“No, you’re not saying anything! You’re just holding me, like you always do.”

“Exactly!” he snapped and you flinched back slightly; he’d never raised his voice before and it startled you. “When I have a bad day or game, I come here because you always know how to make me feel less shitty. When I have the best day or a great game, I want to share it with you because you make me that much happier. Fuck, I’ve been a goner for you since Halloween for god’s sake! I don’t understand how you don’t know that.”

“Because you’ve never said it, Jack!”

“Neither have you!”

That response made you pause and quickly sort through your memories only to find he was right—you hadn’t said anything either, allowing you two to float in this gray space the whole time.

“When you didn’t say anything, I just assumed you wanted it this way. Every time I pushed to get closer, you let me but only so far. So, I just left it alone” he said much more quietly, avoiding your gaze.

You sighed, leaning in to rest your head against his chest. You hadn’t even realized you’d done it—just like he said, whenever you felt any emotion intensely, you wanted to share it with him. After a moment’s pause, you felt his hand gently tangle in your hair as he rested his chin on the top of your head.

“We’ve been stupid, haven’t we?” he muttered and you laughed, pulling away to look up at him.

“Yeah, I’d say so” you agreed. “I just never wanted to push you so I left it and then got mad when you did the same. I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry too” he whispered, tracing your lips with shaky fingers. You couldn’t remember a time he seemed nervous or unsure but if his quivering hands didn’t prove it, the searching look in his eyes certainly did. “Can we do this now? The right way?”

Your heart tripped at the slight crack in his voice and you nodded, “Yes, please.”

That earned you a grin, albeit one tooth short. His hands, a bit more sure of themselves now, cupped your face as he pulled you to him. Your lips met and you took great care to be gentle even though you desperately wanted to claim him, pull him into you as much as you could. But within 30 seconds, you felt him flinch as you accidentally hit a sore sport so you pulled away.

“I guess the kiss didn’t help as much as you thought it would” you teased.

“I mean, it did just not physically” he admitted and you laughed. You laced your hands behind his neck, pulling him down to place a kiss on his forehead.

“My poor baby boy” you cooed and he swatted you away as you laughed again.

“You swear you don’t think I look dumb with this stupid gap?” he asked shyly.

“I thwear it” you promised earnestly and he grabbed your sides, throwing you onto the couch before tickling you ruthlessly.

“Can’t make fun of me if you can’t talk” he smirked, triumphant, as you wiggled helplessly beneath him.

“I yield, I yield!” you gasped out and he stopped. Piper had long since abandoned you two so you laid out fully on the couch, trying to catch your breath. Jack laid himself on top of you, resting his head on your chest as his arms snaked around you. You absently ran your hands through his hair, lightly massaging his scalp.

“Jack?” you started softly, not wanting to break the peaceful silence.

“Hmm?”

“Do you think you’ll leave your teeth like that?”

“Fuck no.”

A/N: I hope y'all enjoyed, I wrote this one in a couple of hours but I wanted to get it out before Game 4 tomorrow. Please let me know what you think and I hope you enjoyed :)

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myosotisa · 1 year

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Flip the Switch - s.h.

Steve Harrington x fem!Reader

ǁ a/n: tonight's entry to horny poker was deemed post-worthy. so may I present: switch!Steve, the breeding kink experience

ǁ tags: unprotected p in v, breeding kink, begging, praise and degradation, cockwarming, switch!Steve, switch!Reader, afab Reader, no plot none at all

ǁ word count: 900

Steve is a whining, whimpering mess beneath you. His thick biceps flex beside his ears as he white knuckles his fists in the pillows above his head. You told him not to touch you and he was doing so good, but you also told him not to move, and he was doing less good with that one.

“Stevie, baby,” just hearing your purr had his cock twitching inside you, his head arching back so the tendons in his neck grew taut. “You gotta keep your hips still or I’ll have to leave you like this.”

“Please, please, pleasepleaseplease, I’m sorry baby, you just feel so – nguh – good. I can’t help it.” And he sounds so pathetic, hips twitching under where you’re sat flush with his pelvis. “I wanna give it to you, want to cum inside just like you asked, I’ll do anything, I swea–” He cuts off in a groan when you begin to slowly roll your hips over his again.

“Gonna play nice and fill me up?” His swollen lips part in a gasp, head lifting to look down at where you continue your leisurely grind to stimulate your clit along the curly hair at the base of his cock. You lean forward, blocking his view but replacing it with your tits pressed to his sweaty chest and your lips brushing against his own. “Fuck me dumb on your thick cock, make me your little cumslut?”

He keens a high pitched whine, his back arching off the bed and his fingers twisting into the pillows despite his hips staying dutifully still.

“Please baby, just give me the word, I will fuck you ‘til you can’t see straight, you’ll be leaking my cum for days, I swear to god, just please let me.” He presses his lips to yours desperately, panting into your mouth and biting at your lips, completely lost in his desire. Just how you like him. Drooling and stuttering and hips twitching as they beg to buck up into you.

A pleased smile stretches your lips, giving him another open-mouthed kiss, before pulling back. “You promise?” He answers with more whispered pleas directly into your mouth, promising you anything if you just let him take over. You pretend to ponder it for a few more moments, hips circling even slower as he groans in the back of his throat. “Alright handsome, show me what you got.”

It takes milliseconds for his fingers to press bruises into your waist, a laugh tearing from your throat when the world spins until you’re on your back. The laugh is quickly cut off by a moan when he starts to jack hammer his hips into yours, wasting no time in hooking your leg up to fuck you deeper.

Sweat drips down from the tip of his nose onto your stomach from the exertion, heavy balls slapping against the backs of your thighs. “You’ve done it now, baby. I’m gonna fuck you til it takes – til you’re stuffed full of my cum, even if it’s all fucking night. And we’re not gonna waste a single – fucking – drop.”

The speed and pressure he is ramming into your cervix with has your eyes crossing and blurring with tears; the pleasure and pain swapping wires, mixing signals, and getting jumbled up into one big wave of fuck yes. Now, on your back with Steve fucking into you like his life depends on it, it’s your turn to beg. “Yes baby, I want – shit – I want all of it. Please, I’m ready, want it right now.”

“Right now?” His grin is vicious, using the arm below your knee to fold you further. “After all that time you made me wait, and you want it now?”

Your past, as in actual minutes ago, comes back to haunt you swiftly. He hits home 5 more times, scrambling your brain and keeping you from grasping on to a good reason for him to give in. “I gave you what you wanted, you give me what I want.”

The leg under his arm comes up to his shoulder, that hand pressing down to hold himself up, so his other hand can skate up your sweaty body – short nails dragging from your belly button, along your sternum, between your tits, dancing on your collarbones, and settling into a loose necklace at the base of your throat. “You really think you’re in a position to make demands, pretty girl?”

“Puh-lease,” you gasp when his pelvis drags across your clit, the pool of boiling honey between your hips rolling into a swirl that threatens to pull you straight under. “You promised!”

He moans, loud and long, drawing his swollen lower lip between his teeth. “I did promise, didn’t I?” You nod feverishly, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes as each thrust knocks a puff of air out of you. “Alright, my sweet, pretty, desperate cumslut. I’ll give it to you,” a shuddering breath leaves him, his eyes struggling to stay open when your pussy flutters around him.

“Keep milking me just like that, baby. I’ll give you my all. Fuck my cum nice and deep, plug your pretty pussy up. Let you warm my cock until I’m ready go again.” The thought makes you lose it, back bowing and crying out. He just smiles, lightly squeezing the base of your throat. “Again, and again, and again. Until you can’t feel your beautiful, quivering legs anymore. As many times as it takes.”

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itsjusthockey · 1 year

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45 Days - Jack Hughes Blurb

Here is a little blurb, hope you enjoy. Send in requests and message me. I love talking to you guys

wc: 1,317 (credit to gifmaker)

Part 2

“Jack, I swear to god.” You hiss, smacking your boyfriend away from your suitcase as he throws out the T-shirt you had nicely folded for the third time.

“What?” He yelps, stepping back to avoid your attack, putting his hands up in surrender.

“Seriously, J, take another step towards my bag, and I’m gonna lock you in the closet.” You fold the shirt again and stick it into the waiting suitcase.

You feel his burning stare on your back as you continue packing your things, both wishing desperately that you could delay the inevitable but knowing that no matter how much you hate it, your college life has to continue, and you have to leave.

You hear him softly sigh behind you, and you don’t have the heart to turn around, knowing his face will hold that pouty look that will make you miss your flight. Instead, you stay silent, packing your shirts and moving onto your pants.

After a minute or two in silence, you hear Jack shuffle behind you, moving toward his closet and rustling around for a few seconds before emerging back into the bedroom.

“Do you want to trade in?” He asks, holding out a couple of clothing items to you.

A small smile plays on your lips as you grab the new clothes and hand him back a few of his other clothes that had kept you comfortable for the month you were apart. It’s just a few things, which may be really cliche, but every time you’re together, you rotate them out because he knows it makes you feel better when you’re apart.

You stuff the remaining clothes into your already full suitcase and close it, but not before you feel a pair of arms snake around your waist, interrupting your motion.

“I think I got it,” Jack says, scanning over your suitcase. “We get rid of the clothes, and with enough strategy, I think I could fit myself in here.”

Before he even finishes, laughter bursts from your lips. “Yeah, I’m sure TSA would love that.”

You turn to face him in his arms, and even though the idea is ridiculous, you wouldn’t put it past him to try to attempt it.

“J, it’s only for a month and a half; we’ve done worse.”

He shakes his head, “Why don’t you just cancel your flight? Stay a few more days.”

His offer is tempting, but you know that if you don’t leave today, you’ll never escape his hold.

“As much as I’d love that, some of us have school.” You tease, pushing your fingers through his hair, messing it up.

He rolls his eyes to the ceiling and pulls you further into his body.

“I hate that my girlfriend is so studious. Why did I get the one who resists my offer of skip days?”

You shove him away from you as he laughs, “You and I both know I have had too many skip days because of you. Besides, the sooner I go to school, the sooner I graduate.”

He smirks at your graduation statement and leans toward you. “And then?”

This time you smirk. “And then, I can find a really awesome boyfriend who doesn’t distract me from a flight that is supposed to leave in an hour.”

His face falls for not even a second before tackling you onto the bed and tickling your sides.

“What was that? Huh? Another boyfriend?” He says in between breaths while you’re shrieking with laughter, trying to push him off you.

After a minute of torture, he gives up and lays his entire weight on you, and you immediately relent and accept his love. He is always incredibly clingy during these times, but you’ll take all of it. So, you begin to rub his back and relish the feeling of being here with him, savoring the touch you’re about to go without for over a month.

“What am I gonna do without you?” Jack whispers after a minute, “I seriously don’t think I can do it.”

You think momentarily before you lift his face out of your neck, forcing him to look at you.

“Forty-five days, J, and then it’s summer. Then, you’ll be sick of me.”

He rolls his eyes and drops his head back down, mumbling, “I’m never sick of you,” into your neck.

“I know, but distance makes the heart grow fonder.” You try to joke.

He responds by snorting, lifting himself off of you, and pulling you up with him.

“How about this-“

“Jack, I can’t sta-“

“Shhhh (Y/N), just hear me out.”

You give him a pointed look and fold your arms before you, waiting for him to continue.

“We cancel your flight, you stay forever, and I provide for us.”

After about thirty more attempts to get you to stay, which include fake tears, Jack trying to get your flight canceled, your bags are packed in his Range Rover, and you're flying down the highway toward the airport. Neither of you speaks; instead, listen to your shared playlist and watch the city of New Jersey fly by.

As you turn onto the street that leads to the airport, you take a deep breath and try to steady your heavy heart as Jack throws the car in park and hops out.

You’re quick to follow as he pulls your bags out and sets them down in front of you, not daring to look into your eyes. It isn’t until you softly whisper his name that he finally looks at you.

“Forty-five days, J.” You pull him toward you, quickly kissing his cheek.

“I know; I’m already counting down.” He finally lets a small smile play on his lips.

You glance at your watch and see that time, quite literally, is running out, so you pull him back in one more time, connecting your lips.

You stay there for a second, and you feel him chase after your lips when you begin to pull away, and he grips your waist hard, not letting you move an inch.

“Jack, you gotta let me go.”

He does, nodding sadly and unwillingly kissing you once more for a goodbye. He watches as you quickly do a little bag check and make sure you have everything. Once you’re confident, you sling your bag over your head and flash him one last smile, turning toward the door and walking through it.

He watches as you walk through the door and away from him; his heart is taken with you. You turn one last time, waving and blowing a kiss in his direction. He catches it, puts it in his pocket, and gives you one last smile.

He watches until you disappear from sight, following your movements and wishing ever so slightly that your lives are different. He wishes you didn’t have school, he wishes he didn’t have hockey, and he wishes above else that you could be together. He shakes his head as if to shake away the thoughts and knows he’s taking up a busy parking space.

He is soon back in his car, driving home, and the world seems slightly less bright than before. It’s not long before he is home, and he sees that his apartment is way too empty for his liking. So he calls his teammates, and soon enough, he getting ready to meet them for dinner, anything to distract himself that you’re gone.

He begins to get ready, changing into a sweatshirt that you’d traded in, one of his favorites that now smells like you, and as if on cue, his phone buzzes with a text from you.

