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A Good Change - Jack Kline x Reader

Summary: When Jack asks reader to join him during a TV marathon, reader gets worried that the nephilim isn’t taking care of himself. They decide to help him as best as they can.

Pairing: Jack Kline x Reader

Word count: 2,601

Warnings

A/N: I disappeared from here for a while but I’m hoping to get some writing done over the winter break! So if anyone wants to request anything (especially SPN related, I’m in a big Supernatural mood rn) just let me know! Here’s some sleepy Jack fluff :)

If someone had asked you a few months ago what Lucifer’s son would be like, you would have had a few choice words for him. If someone had told you that you would have to be living with the son of the Devil, you would have called them insane. And if they had told you that you would wind up curled up on the couch with Satan’s literal spawn at every possible opportunity, you would have shot them then and there.

You were wrong.

Jack began living with you and the Winchesters a few months ago, helping out here and there with various cases while he worked on honing his powers. Things had a rocky start for sure, but as soon as Castiel returned things began looking up. Dean’s mood lifted exponentially, Jack had his rightful father back, and one of your best friends defied death once again. Dean seemed to trust Jack more and more with each day, and you could tell he felt grateful to the boy for bringing his closest friend back to him.

Life with the young nephilim wasn’t exactly what you would have expected. Where you thought there would be constant fights and bloodshed, there was shared candy and Netflix marathons, because Jack has a sweet tooth and a soft spot for Ashoka. What you thought would be venomous threats against you turned out to be random unprompted compliments, because Jack always tends to say exactly what’s on his mind. And where you expected there to be violence and mayhem spinning the Bunker into disarray, you got sudden hugs and regular quiet nights in, because Jack realized physical comfort is one of his favorite things about humanity.

“(Y/N)?” His soft voice called from the hallway outside your room in the Bunker. You shuffled out of your bed at the sound, quickly scurrying over to the door and opening it to meet the boy with a smile.

“Hey Jack!” You greeted in a pleasant tone. “What’s up?”

He offered you a grin. The nephilim shifted his weight from one foot to the other from his place in front of your doorway before he replied. “There’s a Scooby Doo marathon on TV right now,” he stated simply. Silence fell over the pair of you as he gazed at you with an expectant expression.

You realized moments later that this was all he wanted to say, and your eyebrows pulled together in confusion. “That’s great, Jack. But why did you come tell me?”

Jack’s expression soon mirrored your own, along with an added head tilt. “You do like Scooby Doo, don’t you?” You nodded, assuring him that yes, of course you like Scooby Doo. A bright smile spread across his face at this, and his posture straightened instantaneously. “Great! Then come on!” With that being said, he reached out and grabbed your hand to tug you along with him into the hallway. You had barely enough time to close your door before he pulled you into his room and got himself settled on the bed. He pressed his back against the headboard, crossing his legs criss cross.

You now took the time to close Jack’s door before turning and following his lead to sit on the bed next to him. You made sure to sit a good distance away from the boy in case he wanted space. Spoiler alert: he doesn’t usually want space. Instantly you saw him scooting closer to you out of the corner of your eye until his shoulder was brushing against yours.

Jack tugged the comforter over the pair of you before snatching the remote off of the mattress and flicking the television back to life. The sounds of the cartoon filled the otherwise silent room. This show was a bit of a joke between your little family, both for obvious reasons and reasons totally unknown to you. You also knew that it had been the first show Jack had any contact with, so it always remained close to his heart.

A couple of episodes passed in complete silence between yourself and the boy by your side, save for the shared chuckles each of you let out with each punchline. You weren’t entirely sure how it happened, but at some point all of the space between you was a distant memory. Jack was soon sat almost entirely in your lap at that point. His body leaned closer and closer into yours with each passing second. His shoulders slumped and slowly but surely his weight against your body grew heavier and heavier. His head bobbed every few seconds and his eyelids drooped as he fought to keep his glazed over eyes on the screen.

“Jack?” You addressed him, your tone soft as to not break the quiet atmosphere of the space. He turned his head to you. You could tell quite clearly that his eyes struggled to focus on your face, and he reached a frustrated hand up in an attempt to rub the exhaustion out of his vision.

“Mhmmm?” He hummed as the heels of his hands scrubbed furiously at his eyes. You were quick to reach out and grab his wrists, tugging them away from his face.

You leaned down to look into his eyes. It was then that you realized how small he had made himself in his exhaustion. He was usually a couple of inches taller than you at least, but with his form as slouched as it was, the top of his head just reached your chin. “How long has it been since you’ve slept?” You asked him in what you hoped was an authoritative tone. You weren’t usually the one that had to get onto Jack for things like this. Usually Sam or Castiel were able to make sure he was taking care of himself and you were more there as a friend than a teacher in self care, but with the state of the boy next to you, you couldn’t just let this go.

Jack let out another hum, and his eyes drifted off to fixate on a space just beside you. “I think… Five days?” He paused for a moment before shaking his head and correcting himself. “No, no. Six.”

Your eyes practically bulged out of your head at his admission. “Jack, you can’t do that to yourself,” you scolded. “We’ve been on a whole hunt since then! You’re telling me you didn’t sleep before, during, or after this past hunt?” He shook his head, confirming your words. A long sigh passed through your lips, and you brought a hand up rub at the bridge of your nose.

A beat of silence passed between you two, until suddenly Jack spoke up. “I’m sorry…” He whispered. His words slurred in his tired state, but you could make them out just fine all the same. His arms wrapped around your waist and tugged you closer to him so he could rest his head in the crook of your neck as he often seemed to do when he needed comfort or grounding. You simply shook your head and brought a hand up to rest against the back of his head. The other sat comfortably over top of the arm wrapped around the front of your body.

“It’s okay, Jack. I’m just… I’m worried about you, you know? I don’t want you to hurt yourself by pushing the limits like this. You might be half angel, but that other half of you is still human. You still need sleep, alright?”

He nodded against your shoulder, only to pull away moments later to look you in the eyes. Uncertainty danced behind his blue gaze before he even began to speak. The light of the TV cast a colorful glow over half of his face, the harsh shadows it created reminding you how sharp his features really were beyond the soft expressions he usually wore. A soft brown curl of hair dropped lazily over one of his eyes, and with the feeling of his breath fanning over your face, you suddenly became acutely aware of just how close he was to you. “Can you…” he began slowly, his brows pulling together as if being tugged by an invisible needle and thread. “Could you, maybe, stay with me? I was thinking that it… It might help?” His words came out as more of a question than a statement, and the unsure look on his face gave the same feeling.

Much to his delight, a small smile formed on your face as you gave him a nod. “Of course I can stay with you,” you insisted, as though the answer should have been obvious. It was anything but obvious to the young nephilim, but he wasn’t going to argue. “In fact…” You paused a moment to situate the blanket over your lap to your liking, ensuring that it was as soft as you could possibly make it before looking back up at the man by your side with a smile. “Lay your head right here.” You patted your lap to punctuate your sentence.

A grateful smile tugged at Jack’s lips at the offer, and he was quick to burrow underneath the covers and settle himself into a comfortable position. In the end, he found that he was most pleased with his head in your lap facing the TV, one hand tucked underneath your legs like they were a pillow and another resting on your knee above his head. This position alone and its proximity to you was enough to help him calm down to the point of a peaceful sleep, but as soon as he felt you playing with his hair, he knew that he would never want to sleep away from you ever again.

You hummed a soft tune, hardly noticeable over the sounds of the cartoon marathon still going on the television in front of the bed. Your eyes weren’t focused on the screen, though. Instead your gaze drifted downwards to rest on the man’s head in your lap. Your fingers continued to brush leisurely through his messy head of soft brown hair. His eyes fluttered closed, and he let out a hum of appreciation when your fingernails scratched carefully across his scalp. You went on like this for a few minutes, you carding your hands through his hair and enjoying how soft his locks felt between your fingers, and him sighing in contentment every so often to ensure you didn’t stop.

You didn’t plan on stopping, though. At least, not until Jack reached up and grabbed ahold of your wrist. His grip was loose, clearly knowing you would trust him enough to keep your hand where he wanted it without tugging it away. You watched in a mixture of confusion and wonder as the nephilim brought your hand over to his face to press a soft kiss against the inner part of your wrist. The touch of his lips against your skin was so feather light that you wouldn’t have known what he had done if you weren’t watching his actions the whole time. He trailed his thumb slowly over the back of your hand before planting another careful kiss onto your wrist and releasing you as though nothing had happened.

You, however, weren’t able to recover as easily as Jack was. You felt frozen in place. It wasn’t out of fear or disgust, that was one thing you were sure of. It was just… shock. Your eyes burned with would-be tears at the sight of this man you adored treating you with such care and affection. His touches were as soft and careful as could be. His gaze held what one could only describe as adoration. Everything about this interaction felt so foreign. It was the exact antithesis of what you felt in your day to day life. You were a hunter. You didn’t get the quiet nights, or the soft touches, or the gentle kisses. You got the monsters, the blood, and the tears that came with your job. But then along came Jack Kline, with his boyish smile and charismatic charm, and suddenly your life felt different. For the longest time you weren’t sure whether or not the change was a good one or a bad one, but in that one moment, with Jack’s nose brushing sleepily against your knee, you knew. It was a good change.

You realized then that you must have phased out just long enough for Jack to sense your shift in demeanor, as he began to speak. “Dean told me that if I find someone that I like, that I should kiss them. He said it’s a way to show that I care about the person, and I wanted to show you that I care about you,” he informed you, his words slurring together as he teetered on the verge of sleep.

You found yourself grateful for not only the dim light, but also for Jack’s unfocused state so you were able to hide the fact that your cheeks were burning enough for you to press the back of your hand against the to cool them down. “Dean told you that, did he?” You managed to force out through your shocked state. Jack nodded from his place in your lap.

“Mmmmmmhmm!” He hummed. He took a moment to shift around so he was able to hold even tighter onto your legs before continuing. “Said if I like s’m’body, I gotta kiss ‘em b’fore ‘nyone else gets ‘em. Don’t want anyone else gettin’ you…” Jack muttered. As the last few words left his mouth, he turned his face to press into your lap, brushing his nose over the blanket as if trying to fix it to his liking.

A soft smile formed on your lips, and you finally reached up and placed your hand back on his head. He let out a satisfied hum and leaned up into your hand before settling back down and allowing you to go back to your ministrations. “Is that all he told you about kissing?”

“No. ‘e said I should kiss ‘em on the lips, but I can’t reach your lips right now. ‘M comfortable here, but I promise I’ll kiss you for real later.” Even in his exhausted state, he managed to sound quite insistent on the matter. His grip on your knee even tightened slightly before loosening fully again.

“I’ll hold you to that promise then, Jack.” And with that, you leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his temple. His lips quirked upwards in a smile at the feeling, and you both settled into a comfortable silence. You continued to run your hands through his hair until you heard him snoring softly, at which point you maneuvered your bodies so you could both be lying beneath the covers.

You slept late into the next morning curled up with the nephilim. You found yourself confused as to how you had managed to sleep for so long without Sam or Dean waking you up, but all of your confusion evaporated when your eyes landed on the note on your bedside table.

I know we always say no attachments, the note began in Sam’s neat scrawl. But I have a feeling this one is for the better. Dean and I caught a hunt a few cities over. Sleep in. You two deserve a break. -Sam

That was all the encouragement you needed to shift back around and tuck yourself snug against Jack once again, allowing yourself to bask in just one happy moment, because that was really all you needed in the end.

This was a good change.

[saad-sack]

hallelujah [jack kline]

prompts: “please, don’t stop”, “I love it when you kiss my neck”, “you want to have sex with me?”

summary: first time with jack

characters: Jack Kline, (mentioned) Dean Winchester, (mentioned) Sam Winchester, (mentioned) Castiel

warning: smut, fluff, first time awkwardness, tooth rotting reassurance fluff, literal filth

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The atmosphere was light and solacing, the subtle tenderness of his fingers soothed my restless arms, as they danced across my skin with such delicacy. His hands left tingles, igniting a fire that spread across me, shivers took their toll up and down my body.