Try not to miss me too much, loser. I love you.

He smiles at the message, sends a snarky response back, and puts a very special timer on his phone. Forty-five days until he sees you again, and he’s counting down every second.

#hockey #hockey boys #hockey imagine #hockey x reader #imagine #nhl imagine #nhl x reader #hockey fic #jack hughes #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes x reader #new jersey devils #nhl hockey #nj devils #hockey blurbs #nhl fic #original story #myblurbs

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livesincerely · 4 months

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squirming outta my skin (i'm in love with you) ch.1 - prologue: one helluva first meeting

AKA, the cheerleading fic. Also on Ao3

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The team hasn’t even gotten through their first set of ladders before Albert sidles up to him, scowling darkly.

“Heads up,” he says, jerking his chin over towards the sidelines. “DeLancey’s fucking with the cheer team again.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Jack groans, turning away from the field to look.

Sure enough, Oscar’s making a complete ass of himself as usual, leering creepily at the cheer squad while they try to warm up. Even as Jack watches, he lets out an obnoxious wolf whistle, reaching out to tug at one girl’s skirt, then laughing meanly when she darts away.

“Where’s Coach?” Jack asks, already exhausted.

“Hell if I know,” Albert grunts. “Enrichment meeting or some shit, probably.”

“Of course he is,” Jack sighs. He tears off his helmet, wiping the sweat from his brow. “Keep an eye on everyone, will ya?” he tells Albert. “I’ll handle Oscar.”

“Yeah, sure,” Albert says, clapping him on the back. “Good fucking luck, man.”

One of the other cheerleaders—a male cheerleader, who ushers his teammate behind him with a protective arm—is already chewing DeLancey out before Jack’s even made it halfway across the field, clearly furious.

“—picking on freshman now?” Jack hears as he jogs over, the cheerleader’s tone utterly frigid. “That’s pretty pathetic, even for you, DeLancey.”

“Aw, don’t get your panties in such a twist, Jacobs. It’s just a joke, no harm done—“

“Oh, there’s gonna be some harm done when I kick your fucking teeth in you piece of shit⁠—”

“Hey!” Jack shouts as he approaches. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, DeLancey? You’re supposed to be running drills, not harassing the cheer team. Get back on the field.”

“This is your last warning, DeLancey,” the cheerleader—Jacobs—continues, not paying Jack a single whit of attention. “Keep your filthy hands to yourself and leave us alone.”

“Or, what, Jacobs?” DeLancey sneers, the prick, crossing his arms over his chest. “You gonna shake your pom poms at me?”

“Hey!” Jack cuts in firmly, because if he doesn’t, this Jacobs guy might actually tear DeLancey a new asshole. “Oscar, get back on the field. Now.”

Jacobs glances towards him then, and for a split second, all Jack can think is blue. He’s got eyes like the summer sky, vivid and vibrant and vicious, made all the more striking by the dark curls that fall across his forehead and the angry flush blooming high in his cheeks. But his gaze only lingers for a moment, those piercing eyes swinging back towards DeLancey, who’s proving that he’s just as stupid as he looks by lingering instead of beating a hasty retreat.

“I’m not going to tell you again,” Jacobs says, his voice hard. “Because I can and will kick your ass up and down the fifty yard line if I have to, but I’d hate to embarrass you in front of your teammates.” He pins DeLancey with a look of incredible disdain, then amends, “Not that you need any help in that department.”

“Oh, yeah?” DeLancey says, taking an angry step forward, his face starting to turn an ugly shade of red. “I’d like to see you try.”

“No,” Jacobs says, with a smile that’s all teeth. “You really wouldn’t.”

“DeLancey!” Jack barks, absolutely fed up with Oscar’s bullshit. “I swear ta god, if you aren’t back on the field in the next twenty seconds, you’re gonna be warmin’ the bench during tomorrow’s game!”

It’s this threat that finally lands.

“What? You can’t do that!” DeLancey blusters. “You need me!”

“Because who doesn’t need a wide receiver that couldn’t catch a pass if it literally hit him in the back of the head,” Jacobs mutters pointedly.

“Shut the fuck up, Jacobs!” DeLancey snarls at him. “Prissy fucking bitch, getting all huffy over nothing! Why don’t you go back to your cartwheels and toe touches before I have to teach you a lesson—“

Jacobs’ expression goes flat. Then he hauls his arm back and drives his fist directly into DeLancey’s face.

Oscar never even sees the hit coming—he falls flat on his ass, eyes watering as he cradles his nose.

“What was that, DeLancey?” Jacobs asks cooly, shaking out his hand. “The prissy fucking bitch didn’t quite hear you.”

“Holy shit,” Jack breathes, mouth agape.

“You⁠—! You stupid fucking⁠—!” DeLancey can’t even get the words out. Blood is trickling out one of his nostrils, the skin around it already starting to turn splotchy. “I’m gonna⁠—”

He staggers to his feet, fists up, ready to charge.

“DeLancey.” Jack’s between the two of them in an instant, stopping Oscar in his tracks with a single, scathing look. “I said to get back on the fucking field.”

DeLancey gapes at him stupidly for a few seconds—Jacobs has clearly knocked a few brain cells out of him with that punch, and it’s not like he had that many to spare to begin with.

“You can’t just let him do this to me!” he finally sputters, like he ain’t the one that started all this shit in the first place. “What, just ‘cause some skirts got pissy over nothing? He’s just a cheerleader and I’m—“

“—already on thin fucking ice,” Jack says, voice hard. “I’m getting pretty tired of puttin’ up with your bullshit, Oscar, and once I tell him ‘bout this latest stunt, I’m pretty sure Coach will agree with me. So, you’re gonna wipe your face, stow the attitude, and get back on the green or I’m gonna drag you out there by the roots of your fuckin’ hair. Go.”

DeLancey throws him a sour, mutinous look, but finally, finally, does as he’s told, stomping off to locker rooms like the overgrown toddler he is.

“Asshole,” he mutters under his breath.

He turns to Jacobs, who stares back at him steadily, chin lifted. He’s still flexing his hand a little, the skin around his knuckles split in a couple places.

“So, uh,” Jack starts, hesitant in the face of Jacobs’ stony expression. “I’m real sorry ‘bout all that.”

“Uh huh,” Jacobs says, arching an unimpressed eyebrow. “Sure.”

“No, honest,” Jack insists. “It was about time someone knocked that smug look off his face… but it shouldn’t’ve had to come to that. Do you, uh,” he shifts his weight from one foot to the other, not sure what to do with himself. “Do you want some ice for your hand? That was one helluva left hook⁠— or, I could, um⁠—”

“I am just fine,” Jacobs interrupts, his tone biting. “So, please feel free to save the All-American, Boy Scout routine for someone who cares. If you really want to help⁠—” the look on his face makes his opinion on the quality of Jack’s help crystal clear, “—then you can make sure shitheads like Oscar DeLancey stay the hell away from my squad. And if he comes within spitting distance of one of my girls again, I’ll have his fucking dick in a vice.”

A razor sharp smile. “So glad we had this talk.”

And with that, he marches away.

“Oh, fuck me,” Jack murmurs to himself, utterly enraptured as he watches him go. He’s real, real pretty and he’s real, real mean: Jack’s heart is already doing loop-de-loops around his chest, his skin buzzing with static. “‘M so fucked.”

#newsies #javid #davey jacobs #jack kelly #*editor's note #*the writing desk #*final cut #the cheerleading fic #whoops my finger slipped #i know its just the prologue but i couldn't wait any longer #i really hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it #let Davey choose violence 2k24 #let Davey be mean 2k24 #get fucked Oscar

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the-fiction-witch · 5 months

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Future P2

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Sad / Sweet /Dark

Part 2 please Omgggg that just broke me Plz part two Oh my god I'm crying now the ending is so sad but agree with the comments part 2 please 🙏

Warning: Suicidal mentions, self-harm, self-surgery, Attempted suicide, mentions of abortion,

I headed across the hospital getting on with my usual business, I was finally getting back into the swing of things. I- I kinda, well... shut down after y/n left. I had done little but wallow around in my room, but I was getting back now even if I still felt like someone had cut me open and ripped out my heart. I'd have given anything to see her, but... I didn't want to go chasing after her. I didn't want to cause her any more pain. Even if I admit I had walked past her house more than I liked to admit, but I never saw her.

I adjusted my waistcoat as I moved across the halls, I spotted a round man in the corridor and didn't think much of him. But as I got closer he seemed to know me.

"You!" He yelled, "You horrendous, despicable, wretched Bastard!"

Ohh shit, what have I done now? "Are you sure you're looking for me?"

"Yes, I am Doctor Dawkins!"

"What exactly have I done to make you think this of me?"

"You know what you did!" He yelled, "I should have you hung right here!"

"What is it I am supposed to have done?"

"You Defilied my daughter!"

"I- I did nothing of the sort!"

"Yes, you did she admitted it!"

"I have done no such thing! Who are you even talking about?"

"Y/n Y/l/n!"

"... Y/n? You're Mr Y/l/n? You're Y/n's father!" Immediately I tried very hard not to knock him out the moment I knew who he was, my rage boiled in my blood, to think of all he had done to his daughter, that he had been the one to keep us apart, but I let out a breath trying to calm down if I have any hope of seeing her again, punching her father's lights out isn't the best idea, "You're daughter, Y/n. She is the woman I love. I am deeply in love with her, I have been since I met her, I know of your plan to marry her off but please if you'll even consider-"

"You have some nerve!" he yelled, "To speak of such talk at a moment like this! what are you trying to pull boy!"

"I am not pulling anything! I love her, I want to be with her, I want to marry her!"

"I do not wish to hear it-"

"Well, I'm still going to say it! I will say it a thousand times scream it from the hospital roof if I must," I told him "I am in love with your daughter!" I yelled, "I do not care for social rules, for standings and business, I don't care! I love her! I want to be with her! And I will not stop saying it until you allow me to be with her. I love her and I will tell you until you accept it, and I know she is in love with me too."

"You defiled her!"

"I- I- Mr Y/l/n. I swear to you, I love your daughter beyond measure. I have never hurt her. I would never hurt her. She is far too sweet and far too precious, I swear to you on my life and my honour I have not ever touched your daughter."

"Liar!"

"I- I admit... I held her hand. I admit I kissed her. I admit I once held her in my arms as comfort when she cried but that is all I swear I would never have done anything more and everything I did with her was consensual."

"Then explain this!" He yelled handing me a letter,

I took it rather confused and it was Y/n's handwriting, I did my best to read it given my... issues with reading, but words stuck out to me, 'innocence', 'Pregnancy', 'dishonour', 'goodbye'. This... this was a note to her father, explaining she had lost her innocence to me, she had gotten pregnant and that she felt such dishonour over this that she was to- no. No. No! "Where is she! Is she okay! What happened! What did she do!"

"She's here. Resting."

"Sh-She's alive!"

"Just. by the grace of god."

I sighed in relief for a moment I thought she had really- But nothing in this letter made sense, I never had sex with her, we never did anything close to that, she wasn't pregnant, this didn't make sense.

"After what you've done... spoiled my sweet girl! Not even her betrothed would want her now." He said, "If you truly love her, take her."

"T-Take her?"

"Have her. Take the damn bitch. She's no good to me. As a shell of a girl. Useless little thing"

"Where is she?"

"Room six."

I didn't even wait I bolted as fast as I could through the hospital tears in my eyes until I got to room six, I burst in without a thought and there she was.

Laid in a white nightie against the bed, sheets tucked up close to her, she was pale, and ghostly, but she was alive. It broke my heart to see her like this, I went over and held her hand, she was weak and limp but her pulse was still going,

"Y/n?" I whispered trying to see if I could wake her my voice shaky, desperate full of sadness "Y/n? Y/n please, please just open your eyes" I begged,

My words made her stir clearly weak and in pain, but slowly her eyes opened, she saw me and as our eyes met I couldn't hold my tears, so thrilled to see her, so thrilled to know she was okay, her lips slowly parted and her voice strained as it spoke, "Hi Jack."

"Hi Y/n." I choked up stroking her cheek trying desperately to comfort her, "How are you?"

"Uhh... A catastrophic amount of pain." she muttered,

"Will you show me?" I asked, "Please, I need to see. I need to know your okay."

She seemed distant as I asked, but she took my hand and slowly brought it to her lips kissing it before she moved my hand to her stomach, I gave her a questionable look but I pulled back the covers, and pushed up her nightie expecting cuts on her thighs, her arms but they weren't there, instead I saw this brand new freshly sewn surgical scar across her stomach. it froze me to my core...

"Wh- who did this to you-" I asked anger boiling over my tears turned angry I wanted to know I wanted to know this minute what this bastard had done to her! and who could ever be so cruel to do this to such a sweet girl?

"I did..." she whispered,

Her words hit like a tone of bricks, she did this? ".... what did you do?" I whispered,

"It's hard to explain..."

"And- and this letter- none- none of this is making sense to me..."

"I can explain," she nodded,

I sat beside the bed and held her hand ready to listen as long as I needed to understand,

"I went home, I told my father what you said I told him how I had found a man who loved me, who wanted to marry me, wanted to be with me, but he didn't listen, I begged him to call off this wedding, to call of this man I was to be sold to, told him I would go to the chapel happily so long as I was marrying you." She explained,

Awww my sweet little y/n. My y/n. that's the sweetest thing I could have heard,

"But he denied me, I begged him pleaded him, he wouldn't listen. Said if I was to be going out and doing such things I should be locked away until my wedding, so... he locked me in my room."