I looked up to his angelic face, to be greeted with a toothy grin, as his eyes settled on my relaxed frame. If my heart did stutter as much as it did metaphorically, I’d be six feet under from the day I met him. I lay cradled between his legs, my head against his chest, as my body was positioned on it’s side. Feeling the soft inhales and exhales coming from the soft boy below me had lulled me into such a confined sense of security, his warmth enveloping me as I revelled.

The remainder of TFW had business elsewhere, so this left me and my chosen soulmate in the confines of the Men of Letters abode. If soulmates were a thing, Jack and I could be labelled as a prime example. I mindlessly fiddled with the folds of his jacket as we found comfort on the sofa, his hand that was currently grazing my arm had moved up to repeat a stroking movement in my hair. I hummed as the sensation of him running his fingers through my hair was a well-found favourite feeling of mine.

Each time he accidentally tangled his fingers within strands of my hair, creating a soft tug, would create a fiery pit in my stomach.

“Y/n…I need to-” He paused for a moment, “-ask you something?” he had ended his sentence as if it were a question to himself as well, unsure of his words. His words were communicated in a shaky manner and he was biting his lip, he only did that when he was nervous.

I sat myself up and he followed suit, I sensed the seriousness of the situation and reached forward to clasp his hands in mine.

“Are you okay? Is something wrong?” I let my tone remain calm yet my head was spinning with questions.

“N-No, nothing’s wrong, I just-” He swallows hard, his eyes can’t seem to reach mine, so I cup his cheek which is red and warm.

“Whatever it is, you know you can say anything to me, I’m the last person to ever hurt you.” I turned his jaw, carefully and lightly, so his eyes were looking into mine.

“I was, uh…speaking to Dean last week and he was teaching me about…pornography?” I almost choked on my own spit, my eyes widened a small amount.

“What did he say? I swear to Chuck if he said anything ba-”

“He said that, everything that went in in those…videos, were fake and that you should only repeat what they were doing with someone you love.” My heart softened for the elder Winchester, who knew under that tough exterior that he knew the right things after all.

“Did he tell you what it was they were doing?” I tilted my head as he continued to recite his conversation.

“I had read and learned about intercourse before but, saw no need for the knowledge. Until now.” I dropped my jaw, no way, he doesn’t mean- “I would like to try it with you.” He smiles wide and it makes my heart drum like a Metallica canticle.

“You want to have sex with me?” I couldn’t hide the awe and blush of the features of my face that betrayed me. “Are you sure? No one is pushing you to do this, are they?” I search his eyes for any uncertainty but find no evidence.

“I’m sure, because I love you, no one has told me to do anything. I really love you.” The sincerity and sureness in his voice- I could pass out, if people’s hearts can shrink from hate then my heart was exploding from love and affection.

“I love you too, Jack, when do you want to-” I couldn’t find the words I was searching for, but he took the hint.

“I-I would like to try now? If that’s okay, I don’t want to make you do something you don’t want to.” His eyebrows pursed in genuine concern, how could anyone ever say no to him?

“Of course, I would do anything for you- with you, Jack. I’d give my life for you, if the situation desired it.” I could see the tears glaze over his cerulean stars that guarded his gaze.

“I could never ask you for that, I’d never let you do that.” He pulled me into his strong cherish, his arms embracing me in a lax yet wistful capture. My heart was crying out to him, craving his everything, beseeching him as a whole. But not in a sexual way, in an amorous pining way.

“I love you more than I have anything, more than I will love anything.” I voiced, looking into his azure allure as he beamed down at me.

“I love you.” That was all he needed to declare before I pushed forward, seizing his ductile lips with mine, moving with a fervour that could shake the building. His delighted trill that vibrated against my mouth was a sound worth the world, every nerve in my chassis felt electric, with the passionate epicentre in the deep of my stomach. What were once innocent butterflies, felt like raging hawks in the depths of this tension.

His docile nature is an adverse contrast to the cruelty of most men I have met, the sensation of his padded fingers drifting across my skin as if they belonged there, was dynamizing.

I decided that I would take direction, seeing as I have prior experience. As our lips remained deep into a passionate lock, which could taunt the most enlightened of couples.

I lightly shifted him on to his back, moving his to lie onto the sofa, as I sat in the space in front of himself. I broke our connection to press small and sighted kisses the the outline of his jaw, he breathes out what I guess he was holding, with a small profound noise. I moved my kisses across his jaw until I reach the corner.

“Are we going to?- Y'know-” I could pin-point his struggle so I decided to answer for him.

“Yeah, are you sure you want this? None of this matters to me as long as I have you.” I felt his reaction before I heard it.

“Oh-I’m sure, if this is any part of it, I can’t wait.” What did I do to deserve this jewel of a soul.

I lifted my leg to straddle over his lap, almost as if instinct, his hands found the safety of my hips. I felt my eyes becoming heavy with lustful dilation as I inclined my head down to re-animate my lips with his in another searing kiss. We had kissed before, a lot, but nothing could compare to right now.

I seated myself down more, pressing myself against his lap, lighter than air. I didn’t want to push him right of the bat.

His careful touch trailed up the side of my back, whilst one hand remained where it lay. His lips moved so fast, it was hard to keep up, I changed my approach. I continued down the road of gentle jaw pecks and moved down towards his neck, which was high in temperature. I added the aspect of pulling his skin through my lips and teeth with pleasurable suction, creating a small purple mark on neck which disappeared a few moments after. This was the first time he let out a fully fledged moan and his hips involuntarily bucked up to press against me. My breath hitched and through impulse I ground down on him harder.

“I love it when you kiss my neck, gah-” He let out another strangled moan as I returned my focus to his neck, his crotch pushed up once again and connected against mine.

“Oh- can you do that again?” His voice was hardly there as I felt him getting hard.

I listened to his plea and grinded myself down onto him, this time, I didn’t stop. His hand gripped my hip, but he had trouble holding on.