"He- He locked you in your room!" My anger started to boil over again at the thought she had begged her father, said she would agree to his terms with one minor change, and still he locked her away.

"He did, he locked me in my room. I tried to sneak out but he kept catching me. I kept trying to sneak out to see you but I kept getting caught, I knew soon my husband would arrive and it would be too late... so, I admit, in my desperation, I came up with a plan."

"A plan?" I asked, "What kind of plan?"

"After all your lessons, I felt confident enough to do... do this." She said looking at her scar, "My father cannot sell me to a man who wants a baby machine if I cannot make children."

"I know you can't have children but how did you convince your... " I began but I glanced at her scar, "Y/n?"

"He never believed I couldn't, so I ensured the impossibility." She said,

"H- h- How are you not dead!" I yelled, "How did you not die of shock! how on earth did you do this surgery on yourself! How did you even get through the pain!"

"I drank... a lot of whiskey. A lot of cocaine cough medicine." she nodded,

"Uhhhh.... yeah that'll do it." I nodded, "How did that not kill you! How did you not bite your own tongue out?"

"I bit down on my pillow." She smiled, "I used the vintage surgical tools I have in my room as decor, I cleaned them first of course." she explained "I know I was foolish to do it, I just didn't know another way out..."

"I- Yeah you are foolish. so so foolish but- I admit, I can't not be impressed." I admit, "You completed a partial Abdominal hysterectomy on yourself! on your own! In your bedroom, with vintage surgical equipment, you were using as wall decor!"

"I did," she nodded,

"You are absolutely insane," I told her, giving her lips a sweet kiss, "I fucking love you so much!"

"I love you too,"

"But the note?"

"I wrote it before I started, I knew I uhh wouldn't exactly have a lot of explaining time after, so I made the note ready for when my maid would bring breakfast, I lied. I said we had fallen in love so deeply that I allowed you freedom with me, that now I was pregnant and felt such dishonour from what I had done, at the disappointment of my family and husband-to-be, I wrote that I in my surgical knowledge I was to attempt my own abortion. I know my father would not know the difference, all to make it look as if my attempted surgery had gone wrong and instead of an abortion I ended up 'mistakingly' giving myself a partial hysterectomy." She explained, "So they found it after I collapsed from the pain, luckily just after I was done stitching up, they rushed me here, they checked me over, and that's it. Father want's nothing to do with me, my husband-to-be doesn't want me, and I am free to do and marry whom I wish."

"You are insane. you are the craziest person I have ever met, that is the most convoluted plan I have ever heard." I told her, "And it makes me love you even more, I'm so happy your okay. I don't care what you did or how you did it I'm just so happy your okay, and that we can be together."

"I think it was clever."

"It was kinda clever," I laughed giving her more kisses, "It's so, so sweet you were so willing do to this just to me with me."

"Do- do you still want me now?"

"Do I- Of course I do! I still want you. I still love you. if anything I love you more to see how devoted you are, to see how much you were willing to do just to be with me, and to see... how much to actually listen to my lessons."

"You do?"

"I really do, I'm so impressed, so amazed, so utterly in love, I want you now even more than before." I told her, "You have no idea the mess I was without you, and when I thought you- It broke me, I can't imagine a life without you in it."

"Neither can I," she smiled "I love you so much,"

"I love you more."

"Can I ask something?"

"Yes my sweet y/n?"

"Can you grade me on a curve?" she giggled looking at her scar,

I laughed, "Ohh, I think that's fair." I nodded, "Will you let me look?" I asked and she nodded so I very gently and carefully looked over her, and I had to admit... she did a damn good job, "Ohh very good, barely any blood, good clean up, very nice stitching, and given you're doing it on your first living patient, on yourself and with no painkillers... I am gonna have to give that a A++++"

"Yay!" she playfully smiled even if she was weak

"Can I get you anything to make you more comfortable?"

"Well..."

"What is it?"

"Could I..." she began, "Get a kiss?"

I smiled and gave her lips a sweet kiss, and my heart fluttered so much for her, after all this she had been through she's still my y/n, and I still love her more than anything. I did my best to be slow even if I wanted to kiss her much more, but she was weak, and tried, and I didn't want to overwhelm her. I pulled back and happily watched her as she rested playing with her hair and making sure she was alright, I can't even imagine the pain she must have been through.

"Jack?"

"Yeah? Yeah, I'm here Y/n."

"do you... still want to marry me?"

"More than anything," I smiled, "You and I will build a very wonderful future together. Where we shall get married, you shall work as my head nurse, we will live together get ourselves a nice little house by the water, spend our days taking care of people, and our nights in one another arms, You'll be My y/n. My Mrs Dawkins." I told her kissing her hand, "Is that a future you want?"

"It is, it's the future I only knew once in my dreams."

"Well, then we shall have to make our dreams reality." I smiled

"I do... feel bad,"

"About?"

"My condition, and now what I've done. I- I can't ever give your children."

"There are many children in this world who need parents who will love them. If you want children to be a part of our future, I will let you have as many children as our house can hold."

"You mean it?"

"Of course,"

"I love you so much Jack,"

"I love you too Y/n," I smiled, "My y/n. My sweet sweet y/n. Now you rest. I'll be right here don't you worry, I'll take care of you every moment until you're all better. and as soon as you're better... I'll make you Mrs Dawkins."

"I best get better soon then," she giggled tugging my hand close to her tugging me into a kiss,

#thomas brodie sangster #thomasbrodiesangster #tbs imagine #tbs imagines #tbs smut #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas sangster #thomas sangster imagine #tbs #thomas brodie sangster smut #thearttfuldodger #theartfuldogger #the artful dodger #jackdawkins #jack #jack dawkins

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make-me-imagine · 2 years

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'Tis the Season

13 Days of Halloween: Day 2

Plot: While decorating the firehouse for Halloween, you and the crew carve some pumpkins.

Pairing: Evan "Buck" Buckley x Gn!Reader

Warnings: None

Words: 625; very short I know, but it's cute I swear!

You lightly bit your tongue as you carved out another piece of the pumpkin. You smiled softly as the outline of the haunted house became more clear.

Hearing a thud nearby, you looked over to see Chimney drop another box of decorations on the floor.

"What did we do, raid a Spirit Halloween or something?" He asked as Bobby walked past.

"'Tis the season Chim." Bobby commented with a smile.

"Yeah, right, and how many pumpkins do we need?" He continued to complain as he looked around a the various pumpkins that had already been carved.

"Come on Chimney, I thought you liked Halloween?" Buck called out from across the table.

"I do, I just think this is a bit a bit much."

"He's only mad because he tripped over a pumpkin and spilled his latte." You said with a smirk.

"It wasn't a latte, it was a cappuccino, and it cost me like seven bucks." He defended as he placed his hand on his hips.

You and Hen locked eyes for a moment before you both rolled your eyes and chuckled.

"Then it serves you right." Hen said as she put up the Halloween fundraiser sign out front.

You smirked as Chimney grumbled. "Why don't you carve your own pumpkin, it's fun." You suggested.

Chimney frowned "No, thanks. I already carved some with Maddie the other night, I can't get the smell off my hands."

"And, done!" Buck called out as he finished his last pumpkin.

Chimney, walking up behind him stared at it for a moment "Ah, look at that...Michael Jackson."

"What?" Buck said with obvious offense and he looked back at Chimney "It's not Michael Jackson!"

Eddie, walking over looked at it for a moment "Yeah Chimney, it's clearly Madonna."

Buck sighed "It's not Madonna either."

You chuckled "Let me see."

Buck, turned it around, and you and Hen stared at it for a moment.

You assumed it had something to do with Halloween, so you shrugged lightly.

"Michael Myers?"

The others made noises of shared agreement but Buck just sighed and shook his head.

"No, it- it's supposed to be you." He looked at you with mild defeat.

You felt touched at the idea he tried to carve your portrait, but looking at it again, you repressed a soft laugh.

From beside you, Hen let out a "Oooh" as she nodded her head "I can see it!" She said, obviously lying.

"Yeah, no no I can see it now too." Eddie said with an amused smile.

"Okay, I get it, it sucks." Buck said as he turned the pumpkin back around.

"Yeah, it does." Chimney said as he patted Buck's shoulder and walked away.

Buck frowned as he looked at the pumpkin again.

You smiled to yourself as you quickly finished your own pumpkin, carving out the last detail. You set it down with the others you had carved. A ghost, a classic jack-o-lantern, and now the haunted house.

Looking over at Buck, he was still staring at his pumpkin in disappointment. You smiled softly and walked over to him. Sitting on his lap, you looked down at the pumpkin again.

"It really doesn't look like you does it?" He asked softly.

You repressed a smile but met his eyes and shook your head "Not at all. But-" you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek "-it's the thought that counts."

He smiled softly as he stared at it a bit longer "God, it does look like Michael Myers."

You chuckled and nodded your head before you leaned further against him, and he wrapped his arm around you.

"If anyone asks, that's what it was always meant to be." He added on in a whisper.

"'Tis the season." You said lightly mocking Bobby as Buck let out a soft breathy laugh.

xx End xx

Simple and short, hope you enjoyed.

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jayswritings13 · 1 year

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Disney: Hades SFW Alphabet

Note: Since I've decided not to do NSFW content, I decided to do the SFW alphabet instead.

💗Masterlist | WIP Page

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Hades loves getting affection, but often shows it in unusually ways.

Being the black sheep of the family, left him touch starved and desperate for affection(even if he'd never admit so....)

ACTS OF SERVICE!

Hades will(or have Pain and Panic) do whatever you need.

He loves physical touch, both giving and receiving it.

A day spent with Hades comes with the mandatory arm around your shoulders or waist at all times.

GIVE HIM COMPLIMENTS!

He will brush it off and or act like he already knows how amazing he is, but it will make his heart swell.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Hades is that shitty friend, that secretly cares, but needs to keep their dark and broody reputation up.

He will tell you the truth, despite whether he thinks that it will hurt your feelings or not.

Hades thinks that close relationships are not entirely necessary, and much prefers his own company.

At at least, that's what he tells himself.

Truthfully, this man is an extrovert stuck being alone, and pretends to not mind it, so his Zeus and Poseidon won't bug him.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Hades will never admit it, but he does.

Though, if you bring it up in front of others, he will deny it so hard.

He's probably the best to cuddle with honestly.

He's already a walking heater.

"You comfortable there?"

".....mmhhp." You sighed.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Being alone in the Underworld, Hades had to step up and do a large majority of the cooking and such.

However, he's still really shitty at cooking.

Like, will burn everything somehow.

Well, outside of getting frustrated and turn whatever's in his path to ashes.

"Hades, I literally asked you to boil water. What the fuck happened?"

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Honestly, just fucking says it.

Hades has no filter and will not hesitate to say what he thinks.

He wants this to be done with as soon as possible.

This does not change for break ups.

He does do it in person though and face to face, as he has enough respect to do so.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Hades never seriously thought about marriage.

He was an immortal god.

He knew that being the king of the underworld scared others away.

Well, before his temper and jokes did.

There weren't too many on Mount Olympus who particularly enjoyed his brand of humor.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He tries.

I swear, he really does.

He just isn't really sure how to go about doing so or how to turn off his jack-ass switch sometimes.

He's gotten a bit better, but still needs help.

He'll sit next to you while you're sad, but might ruin the moment when Pain frustrates him.

Or he'll be comforting you, and ultimately cracking a lot of jokes.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Hades is very handsy, and this extends to hugs.

He's basically like a giant space heater.

Perfect for those cold nights in the underworld.

Hades' hugs are very warm, engulfing you in a welcoming hug.

Which makes sense given his size.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It takes him a while to say it.

Well, say it in a meaningful way that is.

You're used to him always jokingly saying it and such that it didn't even occur to you that that's what he was trying to say.

Which pissed him off.

"How much more clear did I have to be?!"

"You always say 'love ya' and shit," you groaned, "How am I supposed to know that this one was different?!"

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

ALL THE GOD DAMN TIME

Doesn't even try to hide it.

He will openly confess to being jealous with no cares given.

He doesn't care what you think about it.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Quick and short or Long and deep

There is no in-between

Though, one thing remains constant.

He loves to kiss your neck.

Mostly because he's hoping that you'll reciprocate.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He doesn't like them, but they love him.

It drives him fucking crazy whenever he is around them because he's a busy guy.

He's running late to meetings because a child wanted to show off their "art" to him.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Hades is up way before you

He's got a million things to do in the Underworld and sleeping in is not one of them

He'll let you sleep in though

Well....until he wants your attention.

So, usually about an extra hour.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Loud.

Hades is a talker and if he hasn't been around you for a majority of the day, then he will talk your fucking ear off.

"Hades, I mean this is the nicest possible way," you said, "shut the fuck up and lay down with me."

He does so, but not without soen comments and grumbling.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Hades will reveal what he wants to

Usually in the form of ranting and rambling on and on and on.....

"......so I told Demeter that she's fucking nuts! I didn't steal your daughter. And then Zeus had get involved....." Hades groaned, sighing, "It was a while ordeal." Hades shrugged, "Anyway, so that is why you can't have a pet."