“Here- this might be easier to hold on to.” I guided his hands down towards the skin below my ass, which connected to my thigh. He grappled onto it and I sucked in air between my teeth, biting on my tongue, although it wasn’t pain.

“Sorry! Did I hurt you?” His frantic apology reminded my that I was the first person teaching him how to copulate.

“N-No, felt good, you can do that as much as you like.” I edged him on, he nodded and gripped me again, this time moving onto my ass and I lurched my front forward. Burying my head into his neck, I whimpered.

“How did you know to-” I couldn’t answer as he spoke before I could finished,

“I guessed, was that right?” He had a hopeful look in his eyes which almost made me cry out.

“So, so right. You’re doing everything right.” I moaned against his ear, taking in his ear lobe, nipping at it. His other hand which rested on my back had moved down to cup the other side of my ass, mirroring the other. He pushed my hips down to meet his, impatiently, he really couldn’t wait. I can tell already he has an extreme praise kink. I slid my hips across, driving against his cock. He bucks again, fast and sure.

Today was a good day to wear a skirt.

His length was solid and craving release, his lips found my neck, as mine had once found his. He copied what I had done, nipping and sucking at the skin, but this time it would mark. I whined out in frustration.

His hips coiled up faster, stuttering as he came, unexpectedly. Holy motherfucking shit. He called out my name in shattered cries, clasping at any part of me he could. His eyes were screwed as he experienced sexual fulfilment. shut He stopped for a moment after he peaked, I kissed his forehead and his nose as he smiled up at me in awe.

“Was-Was that?” He searched for the words but couldn’t find them.

“You had an orgasm, and I’m guessing your first. I’m also guessing you liked it.” I heaved an amused exhale, he had no idea how hot he was in this second, he sat up to take his jacket off as I rested on his lap still.

“Did it feel like that for you?” I could see the wishing in his sky shaded eyes.

“Not yet, but this is about you, we don’t need to carry on-” I stopped my sentence as I felt him grow once again beneath me.

“No refractory interval, huh.” I whispered to myself in shock.

“In-In the video, the people didn’t have clothes on, is that normal. And I didn’t put my-” I stopped him before I could blush any further.

“Uh yeah it’s normal don’t worry! You just had an orgasm from grinding your- self against me. We haven’t had sex yet.” I brushed the hair from his forehead, which stuck to him because of the cold sweat lacing his skin.

“Can-Can we? Now?” His hot, pink, cheeks blaring against the sunlight, beautiful as he begged. I couldn’t refuse him. His breathing was normal and fluid now, seemingly recovered completely.

“If you really can’t wait any longer.” I cupped his face, kissing him once again, rolling my hips down onto his. He was impossibly hard. I moaned again, slipping my hands under his shirt brushing against his untouched body.

He still remained sat up as I pulled of his shirt, his chest had a small redness across it from the heat, fucking beautiful.

I reached down to grab the hems of my shirt when his hand stopped me.

“Can I?” Jack’s curious eyes bounced between mine and my shirt.

“Go ahead.” I shuffle back from his lap, still straddling him. His fingers find the end of my shirt and slowly pull it up, revealing my good bra thank the lord- actually no, let’s not thank him.

“If it’s okay with you, I’ll take care of this part, it can be tricky.” I motion to my black, lacy garment and he mumbles an ‘okay’.

I reach behind myself, taking a breath before I unclasp the back, pulling off the straps and letting it fall to the floor. I go to cover myself but Jack restricts me, his head moves in confusion.

“Don’t do that, I want to see you.” His declare makes my head reel.

“I’m sorry that I can’t be more than this for you.” I remove my arms from my chest as he holds my hands.

“Why would you want to be? This is you, and as I once head Dean say-” I inwardly cringe at his name being used in this situation. “I think the word breath-taking describes you.” His still-sitting form moved forward so his head can near towards me, his eyes watch me closely before leaning down. He presses soft and sweet kisses to each bust of my chest, I groan out in pleasure, but not physically. The emotional heaviness of the moment is what makes me cry out, how could one person love another so immensely.

“I love you. And that means all of you.” I shut my eyes in impassioned heaven.

“I love you too.” I kissed him before I left the warmth of his lip, he whined before I could speak.

“We need to take the rest of our…clothes off.” I bit my lip and looked off to the side in blushing attraction.

“O-Oh!” He seems to excite at this and eagerly unbuttons his jeans, unzipping before ultimately dropping them completely. “Should I take my underwear off also?” He questions me. His briefs are soaked from his previous settlement and I long to wonder what it would feel like to have him in my mouth, that would have to wait.

“If you’d allow me-” I step towards him, slowly reaching for his clothed crotch, he nods in affirmation. I hook my fingers around the sides of his briefs, kissing his shoulder and chest as I start to pull them off. He kicks them from himself once they reach a certain point and points towards my skirt.

“Can I take it off?” I nod and smile at him.

“You can do anything you want, anything.” I say, a sincere and truthful confession.

He kneels below me, looking up with an innocent yet ruined look in his eyes. Pressing small kisses to my stomach and thighs as he pulls down my skirt along with my underwear in one swift action. I didn’t feel a need to be nervous with him anymore, letting my body do the talking instead of words I led him back towards the couch, which up until this point remained un-christened. That was about to change.

“In the video, the man puts his mouth on her…lower area.” He whispers in thought as he sat on the couch.

“That’s not important right now, we can explore that later. Right now, I just want you to feel the peak of physical affection.” He gives me one of his toothy smiles again and I can’t help but stare at him with adoration in my eyes before we resume the position we were previously in.

I straddled him with no effort and took his impressive length in my hand. He gripped the couch and moaned lowly as I worked him up and down a few times, spreading the leaking pre-cum.

“You ready?” I lean down, kissing his nose, fondly.

“Yes, really ready.” He breathes out, I prod my entrance with the tip of him, sliding it in slightly.

He let out fast paced breathy groans as I slid down onto his firm cock. I’m in no way a virgin, but it’s been a while.

He moves his hands my my waist, his nails dig into me, I moan.

“I’m not hurti-” I answer him before he could finish.

“Definitely not hurting me.” I sigh in pleasure, down his ear as I hunch over.

“I’m gonna move now.” I mumble, he doesn’t know what’s coming to him.

I lift up my hips until I reach the tip of his cock before lightly slamming back down, his hands slide down to clutch the skin on the side of my thighs.

“Do-Do that again.” He groans.

“I’ll do more than that.” There was no need to hold back, I slid myself up again and repeated the motion, setting a steady momentum. His hips snapped up to meet mine as I bounced with no shame.

“Oh, please, don’t stop.” He rushed out, trying to set a faster pace as he snaps up with impatience.

“Jack, you wanna- try being in- control?” I attempt to communicate through breathy laments.

“Yes, please.” I stop sinking my hips for a moment whilst I slowly try to transfer my body weight to beneath him. He gets the gist and helps to flip us over, carefully.

“Don’t hold back, you don’t need to be gentle.” I brush a hand through his hair so it’s out of his face before an unexpected thrust knocks the air out of me. He doesn’t waste time, pushing himself to the brink of speed, I struggle to find somewhere to anchor my hands and I settle for one against his shoulder blade and the other in his hair.

With the relentless pounding and merciless fucking of his hips, I felt blissful thrill that I had never felt before, I couldn’t help the tug of his hair that pulls between my fingers. He wails out, I panic and try to apologise.

“Sorry, fuck! Did that hur-” He snaps into me with more meaning than ever, it’s ruthless and hot.

“Do it again.” He begs into my ear, his voice wavering. I do as he says and pull against his hair, he whines, biting down into my neck.

“Fuck, Jack!” I cry as his pelvic bone creates intoxicating friction against my swollen clit, he’s balls deep and no where near stopping.

“Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” I grip at the skin on his shoulder blade and he grouses in pleasure.

“Never, you’re the only person I’d ever do this with, I love you.” He grunts our as his cock remains a punishing and brutal pace. The sound of his voice saying 'I love you’ in such an intimate moment makes me orgasm on the spot, I came hard and with a recoil I stutter my hips to try and match his, failing at the objective. I moan out his name as I grip onto his hair, the hardest I have.

“Jack!” He pounds impossibly faster as my walls clench around him, begging him to let go, and he does. With a chorus of strangled moans, and stammered whines, he came. He gives a few more ruts before collapsing his head against my chest, leaving kisses up my neck.

I feel my body give up, refusing to move, refusing to breathe.

“O-oh, wo-wow. Woah.” Jack grins with astonishment.

“I know, Jack. That was- especially with you- and-” I give up on words.

“I want to do that all the time.” He let out a throaty laugh, but I knew he was completely serious.

“We can, maybe not all the time but- when it doesn’t inconvenience the others.” It rings in my head for a moment before I realise.

“Shit! The guys will be back soon, grab your clothes.” I usher him to hurry up and I grab mine as well, stammering along to my room with whatever working muscles I had left. As soon as I shut my door, I felt the front one open. Close call.

I breathe out in relief.

“What the fuck?” I hear from outside.

“Uh, Y/n?” I looked towards a blushing Jack. “I forgot to pick something up.” He drops his clothing and I realise we are missing his briefs. Oh, fuck.

“What the fuck is this?” Ah yes, that would be your adopted sons cum-stained underwear, Dean.

[saad-sack]

i know | jj maybank

hellooooo i’ve risen from the dead and its with a fic about outer banks… i’ve fallen in love with jj… thats my baby

this was supposed to be a 5+1 concept and it still kinda is but i got really really carried away. as my new friend @captainpogue​ calls it the too much gene. so buckle up and grab a snack this is 21k words lmaoooo i hope you enjoy

i love you already

warnings: nothing more than what is mentioned in the show

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You were laying on your stomach, on your bed, flipping through a book. It didn’t have your full attention as your mind was elsewhere. Music filtered in through your headphones but you weren’t really listening to it, either. It was almost dark outside and with the power still out, the few candles lit in your room did little to help you focus on the words in front of you.

It was also extremely hot. You were sweating just laying there. Your shirt was stuck to you and your shorts felt uncomfortable even if they were cloth sleeping shorts. Letting out a frustrated groan, you drop your head down to the book but immediately wince when you feel it get stuck to your forehead. You have to slowly lift your head and peel the page off with your fingers. Gross.

Moving the book, you lay your head down again and just try to breathe. The events of the day are finally catching up to you, making you a bit tired. Your mind is racing as the memories flash through like a movie playing behind your eyelids. Walking down the street and hearing a distressed, “Just shut up, Pope!” You recognized the voice like it was your own and rushed across the street where you came face to face with your group. JJ had looked at you, guilt shining in his eyes as he looked back at Shoupe, “Yeah, it was all me.”

A distressed sigh -one that matched the one you let out as you helplessly watched JJ get pushed into the back of the cop car- leaves your body in a rush and it makes your bed bounce just a little with the force of it. Kiara had moved up to you as you watched Pope let out a scream and storm off, his dad following him angrily with the hat Pope had thrown to the ground. She explained what she knew and all you could do was close your eyes and let out a breath. You knew JJ getting arrested, again, wouldn’t be good for him. He’s seventeen now, still a minor, but he’s so close to being tried as an adult and that scares you.

“Hey, you want to go to the police station, see if we can do something?” Kie had offered when she noticed that you’d done nothing but stare off in the direction the cop car had gone.

“No, his dad will most likely show up.” you stated and winced at your own words. “I’m just going to go home. I’d say text me but you know, towers are down. And my phone might even be dead with the whole no power thing.”

Kie laughed at your tone and it pulled a laugh out of you as well.

Rolling onto your back, you cover your face with your hands and try really hard to keep your frustrations at bay. You know JJ didn’t do shit this time around. You know what he’s covering for and why he’s doing it but god damn it you wished he had a little bit more common sense sometimes. You wish he wouldn’t put others before himself sometimes, even though that wasn’t in his nature. You wish he didn’t have such a temper sometimes, or the need to prove himself, because then that’d help him stay under the radar a bit easier. But you knew that JJ would never lose those parts of himself, that’s just who he was. Someone who cared about others too much because he didn’t want them to feel what he’s felt his whole life but had a temper like no other.