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Literally, has the worst patience.

The whole underworld is fire proof, luckily because it would not have survived his temper.

You still have no idea how Pain and Panic bounce back from being burned so often.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Hades may talk a mile a might and seem like he doesn't pay attention.

But, he does...... kind of.....

He tries.

"What's this?"

"Your favorite flowers." Hades said, "I had Pain and Panic run up and grab some."

"Oh....." You smiled, glancing down at the flowers.

"What's the matter? They ain't gonna bite you."

"Mmhmm." You nodded, "It's just that I am severely allergic to this particularly flower. If I touch it, you might have to fish me out of the River of Styx yourself."

Since then, he's been getting better at remembering the most important stuff, like your allergies.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

"I was gone for 5 fucking seconds."

"Hades! Watch the tone or you'll lose them." Aphrodite countered, glaring over at the God of the underworld. "And I'm surprised that you even got them..." she muttered, brushing aside some of your hair.

"And what does that mean?!"

"Oh," Aphrodite glances Hades up and down, "I think you don't need me to explain that to you, sweetie." She laughed.

"Oh, Hades is actually very sweet." You said, "in his own way." You muttered, shifting towards Hades' side.

Hades never mentioned it to you too much, but he always appreciated that you stood up to Aphrodite about him.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Hades is very protective.

Always has and always will be

Being a god, he has various ways and methods of protecting you or anyone he deems worth it

Sometimes you hate it, sometimes you love it.

He honestly doesn't care.

But, really loves it when you do tbh

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Hades does care and put effort into the bigger anniversaries and such.

"What's the occasion?" You said, gently placing down the glass of champagne.

"What?! Can't I just do something nice for once?"

"Okay, fair." You laughed.

Though, if he's plotting, then forget it.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

His temper.

He knows it and so do you.

He doesn't try to hide it and you, honestly, never ask him too.

Also, this tends to go without saying, stubborn as fuck.

"What the fuck is that?"

"A painting. I though that it would look nice in your office and it does. It really makes th-Stop making that face, Hades." You groaned, "It's just a painting."

"Yeah, a painting in my office. Get it out." Hades said, "I like my office before."

"Yeah, boring." You muttered, grabbing the painting off the wall.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

A little.

He's the God of the Underworld.

Gotta keep it sharp and spooky for whatever poor soul crosses his path.

But compared to the other gods, not as much as them.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He always says that he wouldn't be, just to tick you off a bit.

But Pain and Panic know that that's a lie and now so do you.

During a fight, you two spent a week apart and he was a mess.

He didn't want to plot or do any other duties.

Didn't even conjure up any martinis for himself.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

LOVES TO GOSSIP

He'll talk and listen to shit about anyone and lives for it.

But.... he can't keep a secret for shit.

He will gossip about someone and then fucking go around and tell then what was said about them.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Hades NEEDS someone who can crack a smile or laugh at a joke.

He cannot be with someone who cannot laugh or take a joke.

Such a buzz kill and snooze fest, ew.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Hades fucking snores

He denies it all the time even if you have recorded evidence, but he does.

And it's so fucking loud.

"Listen, I need to actually get some sleep tonight, so can you please just use that m-"

"I DO NOT SNORE!"

"Then, where the fuck is that noise coming from, Hades?"

"Well, right nex-"

"Don't you dare finish that sentence."

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For the Night Part 4

AN: Here we go!

Synopsis: You and Jack have finally made up and the two of you were now closer than ever, however your heart is on the fence with a decision you have to make and little do you know that two other people are going to find out about the pregnancy

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

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It had been a few weeks since Jack had originally asked you to move in with him and you still hadn't given him an answer.

He didn't want to rush you by any means but he was getting antsy.

He understood your hesitations because he did hurt you, however, he was trying to do anything he could in order to make it up to you.

You were at home after you had gone to class and Jess was with you. Jack had a few things to do, but promised that you two would have a dinner date later. You figured that you might as well ask her opinion on it.

“Bestie, why you so quiet?” Jess asked as she was currently munching on the fish tacos that she had gotten for lunch. You had barely touched your steak tacos and you knew that she would be concerned.

“Jack asked me to move in with him.”

Jessica stopped her movements and simply looked at you.

“Jessica, say something please because I don’t know what to do.”

“Babe, I can’t tell you what to do. You have to make that decision for yourself and if you think that is the best thing for you and my niece, then okay.”

“That isn’t helping me.”

“Well, I mean there’s pros and cons to both. Pro, I can keep an eye on both of you and kick Jack’s ass as needed and the con? Well, living with your baby daddy who at one point wanted nothing to do with you or his child.”

“Well, damn.”

“Just being honest.” Jess said while holding up her hands in defense.

“It’s literally been two weeks since he asked me.”

“Oh, I’m surprised he isn’t breaking down the door with his sudden realization of feelings.”

“You are definitely his number one hater.”

“A title that I embrace. I can’t stand his ass and how he did the both of you. Wait until I get my hands on him.”

“Jess!”

“Can you blame me? You have the biggest heart and you are very forgiving which I love about you. However, it can also come back to bite you in the ass. I can’t even fathom if he goes back on his word after everything that he has put you through.”

“I try not to think about it.”

“I just… you’re my best friend and I worry about you. I always want to make sure you’re okay.”

“Jessica…hormones….please don’t make me cry.”

“Sorry, just telling it like it is!” She said before bringing you into a hug.

“But, whatever you decide, I will support you 100%. Now go eat something and take a nap because I know you’re tired.”

Jessica made sure that you were asleep before taking your phone and pulling up Jack on facetime. She was going to give him a piece of her mind one way or the other.

“Hey ba…. Oh….”

“Okay Harlow, you listen and you better listen good. Y/N is my best friend and I swear on everything that is within God’s green earth that if you even think about going back on your word that I have no hesitations to kill you even if you are my goddaughter’s father.”

“Um…”

“Don’t interrupt me. You put her through absolute hell the first part of this pregnancy and I told her to cut your ass off. But because of her big heart she decided not to. Now, if she does decide to move in with you, that’s fine I am not influencing her decision and I told her that she had to decide that on her own but I swear if you stick one of your damn curls out of line, I will have your ASS.”

“Jessica….”

“Now you may speak.”

“I… I know what I did was wrong and I was scared shitless. Instead of telling her, I tried to act as if it wasn’t happening and I shouldn’t have done that. I was serious about being all in. I’m going to take care of her and our daughter. And I was about to ask her to be my girlfriend before I found out she was pregnant, but after she told me I decided to wait because of how it might have looked to her.”

“She’ll probably say yes if you ask her, but give her a little more time. I’m happy we had this talk. Don’t mess up again.”

You were still sleeping when Jack got to your condo so Jessica opened the door for him and looked him up and down. She decided not to roll her eyes even if she wanted to.

“Hmm, you are tall. She wasn’t lying about that part. But I will bring you to my height if I have to. Anyway she’s still sleeping, take care of my girl. Nice meeting you in person finally, I guess.”

“Uh, you too.”

Jessica moved to the side to let him in before grabbing her purse on the table next to the door and leaving out.

Jack locked the door behind him before going to check on you in your bedroom. He took the steps two at a time and once he went into the room saw you sleeping peacefully with your hands resting on your belly and couldn’t do anything but smile.

He slid off his shoes before coming to lay next to you and then heard your voice. You immediately knew it was him because you smelled the cologne that you had gotten him as a gift. Even if the two of you were only friends with benefits, you were close in a lot of other ways too.

“I missed you today.” You quietly said before turning to your other side to face him.

“I missed you too. How was your day? Is Little Miss behaving herself?” Jack asked before wrapping an arm around you.

“Uneventful. And she’s been on her best behavior all day. I went to class and Jess bought us lunch and spent the afternoon with me. Where is she by the way?”

“She left a few minutes ago.”

“Shit, did she threaten you?” You curiously asked because knowing how she was she definitely did.

“I think threatening is putting it lightly. I see why you were hesitant about me meeting her.”

“Well if things had gone a bit differently, she wouldn’t have had to do that. But anyway, moving on.”

“So… I wanted to mention something…”

“What is it?”

“I have a few appearances coming up that I have to go out of state for. I mean I know I’ve been flying back and forth but this will be the longest stretch that I’ve been away from you. And I keep putting things off and of course now people are starting to wonder if something is wrong since I’ve been focusing on you. And I don’t want to let anyone know quite yet since I know a lot is going to come with that.”

“Okay, so go. Don’t let me stop you.”

“But I don’t want to leave you just in case you need me or something happens.”

“I’ll be fine, I have Jessica.”

“I get that, but for my peace of mind I’d rather have eyes on you myself and be close to me. No offense to her.”

“I am nowhere near going into labor. We have a little while until she comes.”

All Jack did was sigh.

“Jack, I know that sigh, but I am not budging on this. You still have a career to focus on.”

“Okay, I have a suggestion then.”

“Which is?”

“You can always come with me, we’ll just have to be discreet.”

“Jack….”

“Please Y/N, I’ve already missed enough as it is. You can bring Jessica too if you want.”

“And how am I supposed to go to class?”

“Oh, I didn’t think about that part.” Jack said while looking down at you. He knew how important your education was to you and wasn’t about to get in the way of it.

“Like I said, I’ll be fine. You worry too much.”

“And it was usually you who worried too much.”

“I promise to give you updates by the hour if that will give you some peace of mind.”

All Jack did was roll his eyes.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me Jackman.”

“But you understand why, right?”

“Yes, but babe the second something happens I will tell you.”

“Fine.”

“Now I was thinking of names and I think I found the perfect one. And I know you definitely won’t argue about her middle name once I tell you.”

Jack had been gone for about a week and of course he was checking on you every single day and making sure you as well as your daughter were okay.

The two of you were currently on a facetime call when he could tell that something was wrong with you and asked you about it.

"Are you okay? You seem like something is bothering you."

"I'm okay, just stressing because finals are coming up that's all. I'm so close to getting this degree and I don't need anything holding me back."

"I know you'll do fine. My baby girl is smart and our daughter will be the same way."

"No doubt in my mind that she'll get her looks and smarts from me."

"HEY!"

"You've seen the latest sonogram. Only thing she might have is your forehead."

"You foul as shit for that." Jack answered before busting out laughing.

"When do we plan on telling everyone about her?" You asked while sitting up against the headboard.

You were dreading this conversation with your parents. They had been taking a year long cruise and they had only seen you through facetime calls from the chest up so they had no idea.

"I mean there's no rush. I know you like your privacy and so do I. You know the second that this comes out, that immediately goes out the window. I'm shielding you both from it as long as possible."

"I appreciate that but Urban doesn't even know, does he?"

"No and I know he's going to give me shit for it when I finally do tell him."

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it."

"Have you given any more thought to moving in with me?"

"Yes."

"And what's your answer?"

"My answer is that I still don't have one."

"But babe…"

"Jack, you need to understand how much what you did hurt me."

"And I do!"

"If you really cared about me like you said you do, what went down should have never happened between us."

"I know, I'm just trying to make this right."

"And you're on the right path to making it right. However, I still have that fear in the back of my mind that you're going to go back on your word."

"But I'm not! Right before you told me you were pregnant, I was actually going to ask you to be my girlfriend. I haven't done it since I was scared of how that would look to you. That you would think that I was only asking you because you're pregnant when that isn't even the case. I wanted you to be my girlfriend before all of this happened. You can even ask Jessica because I told her the same thing."

All you did was sigh.

"I'm not trying to have this turn into an argument." Jack said while looking at you.

"Me either."

"I've caused you enough stress as it is and the last thing I want to do is cause more. I just want the both of you near me. Can you imagine the paparazzi finding out where you live and they start to harass you? I'm trying to avoid all that. Not saying it wouldn't happen if you were here with me, but at least I would be able to protect you both. I can't do that if you're away from me."

"I'll let you know my answer soon." You said while rubbing your protruding belly.

"I have a radio interview to do so we'll talk later?"

"I'll call you before I go to sleep." You said while giving him a small smile.

Once you hung up with Jack, you yelled for Jessica who had been downstairs in the kitchen fixing food for the two of you.

"What's wrong babe?" She asked while coming to sit next to you and you were trying your best not to cry.

You immediately grabbed her hand and placed it on your stomach.

"Do you feel anything?" You asked and Jess shook her head no.

"She's just probably sleeping. Look who her mother is." She said while laughing since you were known to be able to fall asleep anywhere.

"Jess, I haven't felt her move in two days."

And that’s when her eyes went wide.

"Did you tell Jack!?" She asked immediately jumping up.

"No, I didn't want to freak him out and worry him! He's a five hour plane ride from here!"

"But now I'm freaking out! Didn't you just get off the phone with him!?"

"Yes, but…"

"I'm texting him right now. Slip your shoes on and we're going to the emergency room."

"Jess…."

"No. No negativity. Let's go."

Jess- Jack, I'm taking Y/N to the emergency room

Jack- WHY? IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH HER OR THE BABY?

Jack- I just talked to her

Jack- oh shit it was probably my doing. Fuck, did I upset her? I knew I shouldn't have brought it up

Jack- I knew I should've brought her with me

Jess- Try to stay calm. But, she hasn't felt her move in 2 days.

Jack- WHY DIDN’T SHE TELL ME?!

Jess- I said the same thing. I'll call you later once we know something

Jack- Fuck that. I'm hopping on a plane as soon as I can.

Jess- And what excuse are you going to use in order to leave without anyone finding out about the two of them?

Jack- I'll figure it out

Urban then saw a panicked look on his best friend's face and immediately asked what was wrong with him.

"You okay? Something wrong?"

"Family emergency. Something's wrong with Clay."

"Oh shit. I'm coming with you."

"NO!"

This lead to Urban getting a confused look on his face since he didn't understand where this outburst was coming from. That wasn't like Jack at all.

"I just… it shouldn't take me that long and I'm coming right back."

"But I should still go with you."

"I'll text you if I need you."

Urban could immediately tell that something was wrong and that his best friend was lying to him so he immediately called Clay who picked up on the second ring.

"CLAY!"

"Damn, hi to you too Urb. What the hell are you yelling for?"

"We're in L.A. and Jack said there was a family emergency and that something was wrong with you and when I offered to go with him, he immediately yelled and shut it down."

"Well, I'm fine and what the hell could he be hiding?"

"I have no idea. He left for the airport and I assumed he was going back to Kentucky, but now I'm not so sure."

"Hmm."

"But you know what I've noticed? Any time we're in Atlanta he disappears for days at a time and he used to not do that. So I'm thinking if anything that's where he's going."

"Oh?"

"He's definitely hiding something and has been for months and we're about to find out what it is. I'm catching the next flight out to Atlanta. Meet me there so we can figure this shit out."

By the time Jack finally reached you, he was an absolute mess. You had been admitted to the mother/baby unit just for the night so they could keep an eye on you. Jessica was with you when suddenly he busted into the room and immediately came over to you.

"Hi Jess, thank you for taking care of her."

"Of course. She's my bestie. Duh."

"Babe, I'm really not trying to yell, but why didn't you tell me? Don't you think that's important?"

"I know and I just…. I don't know."

"Promise to never do that again. If something is wrong, you tell me immediately, don't wait." Jack said while leaning down to kiss your forehead and brushing a few curls out of your face.

"Okay." You quietly said as you moved to get more comfortable on the bed while Jessica just mouthed the words 'I told you so' which made you sigh in defeat.

Just then he got a text from Urban who was asking him if everything was okay with Clay.

Urb- Soo any update? How’s Clay?

Jack- He's fine. Will stay with my parents for a few days.

Clay looked at Urban's phone as he handed it to him to show him what Jack had said.

"You would think if he was trying to lie and put me in the middle of the lie that he would at least tell me so that we could have our stories straight."

"His location is saying that he is at the hospital."

"But for what? This doesn't make any sense."

"We're about to go and find out."

When the two of them finally reached the hospital, Urban immediately called him as they were sitting in the parking lot.

"Urb.."

"Get your ass outside in the main parking lot because you're going to stop lying to your best friend. I know you're in Atlanta and at the hospital because your dumbass didn't turn off your location and I guess you forgot that I can see it. Oh and Clay is with me and there isn't a scratch on him so get down here and start explaining."

"Just come up to room 4039 and I’ll explain everything.." Jack said while letting out a sigh.

"We're coming now."

Once the two of them reached their destination, they knocked on the door before hearing Jack's voice to tell them to come in. Once they did, they were confused to see you laying on Jack's chest asleep with a protruding stomach in the hospital bed with Jessica in the corner playing on her phone.

Urban and Clay were immediately confused and looked towards Jack for an explanation.

"Sooo I'm about to be a dad..." Jack whispered and Urban wasn't having it.

"A DAD OF WHAT? A DOG?" Urban screams and Jack quickly shushes him so that he didn't wake you up, but you woke up anyway and was now startled to see Urban and Clay in your hospital room and Clay immediately approached you.

"Umm would she happen to be the emergency? Hi, I'm Clay, the better Harlow and your baby's soon to be uncle. And Jack, stop using me as your emergency excuse! Urban called me about to lose his shit thinking that something was wrong with me."

"Nice to meet you Clay, I'm Y/N."

"I…." Jack started to say, but Urban immediately cut him off.

"Why didn't you tell me or Clay!?! I'm your best friend and you tell me EVERYTHING."

"Well…"

"Oh shit. I'm Jessica, by the way. The baby's godmother and I assume that Urban will be her godfather? And Clay, I totally believe you're the better Harlow because your brother is a FLOP." You heard Jess say from the corner as she was watching the scene unfold and you couldn’t help but to stifle a laugh.

"JESSICA!" Jack exclaimed and she just shrugged her shoulders.

"Hi Jessica, and yes he is a flop for lying to us."

"We were going to tell all of you soon. Jack just wanted to protect my privacy and not have paparazzi following me everywhere. My parents don’t even know either."

"How far along are you? By looking at you, he definitely didn't get you pregnant yesterday." This earned Urban a smack to the back of his head by Jack since he was standing close enough to him to be able to reach him with his hand that wasn’t wrapped around you.

"Ow! I didn't mean it like that! You're gorgeous by the way!"

"Back off, she's mine."

"Clearly, you impregnated her."

"CLAY!"

"Thank you and almost 7 months."

"Jack, mom and dad are going to KILL you."

"I'll deal with it when the time comes."

"SEVEN MONTHS!? JACKKKK!"

"I know."

“He really wasn’t even there for the first four.” You heard Jess mutter, but Clay heard her.

“Oh, so you were being a deadbeat to Y/N and my niece isn’t even here yet?”

“Jess, please stop throwing me under the bus.”

“I call it like I see it….. FLOP.”

"Is this where you disappear to for days at a time!? To be with Y/N?"

"Possibly."

"How the? I stay with you all the time and never saw any baby things around."

"Because my guest bedroom is on the first floor. Her room is upstairs next to mine and that's where everything is. That door was always closed."

"IT'S A GIRL!?" Clay exclaimed and he was clearly excited.

"And she has your brother's forehead." You added and Jack immediately rolled his eyes.

"Damn, double homicide."

"JESSICA! CUT.IT.OUT."

"DID I LIE, JACK?"

"I'm not answering that."

"Sooo, I'm assuming that everything is okay now?" Urban asked while looking over at the two of you.

"Yes, they're just going to keep me here overnight to monitor me and the little one. I got scared because I didn't feel her move for two days. I tried everything and she always moves when she hears Jack's voice. I played Sundown which is her latest favorite and got nothing and I immediately got scared."

"Jack's reaction now makes sense."

“They checked on her and said she’s fine, and that she really was sleeping. I just don’t ever remember her sleeping for that long. Like I said, any time she hears his voice, she’s active.”

“I’m just happy that you’re both okay.” Jack said while reaching over to kiss your cheek and you immediately smiled.

“Are the two of you together yet?” Jess asked while she munched on her popcorn and watched her movie on Netflix.

“Wait, the two of you aren’t even together?” Urban asked, confused.

“Nope, they were friends with benefits and they met on the Creme De La Creme tour in Atlanta and have been fucking ever since.”

:”JESSICAAA!”

“What? It’s as good a time as ever to tell them. Just get it all out in the open. Oh, you two are going to love this, he hung up the phone on her when she told him she was pregnant and didn’t call her back for two weeks. You can imagine how much I wanted to kick his ass. Once again, FLOP!”

“I’ve made up for that! And I was scared shitless!”

“Oh, and she’s WASN’T?!”

“Cut it out, you two. NOW.” You said while looking at the both of them and Jess held up her hands in defense.

“Look, I tolerate him for you and my goddaughter and that’s about it. He already started off on the wrong foot with me. Keep your word Harlow, and you just might end up on my good side.”

All Jack did was sigh as Jess went back to her movie.

“That… explains a lot.” Urban said while looking at him.

“Explains what?”

“Why you would look so stressed all the time. No one could figure out why and you wouldn’t say anything. Every time I asked you, you said that you were fine so I just dropped it, but I knew better. I was waiting for you to come to me and tell me when you were ready, but you never did.”

Urban truly knew Jack like the back of his hand and Jack couldn’t help but to start to feel a little guilty.

“So, no more surprises that you want to share with us?” Clay asked before going to sit next to Jessica.

“No, that’s it.”

“Look, if you two plan on getting married, just let us be the witnesses so we aren’t caught off guard like this again.”

It was now a week until your due date and you were seriously feeling it.

You wanted this baby out of you and you wanted her out now.

Jack was doing his best to keep you as comfortable as possible, but nothing was really working, but he did figure out that you liked to be laying next to him in order to get you to sleep better, but he didn’t tell you that because you would probably deny it.

You had just woken up when you heard the vacuum cleaner downstairs. You stayed over at Jack’s condo last night and still haven’t given him an answer on if you were moving in with him or not.

It was decided that you would take a shower in an attempt to get you to feel better because you felt like you had slept a total of thirty minutes.

When you had gotten out, after lathering yourself in your lavender lotion, you decided on your leggings along with one of Jack’s New Balance hoodies and made your way downstairs to see Urban and Clay sitting on the couch looking extremely confused. You followed their gaze to see Jack in one of your many bonnets to protect his curls and your apron that was covered in flowers and you couldn’t help but to stifle a laugh.

You went and sat next to Clay as Jack was now dusting around the living room.

“Um, how long has he been at this?”

“All morning.”

“And when did he even have the time to go and get my bonnet and apron from my condo?”

“Trust and believe if it has anything to do with you or the little one he was going to find a way to get it done.” Urban said as he opened a bag of spicy pork rinds and began eating. This led to him getting yelled at by Jack.

“URBAN! I JUST VACUUMED, DO NOT GET ANY CRUMBS ANYWHERE!”

“Well got damn! Okay, I won’t.” Urban said, startled at his outburst.

“Oh, hi babe. How’d you sleep?”

“Terribly, but I like your outfit. Definitely made me smile when I came down the steps.”

“I figured that this place needed to be spotless for when she got here. You hungry? I can order you something.”

“BECAUSE YOU DAMN SURE CANNOT COOK! MIGHT POISON HER AND THE BABY.”

“Babe, cover her ears.” Jack said to you and you looked at him confused, but put both hands on each side of your stomach.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP CLAY! Okay, you can uncover her ears now. You know she can hear us and I don’t want her…. URBAN, I SEE CRUMBS! GET THE FUC… GET THE VACUUM NOW!”

“What the hell are you?!?! The crumb police?!”

“If your goddaughter gets a hold of a damn pork rind crumb, I’m blaming you and you will be banned from eating them over here.”

“At this rate, her first word is about to be a cuss word.” Clay said while laughing.

“Anyway, what you want to eat mamas? I’ll make Urban go get it since he HAS NO RESPECT FOR MY VACUUMING SKILLS.”

“I can’t wait for Y/N to push baby girl out so she can kick your ass for how outta pocket you’re being. But, Y/N, what do you want?”

“Baby, you BETTER NOT say anything greasy either.”

“LET HER EAT WHAT SHE WANTS. SHE’S ABOUT TO PUSH OUT A BABY THAT HAS YOUR WATERMELON LOOKING ASS HEAD!”

“URBAN!”

“Umm, my usual from chic-fil-a and my milkshake is fine.” You said while trying not to laugh.”

“I can’t believe that she’s only going to dilate ten centimeters. Do you not see how big Jack’s head is now?”

“Shit, have you seen his baby pictures? It was big then.”

“The two of you can get the hell out of my house.”

“JACK! Be nice!” You said while looking over at him.

“Urban, if I see one more crumb…. ONE…. I’m going to….”

You were headed to the bathroom and Jack’s voice got quieter as you made your way down the hallway.

You pulled down your leggings and underwear to see that the mucus plug had now come out.

This was it. You were now going into labor.

You finished using the bathroom and quickly washed your hands before making your way back out to the living room where the three of them were.

“Jack?”

“What’s wrong mamas?”

“My mucus plug came out.”

Since Jack had been reading a lot of pregnancy books, he immediately knew what that meant and his eyes got wide. He looked to his left, where his keys were next to the lamp on the side table and threw his keys at Urban.

“Go start the car.”

“Wait, what?”

“Hold on, is… is it happening? Is what I think that’s happening really happening?”

“YES CLAY!”

Jack immediately ran up the steps two at a time in order to get your overnight bag. You had one at his condo and yours just to make sure that wherever you were that you would have one. Jack then came down the steps without the bonnet or apron and helped you put on your New Balances.

“You ready for this mamas?” Jack asked and he was trying to put on a brave face for you, but he knew that you were scared beyond belief.

Shit, so was he.

“No. Immediately no. Call Jessica.”

“I will and I’ll tell her to meet us at the hospital, okay?”

Jack had gotten you settled in the backseat of the car with Urban in the driver’s seat and Clay in the passenger seat while Jack sat next to you.

That was when the contractions started to hit you like a ton of bricks and you were holding Jack’s hand for dear life as Urban was speeding down the highway.

“Oh shit, this hurtssss.”

“You have to breathe, baby, I know it does, but it won’t be long and we’ll get to hold her.”

“I know, but shit. Why does it have to hurt so bad?” You said while laying your head on Jack’s shoulder.

“Urb, can we go any faster?!”

“JACK, I AM GOING 90 IN A 55, HOW MUCH FASTER DO YOU WANT ME TO GO?!”

“FUCK!”

“Language! My daughter can hear you!”

“Umm, we have a problem.”

“Why are we slowing down?”

“That’s the problem…. Ummm…….”

“Um, WHAT?!” Jack asked while looking at Clay.