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“Think Twice” Matthew Tkachuk

Word Count: 6150 Warnings: language, angst, lots and lots of explicit sexual material, unprotected sex (don’t do that without a lengthy conversation with your partner) 18+

Every time it happened, you swore it was the last. 

You swore you would never fall for his big blue eyes again. You swore you would never let him lead you away from your friends so he could pull you close. You swore you’d never again sneak out of his apartment in the morning, shoes from the night before in hand. 

But every time you saw Matthew Tkachuck’s stupid little smirk, lust hit you like a ton of bricks. 

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hang this video in the moma

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CARTA HART CARTA HART

EH CARTA HART CARTA HART

LESS GO CARTA HART EH

GIT YOUR CARTA HARTS HARE!

(Genius translation: Kevin, like all of us, loves Carter Hart)

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Kevin (to TK): Don’t say anything stupid to me today, you f**king idiot.

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*Kevin: knock knock knock…* No One: Kevin: WHO IS IT?? Not One Soul: Kevin: CAHTAH HAHT

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what would you save in a fire?

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Provy delivers a massive hit and the boys immediately back him up

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Rainy Days - Auston Matthews

A/N: Wow, it’s been so long since I’ve written an imagine and I think I’ve lost my touch! I apologize for this not being the greatest, I’m still a little sick! I hope you like it!

Request: I was wondering if you would be ale to write an imagine with Austun Matthews where he asks his gf to walk to his place instead of hers after uni and she gets caught in the rain and she arrives soaking wet and frozen cold like ice and there is no power and he has to warm her up.

Warnings: None (maybe one bad word)

Stepping out into the sticky Toronto air was not how you wanted to start your day after class was dismissed. After a week of nothing but rain and gross humidity, you had hoped the weekend would be better. But with all the storms from the States having been pushed towards the north, you weren’t sure a sunny day was possible this weekend. And that didn’t really bother you much, for you had loads of work to complete this weekend, and the rain pretty much forced you to settle into your apartment and finish them.

Drawing you from your thoughts, your phone began vibrating in your back pocket. Curious as to who was calling, you removed your phone from your pocket and squinted down at the dim screen to see a picture of your boyfriend taking up the entirety of the screen. A smile spread across your face as you slid the lock bar across the bottom and raised the phone to your ear.

“Hey, Aus,” you answered

“Hey, babe! How was class?” Auston asked. Furrowing your eyebrows, you let out a small laugh.

“It was fine,” you said. “Did you call just to ask me how my class was?”

"Is it so wrong that I care about how your class was? I mean, it is your future and I wanna make sure everything is going alright!" Auston said.

"Okay? And how about you? How was practice this morning?" you asked.

"Good. Hey, did you get home yet?" Auston rushed out. Once again, a small giggle escaped your lips at the eagerness of your boyfriend.

"No, I just left class," you replied as you trotted down the stairs outside of the University. "Why? What's up?"

"I was thinking that instead of going back to your place, you come to mine instead," Auston suggested. Looking up at the darkened sky, you bit your lip as you silently weighed your options.

Auston's apartment was all the way across town which was about a twenty minute walk, while my apartment was only a five minute walk. If I walked back to my place it was less likely that I'd get caught in the rain which seemed like it'd be coming down any minute...

"I don't know, Aus. It looks like it's gonna rain and I don't wanna get caught in it," you said.

"You won't, I promise," Auston said. You giggled slightly at your boyfriends neediness.

"Oh, so you can control the weather now, huh?" you teased. You raised an eyebrow at Auston despite the fact that he couldn't see you.

"Yeah, it's one of my many talents," Auston said. "My other talents include cuddles, and back rubs, and ordering take out for American Horror Story binges, and helping a certain forensic psychology major with her assignments, and-"

"Ugh, you're so lucky that I love you!" you groaned, playfully rolling your eyes.

"So that means you're coming over?" Auston asked, his excitement evident in his voice.

"Yes, yes, I'll be there in about 20 minutes... And I expect you to put your other talents to use when I get there," you said.

“Oh, you can bet your ass I will,” Auston said.

“Alright, I’ll be there soon,” you said.

“I love you,” Auston said.

“I love you too,” you said.

Pulling the phone away from your ear, you ended the call and began making your way across town towards Auston's apartment.

It was only a matter of minutes before little drops of rain began slowly spitting from the sky as the wind around you began to pick up, blowing the storm clouds further into the city where you were walking. You quickened your pace in hopes of making it to Auston’s before the down pour began.

But, just as your luck would hold, the down pour began immediately, forcing you to kick your speed walk up to a brisk jog.

You gently knocked on the door before pulling your arm back into your body to conserve what little body heat you had left. Your teeth chattered and you body shook in a poor attempt to regenerate that missing heat. Water droplets pitter-pattered onto the carpeted hallway outside of Auston's apartment, creating small puddles at your feet.

Seconds later, the door opened and in front of you stood an extremely tired Auston, a small yawn escaping his lips as he pulled the door open.

"Hey, ba- Oh! Oh my god! Are you okay?" Auston asked, suddenly becoming a lot more awake. He stepped closer to you, placing his hands on your crossed arms and taking a better, more intent look at your wet appearance. You looked up at Auston with a pouty lip, tears brimming your eyes as you continued to shake.

“I got caught in the rain,” you stated.

While you easily could've been mad at Auston for convincing you to walk to his place rather than your own despite the impending rain, you simply weren't. The rain had ruined all your notes and waterlogged your textbooks, and while you were upset about it, you were more than happy to pay that price if it meant getting the chance to be with your boyfriend during the season.

"Babe, you're ice cold!" Auston said.

"My notes and textbooks are ruined," you said through chattering teeth. You weren't so much concerned with your health as you were with passing your class, which meant your notes and textbooks were your biggest concern at the moment.