“Traffic is backed up for miles.”

The four of you had now been sitting in traffic for a total of two hours and you were about to lose your shit. You didn’t think she would be coming any time soon since this was your first, but you had to keep in mind that you had to be prepared for anything to happen.

“JACK, GET YOUR DAUGHTER OUT OF ME. NEOW!”

“Deep breaths, I know it hurts, but um can you switch to my other hand? This one is turning purple.”

“Oh, sorry.”

“It’s okay, that’s nothing compared to how you’re feeling so I can deal with it.”

“Why haven’t we moved?!”

“Can’t we go on the shoulder?”

“For us to get pulled over and have it be even longer?!”

“We need a police escort. Where the fuck are they when we need them!?”

“LANGUAGE!”

Just then you had the urge to push and you knew that more than likely, she was probably going to be born in the back of her father’s car.

“Jack?”

“Hmm?”

“Get that towel you always keep in the back.”

“For what, babe?”

“I have a feeling that she is not going to wait much longer. Even if we were to call 911, there is no way that they’ll get to me in time. I don’t even see a mile marker to know exactly where we are.”

“WHAT?! IN MY CAR?!”

“JACK, SHUT UP! THIS IS YOUR DAUGHTER WE’RE TALKING ABOUT!”

“Okay, okay, umm… now where did I put it?” Jack reached behind the two of you and fiddled around until he found it and placed it next to him.

As you lifted your hips so that Jack could help you get your leggings off, his eyes went wide and you were thoroughly confused.

“Jack, you have seen me plenty of times before with less on so why the hell are you…. Oh shit.”

“Is that….? Is that HER HEAD?!”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN IS THAT HER HEAD?! WE’RE NOT READY FOR HER YET!” Clay exclaimed while looking at all the traffic ahead of them.

“Damn, Jack is freaking out more than Y/N is!”

“Please don’t faint back there.”

“I’m fine.”

“Not you, Y/N, I meant your baby daddy.”

You did another push and that’s when her shoulder came out and you looked over at Jack who was mesmerized.

“Pull her out the rest of the way, her shoulders are out so she should slide right out.”

Jack did as he was told and heard her first cries and proceeded to wrap her up in the towel that he had while Urban and Clay were in the front trying to come up with a plan to get you to the hospital.

“Not many people can say that they delivered their first child in the back of their car.”

“I didn’t even do anything, you did all the work. She is gorgeous and looks just like you.”

“Except her forehead.”

“CLAY!”

Just then Urban saw a police car in the rearview mirror and immediately flagged him down.

The officer came to the window to see what the problem was.

“Hi, we need an escort to the hospital immediately!”

“Is someone hurt?”

“My goddaughter was just born in the back of my best friend's car so umm… no one is hurt but still.”

“Is mom and baby, okay?”

“We’re fine!” You yelled from the backseat as you were holding onto her tightly.

“Put your flashers on and follow me.”

Twenty minutes later, an entire medical team met you outside and placed you onto a stretcher while you were still holding onto her. They placed you on the postpartum unit all while making sure your vitals as well as hers were okay. She got a clean bill of health and you honestly couldn’t have been happier.

You were now resting while Caoimhe (pronounced Kweeva) was asleep on Jack’s chest who was sitting next to you.

“Did we really make her?” Jack asked while looking down at her. He was amazed at how tiny she was.

“We did. You don’t recognize that forehead?”

“You didn’t have to say all that. But, I always thought you were a superwoman, but today you took it to a whole nother level.”

“Look, she wasn’t waiting for anybody so I had no choice.”

“She wants what she wants when she wants it. Just like her mother.”

“Now, you didn’t have to say all that.”

Just then you heard the door open and in came Jessica with a whole bunch of balloons and gifts in her hands.

“I already know when she becomes a teenager and pisses yall off that the first thing outta yall mouth will be, remember when I gave birth to you in the back of your daddy’s car because you were so impatient? I pushed you out WITH NO EPIDURAL. Anyway, awww oh my goodness she’s beautiful. Look at what you two made. She is going to be so spoiled by me.”

“She already is.” Jack mumbled and Jess sent him the evil eye.

“Shut it, Jack and let me hold her.” He quickly handed her over to Jess and she began to rock her back and forth.

“What’s her name?”

“Caoimhe Margaret. I gave her Jack’s mom’s middle name so she’ll be less mad at him when we tell her. Her first name means beautiful in Irish”

“That is adorable, perfect name for my perfect goddaughter.”

Just then the tech assigned to your room came in and did a double take.

You assume that she saw Jack and that was why.

“Oh, um, hi Ms. Y/L/N I’m Leah and I’ll be your tech for the night. Anything that I can get you?

“No, I’m fine. Thanks for asking.”

“How about anyone else?”

“I’ll just take a cup of ice.” Jack told her and she immediately turned red.

“Okay, be right back!”

“I think she has a crush on you, Jack.”

“Doesn’t matter because I have a crush on Y/N.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes and laugh.

But what you didn’t know was that when you and Jack were looking down at Caoimhe, she snapped a picture and decided to send it to TMZ.

It was around midnight when Jack’s phone started going off non-stop. He was sound asleep, but you were up feeding Caoimhe and called out to him.

“Jack, answer your phone, it keeps going off.”

He grabbed it from beside him and opened it to see over 100 text messages and at least 40 missed calls and was thoroughly confused.

It wasn’t until he saw his notification for Twitter when all hell broke loose.

TMZ: Looks like congratulations are in order for Jack Harlow and his mystery girlfriend! We have gotten word that he is now a father to a beautiful baby girl! More details to come as soon as we know more.

“FUCK!”

“Jack! Language!”

“Babe, I know, but we have a problem.”

“What?”

“Someone took a picture of us holding her and sent it to TMZ. They know about the both of you now.”

Just then a new text message came through on Jack’s phone that was his mother.

Mom- Do you have something that you want to tell me? Why is everyone calling me and telling me that you’re a FATHER? You better start explaining and you better start now.

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fluffydavey · 1 year

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just saw newsies for the third time and honestly it’s turned into: michael and ryan try not to brush shoulders, hold onto each other or stand in each other’s personal space challenge

davey’s “hey that’s really good” when he sees jack’s painting was so soft oh my gOD

jack cups davey’s face when trying to get him to join the strike

when jack is standing on the paper stand during the world will know, he wrapped his arms around davey as he sung

not javid related but davey being really unsure of himself when he called his name out during the seize the day after jack was 10/10 perfection. i will never get over how ryan portrays davey’s anxiety and growing confidence. he truly is a boy who somehow accidentally starts a strike with the love of his life and is just trying to survive

i swear to god the entire of watch what happens reprise was the two of them touching

also davey held jack’s hand for the briefest of moments during the rally and i descended into another realm tbh

when davey’s talking to pulitzer about the newspaper sales going down, they were sitting on pulitzer’s desk shoulders brushing, elbowing the other and trying to make the other laugh. get a room boys it’s not the time you have a strike to win????

shoutout to jack and davey fangirling over roosevelt bc that was a straight up mood

honestly i didn’t believe when people were saying we were getting javid content but we really are. michael and ryan really are just giving us all they can. what have we done to deserve them 😭

#javid #newsies #personal note: i love how close this cast is you can really tell they have gotten so close it makes me so emo #jack #davey

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euphoricpixiee · 1 year

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Ruhn Danaan NSFW Alphabet

a/n: hello, friends! I'm here to give some attention to my one and only man, and prince, Ruhn! He deserves all the love and I'm here to show some to him.

wc: 1.4k+

Aftercare: Ruhn LOVES aftercare. He has a loving soul, so he would make sure you're okay and comfortable after he's had his way with you. (We'll get to this later) He knows it's essential after sex and holds it sacred. You can expect him to pamper you in the bath and even after your bath. He'll massage your muscles and get all the tension out of them. He's just so sweet. *sobs*

Body Part: Oh boy, he loves your thighs and your breasts. He will worship your breasts and leave all kinds of marks on them as a signal that you're his. He would then move his way down your body, to his favorite place, between your thighs. He loves to leave marks on them and on your apex. He could spend hours between them, making sure you're shaking when he's done. (this will be expanded on lol)

Cum: Dear gods, this male loves to make you cum. Multiple orgasms are a must with him. He loves seeing your brain melt as he cums inside you. Something feral and primal takes over him, making you cum one after another until he's cumming deep inside you. He likes to put his palm over your womb as he's spurting his seed inside you. We can say he has a breeding kink.

Dirty Secret: Ngl I don't think he really has any in this area. He's open about what he likes and dislikes so there's really no secret between the two of you. You're the only one to know the extent of kinks though *wink wink*

Experience: He is very experienced in the bedroom. He knows how to work your body just right, to the point you're screaming his name while you cum on his fingers. He isn't shy about showing his skills with his tongue and that wonderful lip piercing.

Favorite Position: I think his favorite positions are missionary, you sitting on his face (*grins*), and doggy style. I think with missionary, it's more personal and loving while as doggy style, he'll wrap his hand around your delicate throat and fucking you with so much passion that you swear you see stars. Plus he knows how to get deep inside you which melts your brain when he hits that certain spot over and over. We know he loves for you to be sitting on his face while he feasts on your sweet cunt. Licking and sucking your clit, so much so, that your legs begin to shake from him holding you there for so long.

Goofy: He likes to be playful from time to time but most of the time, passion and lust fill his mind so he's a mixture of both serious and playful.

Hair: This male keeps himself trimmed and clean because for him it's easier to have sex that way and much more pleasurable when you deep-throat him because you go further down on him. (hope this makes sense but I have it in my head that he's like this)

Intimacy: He's very romantic when you two are making love and even when he's fucking you. He loves to seduce you with flowers and dinner then take you on that same table. He'll also whisper sweet nothings to you as he's kissing down your body.

Jacking Off: when he's jerking himself off, he has you on his mind as his hand slides up and down his shaft. He thinks about your mouth and how good it feels wrapped around his cock. His hand speeds up whenever he thinks of you moaning and touching yourself for him. You are what gets him off the most. It's not porn, it's not sexual music, it's you. Your voice, your body, and the beautiful noises you make as he bottoms out in you.

Kinks: hahaha my favorite part. This princey has a couple of kinks. Of course, we have the breeding kink since we love the idea of filling you full of his seed and the possibility of you getting pregnant because of it. Another one would be that he likes to be called "sir" as he fucks you ruthlessly. The last one would have to be the size difference. He loves how you're so small compared to him which turns him on even more than you already do.

Locations: The bedroom is number one then the second would be in a place where two could be caught, such as his favorite, the library/archives. He lovessss the fact that you two could be caught in the act and more importantly, it would boost his ego a lot by knowing that person will know that you're his. Ruhn has a very small touch of possessiveness in him.

pt. two will be posted soon. tumblr hates how long this is lmao.

#ruhn danaan smut #ruhn x reader #ruhn danaan x reader #crescent city fics #crescent city smut #crescent city #ruhn danaan

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talesfromthebacklog · 5 months

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Adding to The Backlog: Christmas Sale Pickups.

This is the time of year I pick up the most titles (which I then work on for the rest of the year.). And why not? Everything is on sale! I actually budget for this time of year.

It’s “Tales From The Backlog” not “We buy nothing until I finish the backlog”. The backlog will never be finished.

So let’s go over what I got! Links for everything will provided. As I find people are more likely to engage if the work was already done for them. Me included. This is not necessarily a suggestion list. If you want to see if any of these games are actually any good follow my blog. But I do think it’s interesting to show people what kind of gamer you are, the games you’re attracted to, their difficulty level.

A gamer’s library says a lot about a gamer, in my opinion.

For Playstation 5:

Goodbye Volcano High:

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TLDR: I put this one first because if you don’t see any of the other games on my pickup list, I AT LEAST want you to consider this one. This was the only Playstation title I picked up on sale (It is also on Steam). This is pre(historic)-apocalyptic coming of age visual novel with killer animation and music. I’m surprised I don’t see folks talk about this one more. It’s maybe the most stunning looking visual novel to come out this year. (At least at a glance)

Which is a hefty claim considering titles like Jack Jeanne and Virche Evermore: Error Salvation dropped this year. I can’t WAIT to play this one.

For Nintendo Switch:

Roots of Pacha:

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I came back around to this one. It looks like Stardew Valley but with cavemen. You don’t see cavemen touched on a lot anymore so it seems different and interesting.

Wylde Flowers:

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This is one see that keeps popping up in conversations and videos as a great cozy game. It’s supposed to be really good. I’m honest enough to admit that it being on the Apple app store as well as Switch makes me REALLY skeptical. But I’ve seen enough gameplay where I’m willing to take a chance.

Coromon:

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I enjoy Pokemon-like titles. I don’t think we get enough of them. I love Pokemon. And you’ll be seeing my update on how I feel about Scarlet/Violet’s last piece of DLC the Indigo Disc here pretty soon.

However Pokemon is so domineering on the market that a lot of these smaller collector games get unnoticed. This seems to be a very unapologetic Pokemon-clone much like Monster Crown. Which is fine by me.

Nexomon + Nexomon: Extinction bundle:

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Another very obvious Pokemon clone. But it’s obviously prettier than its Coromon counterpart. (Kinda wish the names were more unique.) I have nothing new to say here.

Monster Sanctuary:

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Pokemon… but it’s a Metroidvania. $3.99. I swear the theme wasn’t intentional they just all popped up on sale at decent prices.

2021 Moon Escape:

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This is from the same people who did Traumatarium. I did a review on that one a few months back. It’s on sale for $2.49. And this ISN’T my cheapest pickup for this year. The gameplay reminds me of Zelda or Star Tropics. But I don’t know much about it other than what the trailer already shows us. But also it was $2.49. It’s okay with me if it’s just okay. Not all games have to be 10/10.

Mythic Ocean:

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I have a soft spot for ocean games. Even the more spooky ones like Subnautica or Dredge still have this serene element to them. Mythic Ocean is no different. You apparently help a pantheon of gods find themselves. Which in turn those choices shape the world around you. Sounds simple, short, and cute. It looked a bit explorable too? We’ll see. I’m unsure about that part. It’s on sale for $1.99. And this was my cheapest pickup this season.

For Steam:

Sonic Forces: Overclocked (Steam version REQUIRED for this)

I have, in no uncertain terms. Have played this game. I 100%ed it even. I like the game. Played better but I still like it.

HOWEVER. I haven’t played Sonic Forces Overclocked. Which requires the PC version of Sonic Forces!

This is a FAN MADE incredible mod that blows the original game out of the water apparently. This is, perhaps, my most high priority game purchase of the YEAR. And it’s only $10 to buy Forces right now. This is literally a no brainer.

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Slay The Princess:

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I felt like videos on this one sprung up seemingly overnight on Youtube. I watched someone play the demo and it was an awesome looking game. A horror visual novel about saving a princess is a neat little premise. This one was barely on sale, but I see myself playing this one soon because of the hype. The full voice acting is great.

Magical Diary: Wolf Hall

The original visual novel Magical Diary: Horse Hall was a game a friend showed me back in high school. Pretty innocent and cute. When this dropped in 2020 I was surprised the game got a sequel at all. The thing I remember most about Horse Hall was that there was a route where you could date Professor Snape. That wasn’t his name but… it might as well have been.

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chaotic-super · 2 years

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The Gym Experience

Lena has never had an abundance of friends, she just doesn’t know how to interact with people most of the time, so when a friend asks her for a favour she has a hard time saying no.

This leads us to here: National City Gym. It may just be hell on Earth, at least according to Lena and her wheezing. Kelly asked her to come with her since she wants to start getting into better shape and wanted someone to come with her to ease her anxiety, so Lena agreed just because the hopeful look in Kelly’s eyes was too much for her lonely heart to take.

Less than a week after that fateful conversation Lena has found herself actually having to follow through with her promise, something she had been hoping to discreetly back out of before actually following through.

At least she looks sexy in workout gear with her hair slicked back into a standard ponytail, if she’s going to die today, at least she’ll do it looking good.

She’s been on a treadmill for a whole ten minutes, that’s a record for her, and she is even jogging instead of walking. It’s a real life miracle. Lena gasps as she her best to force some air into her lungs while Kelly does the same on the treadmill beside hers.

“This might be the worst thing I’ve ever done in my life.” Kelly steps off her treadmill and brings her hands to her knees, thoroughly out of breath and obviously struggling. “I’m just glad you’re here too, you know that misery loves company.”

“I’m suddenly rethinking a lot of my life choices.” Lena shoves her away from her jokingly as she steps off her own treadmill. “What do you want to do next? Other than go home and eat chips, that is.”

Kelly chuckles at her friend being ever the pessimist. “Come on, we’ve got some dumbbells calling our names.”

Lena groans as Kelly walks ahead, leading the way. “How much longer before we can give up and never come back here again?”

“I’m suddenly regretting asking you to join me instead of Sam, I’d hoped that you would be the better influence, but I guess Sam would have been the better option after all.”

Lena fixes her with a glare and if looks would kill, Kelly would already be in the morgue. “Take that back, Olsen. I swear to every god in the damn universe that I will handcuff you to a treadmill and force you to run forever if you don’t take it back right this second.”

Kelly’s eyebrows raise high enough that they may as well join her hairline. “What the heck, Luthor? That’s a twisted threat and you know it, I’d be dead within twenty minutes.”

“The best threats are the most effective ones, now are you going to take it back?”

“Obviously not, now don’t be a psycho and lift some weights, you might sweat some of your negativity out if you do.”

“I don’t sweat.”

“Sure you don’t, sweet pea.” Kelly ignores her from then on, only reacting to Lena’s obvious anger with a tiny smirk from being able to get back at her for being a killjoy.

Lena keeps grumbling to herself as she grabs a pair of dumbbells for herself, not entirely sure on what she’s actually meant to do with them. She lifted them off the ground, surely that should be enough to get her jacked.

She sort of just half-heartedly brings them up in front of her, swinging them up to her chest then letting them drop back down to her sides again. She knows she isn’t doing it properly, but she really doesn’t want to have to get her phone out to google how to do it, that would be simply humiliating to do in the idle of a gym.

Her arms start to ache after a minute or two of this, along with her back. She’s definitely doing this wrong but she’s still holding up strong, trying to mimic Kelly’s much smoother movements. She must have done some research before they came here.

Just as Lena is about to give up and find out how she is actually meant to do it, she feels a light tap on her shoulder. She spins around quick, ready to bite the head off whoever just dared to touch her but when she sees the person all of her pent up rage dissipates rapidly.

Any ability Lena has to speak disappears the second she lays her eyes on the goddess of a woman standing in front of her, a timid smile resting on her pretty face.

“Hey, I’m really sorry to bother you. You just looked like you were struggling, and I noticed that your form was off, so I wanted to ask if you wanted any tips?”

Well if anyone is going to be able to help her, it’s this woman. She has muscles coming out of her muscles, her arms are especially impressive, but she has to say, her abs are a close second. Her legs would probably be in the running too if Lena could get a good look at them but if she does, she knows that she will end up doing inappropriate, so it’s for the best.

Her blonde hair is tied back in a similar fashion to her own, a bright scrunchie holding it in place. She also has black framed glasses sitting on her nose, making her look nerdy in a flatteringly adorable way.

Despite the size of her muscles, she isn’t massive though, she somehow looks like a bodybuilder and a skinny marathon runner all in one and it is so very unfair because Lena knows that no matter how long or hard she could train, she would never in a million years end up looking anywhere close to how Kara looks.

“I – Uh, thank you. I’d like that, I don’t really know what I’m doing.” Lena mumbles out, her brain stumbling over the words worse than her mouth is.

The woman beams at her, ecstatic that Lena is taking her up on her offer to help. “Awesome! I’m Kara by the way, now let me show you.”

Kara. The name fits her, it’s beautiful just like her and her lovely muscles. Ok, so Lena may be a little bit in love already but who can blame her, that girl has got an incredible body that Lena wouldn’t mind rubbing – nope, she’s not going there. She’s just going to let her explain and let her get back to her own workout, simple as that.

Kara grabs her own set of weights, considerably heavier that the ones that Lena had gotten for herself. She goes on to show Lena how to do the lift properly and explaining it as she goes along before asking Lena to show her so she can check that she understands.

If Lena purposely doesn’t tuck her elbows just to see if Kara will touch her again, that’s nobody’s business but her own. She does touch her again, just to let you know.

Lena is disappointed at how quickly the interaction is over, Kara heading back off to who knows where to play with some of the more intimidating machines that Lena is fully aware would likely injure her gravely if she so much as dared to think about using them.

She watches her go, her piercing green eyes fixated on that previously hidden but very lovely ass of the blonde then she refocuses on the weights in her hands, since she’s here, she may as well give it a go. She’s never been one to quit.

Just as she begins lifting them again, a cackle from her side cuts her off. “That was amazing! You were practically drooling all over the floor when she lifted those heavy weights, I’m surprised you didn’t ask her to lift you!”

The happy look that had overcome Lena’s face disappeared instantly. “And you just ruined my mood. It sucks for you really because that attractive woman was your only hope of ever getting me to come back here again. Now I guess you’ll have to come here and pick heavy things up alone. Sucks to be you.”

Kelly lifts her hands up in front of her in a stop signal. “Well, there’s no need to make any rash decisions now, is there?”

“There absolutely is and it’s all your fault.”

“What do you want from me?”

“I’ll take your apology in the form of an IOU.”

Kelly hates how quickly Lena can turn the tables on her. She supposes that’s how she got to where she is today, the CEO of one of the world’s most successful corporations. “Fine but let the record state that you’re being mean to me just because you were two seconds away from asking blondie to hold your tits for you because they were getting to heavy for you.”

“Sweet cheeks, you’re the one that was mean first by making me come here in the first place.” Lena smiles, dropping her dumbbells on the floor after finishing another set so she can grab a drink of her water. “And I can hold my own tits, thank you very much.”

As she passes behind Kelly she gives her a not so gentle pat on the behind, earning her another glare and an angry mumble that she pretends not to hear. “I should’ve brought Sam…or maybe Andrea.”

Lena decides that exercise isn’t too bad after all, not when she has a good view, namely Kara cross the gym doing squats. She is still counting down the time until she can stop because every muscle in her body aches, but she doesn’t mind it too much. She is like ninety percent sure that she won’t be coming back again so she may as well enjoy her time here while it lasts.

It takes another fifteen minutes for her to call it. “Kelly, I’m done. I’m going to go shower and I’ll wait for you in the locker room after. I think I might actually die if I do any more exercise today.”

“You’re such a drama queen, Lena. Whatever though, I’m just finishing up, so I won’t be far behind you.”

Lena makes her way out towards the showers, dying to get the lingering sweat off her body, making her feel kind of gross and worry that she is starting to smell because of it. Lena Luthor is many things, but she is not smelly.

She is really hoping that Kelly will hurry up so they can get out here as fast as humanly possible, the benches in the locker room don’t look comfortable at all so she will have to mildly threaten her to hurry her up when she comes and joins her through here or else she’ll end up with dead buttocks from sitting on the hard wood.

With nimble fingers, Lena slides the locker key into place, grabbing her gym bag for her towel and fresh clothes. She them proceeds to have the quickest shower of her life, not wanting to prolong her visit to what may just be the dankest shower cubicle she’s ever been in, she will have to ledge a complaint because she’s genuinely worried she might catch something from how grim it is in there.

Nobody expects to come out of a shower feeling filthier than when they went in but hey, Lena is experiencing a lot of things today that she never thought she would and the majority of them are negative so she may as well embrace it. Not physically though because once again, that’s grim.

Lena tidies everything away into her gym bag, bought a few years ago but only because she bought too many books from a bookstore, and she needed a massive bag to carry them all and there was a sports gear store right across from the bookstore.

Up until now it smelled of that incredible new book smell that she can’t get enough of and now it’s ruined, it just smells of gym lockers and sweat. Not only that but she can’t ever use it for books again because it will make them smell too. Kelly really owes her one…or five.

She changed out of her gym wear and into an oversized shirt and jeans, content to dress casually since she’ll just be grabbing a quick bite to eat with Kelly before heading home for the day to forget all about ever coming here in the first place.

With a sigh she drops herself down onto the aforementioned wooden bench, resigning herself to the butt cramp she is sure to get and fishing her phone out of her bag so she can check her emails. Nothing goes better with horrible aching muscles than horrible work emails where the board are demanding more pointless meetings.

There is a brief moment where she considers replying to the emails, but they make her life hell, she can let them wait an extra day, they don’t get her time and effort on her only day off she is taking in three weeks.

The only good part of her visit here is her brief run in with the hottest woman she’s ever met, she really doesn’t understand how a person can be simultaneously so hunky and adorable. There was a definite spark when she had touched Lena’s arm to fix her form too, and if that’s what she gets from an arm touch, she can’t imagine what she would feel if that touch was somewhere else.

Her thoughts are interrupted by a newly familiar voice. “Is someone using the shower?”

Lena’s head whips around to look over her shoulder at Kara, once again take aback by her beauty and lost for words until she realises that Kara is looking back at her, amused and waiting for an answer.

“I – uh…No. No one.” Lena stutters out, mentally slapping herself for losing her edge, usually she would be flirting her heart out but one look at a cute blonde with incredible abs and she’s mush.

“Ok, thanks!” Kara smiles, her hand pushing her glasses up her nose a little.

She looks like she is about to say something else but doesn’t get the chance because there is another woman walking past with short red hair who throws a balled up sock at her and yells. “Hurry the fuck up, Kara!”

With a brief press of her lips together into a tight smile, Kara raises her hand in a silent wave and heads into the cubicle she recently departed. She’ll cry if Kara thinks the dirt in there came from her, that would hurt more than her muscles currently do. She doubts that she will be able to sit right in her office chair tomorrow and she barely did anything, only a jog, some bicep curls and a couple of squats. She really is out of shape.

The shower turns on not long after Kara enters, making her very aware of Kara’s state of undress just a few metres away from her. She has to mentally scold herself for being such a perve, if she wants to think about licking those delicious abs, she needs to do it in the privacy of her own home, not in public.

She physically shakes her head as if to shake the dirty thoughts away and stands, set to search for her wayward friend that has left her here to fester in this locker room.

Kelly isn’t hard to find, her giggles can be hear from a mile away as she’s talking with the red head that was telling Kara to hurry up earlier. They are chatting about who knows what but from the way Kelly is smiling at her and batting her eyelashes, she’s definitely flirting.