"Uh, when the power comes back on we can use Willy's hair dryer to dry your notes, and I can buy you new textbooks," Auston said. "But before we do anything, lets get you out of those clothes."

"Wait, the power went out?" you pouted, a sense of disappointment washing over you as your plans for a Netflix binge with Auston had fallen through due to the storm.

"Yeah, it went out as soon as the storm hit," Auston said. "But I think you'll like what I did."

"Oh, no, what did you do Matthews?" you said.

"Close your eyes," Auston said. You raised your eyebrows at Auston. "Just close your eyes."

You sighed, your shoulders slumping slightly as you did as you were told and closed your eyes. Auston gently wrapped his arm around your waist and began guiding you into the cold apartment.

"Don't let me walk into anything or I swear-"

"I'm not gonna let you walk into anything," Auston reassured you as he placed a gentle kiss to your temple.

As you entered what you assumed was Austons bedroom, you were overwhelmed by the scent of vanilla. A dim glow leaked through your eyelids, and a slight warmth radiated from the left of you. Auston removed his arm from around your waist, the sound of his footsteps moved away from you.

"Okay, you can open your eyes," Auston said. You opened your eyes to see that you were in fact in Auston's bedroom. Looking around, you noticed that you could actually see his bedroom floor for once and that it wasn't littered with dirty clothes and shoes. You looked at Auston who was digging through his dresser for dry clothes that you could wear.

"You... cleaned your room for me?" you asked with a raised eyebrow.

"While I do appreciate you noticing I cleaned my room, that is not the surprise," Auston said with a laugh. He spun around and walked towards you with a pair of sweatpants and one of his Maple Leafs hoodies in his hands.

Auston placed a sweet kiss to your forehead as he carefully slid your bag off your shoulder, and placed the dry clothes in your hands.

"Your surprise is in the living room, come out after you change, okay?" Auston said.

“Okay,” you replied. You tossed the clothes onto Auston’s bed and began to undress as he left the room, taking your bag with him.

It only took you a few minutes to dress in Auston’s over sized clothes, and hang your wet clothes in the bathroom so they could dry. Once everything was all squared away, you made your way out into the living room like Auston had told you.

Sitting on the coffee table was Auston’s laptop, the Netflix home page displayed on the screen. Candles surrounded the laptop, creating a warm and comforting glow in the living room. On the couch was a mountain of blankets and pillows just waiting for you to crawl under them.

You turned to look at Auston who was in the kitchen, laying your books out on the table to dry. When he looked up to see if you had joined him, his eyes met yours and immediately he smiled, as did you.

“Aus, I thought the power went out,” you said. Auston walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into him.

“It did, I’m using my phone hot spot,” he said, placing another kiss to your forehead. “And now, it’s time to warm you up because you are still freezing cold.”

“You are the best boyfriend ever!” you said as you reached up to place a kiss to his lips.

“Only for you,” he said. Auston took a few small steps backwards before falling back onto the couch, his arms still wrapped around you.

You squealed in surprise and then laughter filled the room as Auston squeezed you tightly, pulling a blanket over your bodies.

“You know, I read somewhere that if we both take our clothes off, I’ll be able to warm you up faster,” Auston said, a smirk growing on his face.

“Is that so, Mr. Matthews?” you asked, curling into his chest to take in as much warmth as possible.

“Yep, but that’ll have to wait because there’s takeout on the way and I don’t think the delivery driver needs to know me that well,” Auston said.

“I love you, Aus.”

“I love you too, (Y/N/N).”

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dealing with the worst case scenario

your condom breaks

you feel a lump on your breast

your friends are ignoring you

you’re stranded on an island 

you got rejected by a crush

you get into a car accident

you got stung by a bee/wasp

you got fired from your job

you’re in an earthquake

your tattoo gets infected

your house is on fire

you’re lost in the woods

you get arrested abroad

you get robbed

your partner cheated on you

you’re on a ship that’s sinking

you fall into ice

you’re stuck in an elevator

you hit a deer with your car

you have food poisoning

your pet passed away

you fall off of a horse

you or your friend has alcohol poisoning

you have toxic shock syndrome

your house has a gas leak

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“Lean on me when you’re not strong. And I’ll be your strength….”

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Updated 2/17/2018

🔥 = Smut

MULTI-PART

Auston Matthews - Baby Shower (Part 1) - In Progress

Brendan Gallagher - Montreal (Part 1) (Part 2) ( 🔥 Part 3) - Complete

Jamie Benn - Make You Hate Me (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) - Complete

Tyler Seguin - Believe Me ( 🔥 Part 1) - In Progress

Tyler Seguin - End of a Fairy-tale (Part 1) - In Progress

Tyler Seguin - Family (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) ( 🎄 Part 6) - In Progress

William Nylander - I Do… Not (Part 1) (Part 2) - Complete

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IMAGINES

Adrian Kempe - Blew It (X)

Alex Burrows - Ottawa (X)

Alex Galchenyuk - Whispers (X)

Alex Nylander - Necklaces (X)

Alex Nylaner - Taco Bell (X)

Alex Nylander - Tattoos (X)

Alex Nylander - Why Me? (X)

Alex Wennberg - First Skate (X)

Andre Burakovsky - Birthday (X)

Andre Burakovsky - Home (X)

Andre Burakovsky - Hot Dad (X)

Andre Burakovsky - Nerves (X)

Auston Matthews - LIttle Sister (Coming Soon)

Auston Matthews - My Baby (X)

Auston Matthews - My Girls (X)

Auston Matthews - My Rock (X)

Auston Matthews - Thanks for Being Here (X)

Brady Skjei - I Can’t (Coming Soon)

Brady Skjei - Skating (X)

Bo Horvat - The Bachelor (X)

Cam Atkinson - Hungover (X)

Charlie Coyle - Don’t Go (X)

Charlie McAvoy - Good Enough (X)

Colton Parayko - I Don’t Love You (X)

Colton Parayko - “Ran Here?” (X) *My Favorite*

Connor Brown - Meeting the Family (X)

Connor Brown - Shots (X)

Connor McDavid - Unsure (X)

David Pastrnak - Our Kids (X)