Oh no, if she’s suffering then Kelly has to suffer too. She said it herself earlier, misery loves company. “Hey, Kelly. Where did you get to? Are you ready to get going?”

She receives a sharp glare from the corner of Kelly’s eyes and an eyebrow raise that says, ‘really? You’re doing this right now?’

“I have to get changed but I shouldn’t be long.”

“Don’t blame her, it’s my fault. I was distracting her.” The other woman chimes in, a shy smile thrown in Kelly’s direction.

Lena nods politely but doesn’t say anything else, just looks expectantly at her friend, hoping she will get the hint and guess what, she doesn’t.

“I actually invited Alex and Kara to join us for lunch, that’s alright isn’t it?”

Lena fights through the gay panic to answer in a timely manner and to slap a courteous smile on her face. “Of course, the more the merrier.”

“Awesome, I’ll go get ready too, I won’t be long.” Alex smiles, her eyes lingering on Kelly for a few more seconds before she goes.

Great, so not only will she have to try and hold it together in front of Kara for at least another hour, but now she’s going to have to put up with Kelly making heart eyes at Alex too. She can see when Kelly likes someone, and it is painfully obvious, but she knows that her friend has been lonely recently and has been wanting to meet someone new so a little tiny art of her is happy for her, even if she annoys her to high heavens.

Once again she is left alone to her thoughts, stuck waiting for Kelly so she can continue on with her day for getting sucked into situations she normally wouldn’t choose to be in. Lena lets her head gently flop back and hit the locker behind her as she whispers to herself, “what has a girl got to do to sit alone at home with a good book?”

“I hear that.”

The voice takes her by surprise again, making her jump and hit her elbow on the locker. By instinct she brings it up to her chest, cradling it. “Ow, fuck!”

Lena’s not sure what hurts more, the pain in her elbow or the lack of visible muscles now that Kara has put a shirt on.

“I’m so sorry, let me see! Are you alright? I didn’t mean to startle you, I promise.” Kara gasps, taking Lena’s arm in her hand, turning it with a delicate hand to see if there is any visible damage.

It’s happening again. It’s happening. She’s touching her again and her brain is broken. “I – Yes. I’m fine, I’ll probably just have a bruise tomorrow, that’s all. Don’t worry about it.”

“Well, I’m still sorry. My sister always says that I’m like a ninja, too quiet until I’m up close.” Kara giggles and it’s the cutest thing ever, Lena just wants to squeeze her pink dusted cheeks between her fingers and kiss every inch of her face.

Woah, woah. She needs to slow down. This is a stranger. Well, not for long, Kelly has apparently set them up for lunch and if she’s lucky, it will turn into a double date.

“Well, if you really want to make it up to me, I think Kelly and Alex are crushing on each other so we’re all going out for lunch, you could always get me an apology drink.”

“I could, couldn’t I?”

“It would be the most practical thing to do.” Lena nods decisively, trying to bring back her usual Luthor charm and get rid of this awkward bumbling mess she’s become.

Kara nods, a grin sweeping across her face and her dazzling blue eyes sparkling at her. “I agree.”

Kelly and Alex join them, their own bags slung over their shoulders. “We’re all set to go if you guys are?” Alex asks, her hand brushing Kelly’s own, making her long to feel the redhead’s fingers sliding between her own.

Kara answers for them. “Yep, we’re ready.”

They take separate cars to lunch, mutually deciding on going to a local place they all know and like: Noonan’s.

It’s a mutual decision to grab an outdoor table, Kara leading the decision because she gets so excited about being able to sit out in the sun. Lena can tell she must do it a lot if her sun kissed skin is any clue. It’s just another thing she can add to her list on why she is so attractive.

“So, you guys are new to the gym?” Kara asks, sipping on her strawberry milkshake while everyone else settled for coffee.

Lena replies, Kelly and Alex already caught up in their own conversation and ignoring them both. “That easy to tell, huh?”

This time, Lena makes Kara stutter, boosting her confidence and making her feel like her old self again. Maybe she can blame the atmosphere of the gym for her lack of social abilities earlier. “Well – I…um, a little, but mostly because I go a lot and didn’t recognise you.”

Lena chuckles at her light-heartedly. “Relax, I’m just teasing. I was in over my head and had no clue what I was doing in there, thanks for rescuing me by the way, I was halfway to breaking every bone in my body.”

Kara breathes out a quiet sigh of relief, overjoyed that she hasn’t upset the pretty brunette she’s found herself out with. “I never actually caught your name before.”

“Really?”

“Nope.”

“Cool.”

Kara stares at her, dumfounded. Is this woman for real? Her smirk says that she’s messing with her but the kindness swimming in her eyes says she doesn’t have the capabilities of being cruel so she’s at a loss. “Are you going to tell me your name?”

“I might do.”

They are broken out of their bubble by a napkin hitting Lena in the face thanks to Kelly. “Ok, that’s enough of…whatever that was. Her name is Lena, and we want to order food so come on, pick up your menus and make a decision.”

Upon hearing Kelly get all demanding, Alex pretty much melts into a puddle in her chair, already looking completely smitten. It’s disgusting to watch, they’re totally going to bone later.

Lena doesn’t know if she wants to hit Kelly or thank her. She’s been really, super-duper, extra annoying today but has also gotten them a lovely meal with two top tier women that both seem to be into them respectively. She’ll take it as a win but if Kelly is expecting a thank you she can go pleasure herself…or get Alex to do it for her.

Kara is quick to engage her back into conversation after they place their orders, Kara shocking her with how many extra sides she adds onto her meal, while Alex and Kelly go back to their own conversations.

Lena makes the mistake of mentioning how she is likely to make her gym session a one time thing and because Kara gives her a pretty smile, she lets herself get talked into going back and letting Kara show her the ropes to see if she’ll grow to like it more.

There was a brief period where she tried to say no, using the excuse of not wanting to mess up her buddy system with her sister but Kelly is quick to offer to buddy up with Alex instead, of-fucking-course.

She’s going to hate every second, she can already tell. Damn her inability to say no to adorable beefcakes. At least she’ll get to see Kara’s muscles again and if it leads to something more, well she’s heard that you can get plenty of exercise in the bedroom.

This is based on a twitter prompt and art, click here to view on twitter.

#supercorp #lena luthor #kara danvers #supergirl #kara x lena #kara zol el #fanfic #wlw #cw supergirl #supercorp endgame #dansen #kelly olsen #alex danvers #human kara danvers

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McHarrison, 43

are you sure this is your first time?

(AN: this is long, i apologize! lol)

WARNING: NSFW

“Bloody cord, c’mon…”

Paul fiddled with the cord on his bass, kneeling in front of it to get a better look at the jack. The band was preparing to rehearse for their upcoming appearance on some television show to promote their new album. They’d done so many of them lately that they were having a hard time remembering what the shows were called. Not that it really mattered. They would play a couple of songs, maybe talk to the host after, then go back to their rooms. And for this trip, Paul was sharing with George.

That was lucky, really, because he’d been spending some intimate time with George when they could be alone. They hadn’t done much yet, just wanking each other off after a heated snog against the wall or on the bed. And while their wanks were satisfying, Paul was beginning to want more. He found himself wondering what George felt like in his mouth. What he tasted like. What his cum would feel like in his mouth and throat.

Paul shook his head. He was still accepting his attraction to another man, so the idea of sucking George off was a bit unnerving. But at the same time, it was incredibly hot. Paul squirmed, trying not to get himself too worked up before rehearsal. The more he tried to stop it, the more difficult it became to get the memory of George’s deep moan out of his head. The way his back arched as he came, the way he swore as he got close… fuck.

“Focus,” Paul scolded himself.

He plugged the bass into the amp and started to stand, only to find himself face-to-face with someone’s crotch. Paul swallowed hard as he looked up and saw just whose it was.

George’s.

He shifted uncomfortably as he felt his cock twitch with interest in his trousers. God, what he wouldn’t give to be able to act on his fantasy right here, right now. Just… pull George into some secluded area, get on his knees, and suck him off. But there was one problem. He’d never done it before. Sure, he’d gotten plenty of blowjobs from birds over the years. But this was his first time being this intimate with a man. What if he was bad at it? He chewed at his fingernail as his anxiety began to build.

No. He wasn’t going to go down that spiral. He knew what kinds of touches George liked, surely it’d be similar with his mouth. Suddenly his mind was flooded with all sorts of sinful images… George’s hands in Paul’s hair as Paul sucked him off. George moaning and swearing as his back arched up off the bed. George cumming into Paul’s mouth, pulling Paul’s hair…Paul felt himself stiffening in his trousers.

“Somethin’ on yer mind?” George teased when he looked down and saw the growing bulge in Paul’s trousers. He gave Paul a wicked smirk, which didn’t help the situation. George’s confidence was one of the sexiest things about him, after all.

Paul quickly stood before anyone could catch him in the rather compromising position. After all, what would the others think if they saw Paul on his knees in front of George with George smirking at him? He carefully covered his bulge with his hands. To anyone walking by, it would look like an innocent, casual conversation between bandmates, probably about the songs or something. But George and Paul knew better. Added to the eroticism, if Paul was honest with himself.

It was now or never, Paul told himself. He swallowed hard and leaned in closer to George. “There’s something I wanna try when we get done here,” he whispered, subtly raising his eyebrows before leaning back and going to his bass.

George was intrigued. What did Paul, who wasn’t as secure in his attraction to men, want to do? Before he could get too carried away, they were called to get into position. Good timing. George put on his guitar and focused all of his attention on the rehearsal as well as he could, which was a challenge given Paul’s tease.

Fortunately for Paul and George, they were able to remain focused enough on the music to prevent anyone from asking questions. They made the quick trip back to the hotel after dodging the onslaught of fans that had found out where the rehearsal was and stayed out there hoping to catch a glimpse of their favorite band.

Paul made it to the room first, George following closely behind. He locked the door behind him, turning to face Paul. A visibly nervous Paul.

“So. Ye wanted to try somethin’?”

Paul nodded and rubbed his sweaty palms on his thighs. “I did. I wanted to - to try sucking ye off,” he stammered.

George looked at Paul, taken aback by the bluntness. It wasn’t typical; Paul tended to dance around things he wasn’t completely comfortable with. But perhaps because it was the two of them, Paul felt safe saying it. George felt a rush of affection for the man.

“Ever done it before?” George asked as he headed towards the bed and beckoned Paul to join him. Paul shook his head, joining George on the bed. He looked down. George was already half hard, probably from thinking about getting a blow job. “First, ye gotta relax. It’s just me.”

Paul nodded again and leaned in for a kiss. Something he knew he was good at, something that would help his mind shut off and stay in the moment. The kiss started slow, but it wasn’t long before they were making out, Paul on top of George, shirts off and tongues exploring as they rubbed their clothed cocks together. He could feel George’s hardness pressing against his own and knew it was time. He pulled away, kissing down George’s chest as his hands fumbled with the buttons on George’s jeans.

“Here. This’ll make it easier.” George moved to sit on the edge of the bed, taking off his jeans and pulling down his underpants. Paul took a deep breath as George’s erection stood against his stomach. That was going in his mouth. And George was a bit bigger than average. “On your knees…”

The command was gentle, but Paul felt compelled to obey. He got down on his knees and thought. George always reacted strongly to touch on the tip. So, Paul kissed the tip softly, glancing up at George before beginning to suckle on it. George gasped, a sign for Paul to keep going. Paul began to take George into his mouth. He never felt teeth when he’d gotten sucked off, so he covered his with his lips as he went from experience, slowly bobbing his head a little. George moaned softly as Paul flattened his tongue. Okay, so that was good.

It wasn’t terrible, just odd. George’s cock was hard and heavy on his mouth, and Paul’s instinct was to gag as he went further down. When it was too much, Paul wrapped his hand around the base. George always reacted well to touch, so Paul tried his best to stroke his lover’s cock in time with the slow, firm sucks. George swore as the combination of touch and tongue sent waves of pleasure through his entire body.

“Fuck…” George moaned. “Are - are you sure this is your first time? Because… oh fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, Paul… more… please…”

Who was Paul to disobey? George’s moans and gasps fueled his confidence, and he began to speed up his motions, sloppily running his tongue along a vein on the underside of George’s cock. George moaned almost constantly, swearing… and then Paul felt George’s body tense. Which meant… he was close to cumming. The idea of swallowing wasn’t appealing. Not yet, at least. But he didn’t want to disappoint…

Fortunately, George was somehow able to sense Paul’s discomfort. He pulled out of Paul’s mouth, leaving Paul to stroke him off with his own saliva as the lube. He looked up, silently thanking George as he skillfully stroked him, paying attention to all of George’s most sensitive places. And then… with a shout, George came, back arching as he spurt hot and white over his stomach and Paul’s hand. Paul reached down with his free hand, palming himself. God. He was achingly hard… but he pushed that to the back of his mind as he stroked George through the aftershocks of his orgasm.

“Shit…” George breathed once his pleasure had subsided and he was able to talk again. “Had no idea ye could do that…”

“Neither, uh, neither did I,” Paul admitted. Feeling a bit more secure, he made a show of palming his erection through his trousers.

“Proud of ye,” George teased. He wiggled his eyebrows and patted the bed beside him. “Now… I’d like to return the favour….”

#mcharrison #paul x george #george x paul #beatles fanfiction #beatles fanfic #beatles slash

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