David Pastrnak - Promises (X)

Dennis Rasmussen - Deserving (X)

Dylan Larkin - Want You Back (Coming Soon)

Elias Lindholm - Exhaustion (X)

Elias Lindholm - Not Funny (X)

Evgeni Malkin - Surgery (X)

Frederick Andersen - Bump (X)

Frederick Andersen - Roses (X)

Jack Eichel - Snakes (X)

Jakub Vrana - Cuddles (Coming Soon)

Jamie Benn - Banana Bread (X)

Jamie Benn - Forgotten (X)

Jason Demers - Official (X)

Jimmy Vesey - Broken (Coming Soon)

Jonathan Toews - Stay with Me (X)

Jordie Benn - Ashamed (X)

Jordie Benn - I Love You (X)

Jordie Benn - Jealousy (X)

Kasperi Kapenen - The Goal (X)

Leon Draisaitl - Chances (X)

Martin Jones - Reconnected (X)

Matt Thachuk - Cookies (X)

Matt Thachuk - Tipsy (X)

Max Domi - Made it Through (X)

Max Domi - Sick Day (X)

Michael Latta - Breakfast (X)

Michael Latta - Surprises (X)

Mikael Granlund - Comfort (X)

Mitch Marner - Shoulder (X)

Mitch Marner - Texts (X)

Mitch Marner - The Prairies (X)

Morgan Rielly - Captain (X)

Morgan Rielly - Storm (X)

Morgan Rielly - Strawberry Pie (X)

Morgan Rielly - Dinner (X)

Nate Mackinnon - Like Father, Like Son (X)

Nico Hischier - Older (X)

Nikita Zeitsev - Moscow (X)

Niklas Kronwall - Would You Mind (X)

Noah Hanifin - You Do? (Coming Soon)

Patrik Berglund - Ignored (Coming Soon)

Rich Clune - Stressed (X)

Sean Monahan - Quiet (X)

Sidney Crosby - Looking Out (X)

Sidney Crosby - The Stash (X)

Sidney Crosby - Tinder (X)

Tom Wilson - Are You Okay? (X)

Tom Wilson - Friends (X)

Tom Wilson - Switched (X)

Tom Wilson - Trust Me (X)

Travis Konecny - Bandage (X)

Tuukka Rask - Anything (X)

Tyler Seguin - Rumors (X)

Tyson Jost - Flight (X)

William Nylander - Banana Split (X)

William Nylander - Other Guys (X)

William Karlsson - Cheated (X)

Zach Fucale - Dreams (X)

Zach Werenski - Kisses (X)

Zach Werenski - The Best (X)

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SMUT

🔥 - Auston Matthews - Wet (X)

🔥 - Auston Matthews - Worth the Wait (X)

🔥 - Leon Draisaitl - Mine (X)

🔥 - Luke Glendening - Trust (X)

🔥 - Matthew Tkachuk - Bad (X)

🔥 - Morgan Rielly - Miss Me (X)

🔥 - Sidney Crosby - Benefits (X)

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HOLIDAY SERIES

💕 - Brady Skjei - Be My Valentine - (X)

💕 - Noah Hanifin - Unconventional (X)

👻 - Brady Skjei - Masquerade (X)

👻 - Colton Parayko - Trick or Treat (X)

👻 - Sean Monahan - Big Bad Wolf (X)

👻 - William Nylander - Jacket (X)

🎄 - Andre Burakovsky - I Already Know - (X)

🎄 - Auston Matthews - Family Time - (X)

🎄 - Brady Skjei - My Gift This Year - (X)

🎄 - Colton Parayko - Frozen - (X)

🎄 - Carter Hart - The Perfect Gift - (X)

🎄 - Connor McDavid - Ice Time - (X)

🎄 - Gabriel Landeskog - First Christmas - (X)

🎄 - Jack Eichel - Kiss Me - (X)

🎄 - James van Riemsdyk - Snowed In - (X)

🎄 - Michael Latta - Merry Christmas, Baby - (X)

🎄 - Morgan Rielly - Christmas Eve - (X)

🎄 - Tyler Seguin - Cookies and Mistletoe - (X)

🎄 - William Karlsson - Christmas Cactus - (X)

🎄 - William Nylander - Snow (X)

🎄 - Zach Hyman - Christmas Market - (X)

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★ Request: @saad-sack had a super cute idea for this Halloween imagine. I hope you liked it!

★ Warnings: None

★ Note: I have 2 more Halloween imagines coming out, one on Thursday and one next Monday. I hope you enjoy!

★ Links: Master List ★ Current Requests ★ Imagine Schedule

“Hand.” you said, offering your hand to your nephew who was walking ahead of you. He stopped, reaching up, his tiny hand folding into yours.

“How many houses can we go to, (Y/N)?” he asked curiously, his bright eyes shining up at you eagerly, shaking his empty candy bag as if measuring how much he could potentially carry.

“Well, trick-or-treating lasts for two hours. So…”

“Two hours?!” he screeched. “Then let’s go!” he yelled, your arm straightening in front of you as he pulled you forward, straight into a tall, blond someone.

“Oh gosh. I’m really sorry.” you rushed out. “I just—William?!” you said, your eyes finally locking on the face of your childhood friend who was smiling in front of you. “What are you doing here?”

He laughed, tucking his hands in his pockets. “I was just visiting my grandparents, I took a detour on the way home from our road trip. We have the day off tomorrow so I had a little time to kill. Since you live nearby, I thought I’d try to track you down and say hi.”

“Wow, well hi.” you said happily. “It’s really good to see you. I haven’t seen you since—”

“Our last playoff game this spring. And I wasn’t the most gracious host after that loss.” he interjected. “It’s been too long, I’m glad I ran into you.”

“It was understandable.” you said. “I was—” You stopped when Nash tugged on your arm, looking up at you anxiously.

“Are we going?” he asked, watching as other kids started coming out of their houses, candy bags in hand.

“Oh, I didn’t realize I was interrupting.” William said quickly. “I was just going to swing by and say hello then head to the airport, so.”

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