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sweet-as-an-angel · 1 year ago

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so! you mentioned in the 'p0rn preferences' post that Gaz is not the one who jerks off the most in the 141, and I humbly ask you, who would that be?

I don't mean this as a request, just a little discussion, cause I feel like Soap would just be going at it at any chance possible, like a bunny. he probably doesn't care much if someone hears it, but that's just me thinking too much into it.

Who Jerks off the Most in the 141 + König

Warnings: 18+, Heavy Mentions of Masturbation, Male Masturbation, Implied Reader in Individual Headcanons, Accidental and Implied Voyeurism, Edging, Brief Mention of Injury, Men Who Moan <3, No Pronouns Used For Reader Except 'You'.

A/N: As per Anon's question (which I just had to turn into a post of its own) I present to you the list of the 141 members (and König) who jerk off from the most to least <3

Soap

I have to agree with you here, Anon - Johnny is most definitely the king of self love when it comes to the 141.

He doesn't much care where he is or who he's with; when he has to satisfy his needs, he'll do so.

Though, he'll spare whoever's with him the sight of watching him throwing his head back, trying to stifle his moans behind gritted teeth whilst the wet sound of his hand slipping up and down the length of his shaft fill the room.

Unless they want to.

For one reason or another, he's nigh-insatiable when it comes to his libido, and the fact that his stamina affords him the luxury of beating himself off until his cum is practically translucent doesn't help.

The slightest thing can set him off.

Someone brushing past him ? Hard.

Someone stroking his ego a little too enthusiastically ? Bricked up.

He sees something that's shaped to be a little too curvy or phallic ? Stiff as a pole.

He remembers something mildly suggestive you did three years ago in that restaurant ? He's going to the Horny Realm.

Yes, his teammates have complained about his incessant moaning-come-grunting-come-whimpering through all hours of the night, his voice contorting through a spectrum of desperation and Johnny always ending up spent and overstimulated by the time the sun comes up.

And then he's ready to do it all again the second night touches the horizon line, giving his teammates a knowing smile when he walks into the room sporting nothing else save for a pair of boxers and a monster that looks to be trying to tear itself free from them.

Gaz

Dude's young. Of course he's throttling that rooster on a nigh-daily basis.

The only reason he's not at it as much as Soap is because he likes to believe he still has a few threads of his self-restraint intact.

He doesn't.

Especially when it comes to you (regardless of whether you're dating yet or not).

But he doesn't need to know that.

Honestly, the only thing that separates him from Johnny's unmatched libido is the fact that it takes a little more than the slightest provocation to get Gaz going.

Albeit, that line is a thin one.

If he so much as accidentally sees something explicit for upwards of three seconds, he's hard.

The only advantage of his need for satisfaction is the speed with which he can achieve it.

He and Johnny actually timed each other once to see who could get off the fastest.

Gaz won. Though, only by a slim margin.

Needless to say, that made for a rather interesting conversation with the Captain when he walked in on two of his best soldiers sat panting on the edge of their cots, an almost-translucent spray spattered across their stomachs, eyes half-lidded and hazy.

Ghost

The third-in-line for the Throttle Throne is none other than our beloved Ghost.

Unlike Johnny and Gaz, Ghost is more likely to leave himself alone at the first sign of trouble, toughing it out until he can will his mind to less lustful pastimes.

He won't make his jacking off known to anyone, either, often doing it in the shower where the water beats down so harshly that no sound can be heard for the water's fall.

That, and he's a master at keeping his voice low, no matter the circumstances.

More often than not, Simon makes quick work of jerking off purely because it’s a means to an end. However, if it’s you he’s thinking of, he’s much more likely to take his time — to immerse himself in the fantasy of your body around his, taking him so well in one capacity or another. Fucking yourself dumb on his cock.

During these times, he’s thorough — much more likely to edge himself, to throw his head back and growl between gritted teeth, to savour the sensation coiling in his stomach, his balls growing tight.

Otherwise, he’ll stroke one out as quickly as he can, getting back to business as usual.

And to look at him, on the surface, you'd never know that he just spent the last three minutes rubbing one out in the bathroom (yes, he is also a contender for first place in the 'Who Can Jack Off The Quickest Competition', but he'll never allow Johnny or Gaz the luxury of witnessing his unprecedented skill; that's for your eyes only).

Until he corners you, breathing down your neck, scolding you for tempting him - a man whose restraint lies only in his ability to hold off from reducing you to an exponential reflection of his prior state, breathless and covered in fluids.

König

Have you seen the size of that thing ? Man should be in the olympics for being able to throw that weight around.

Similarly to Ghost, König only gets himself off when it's absolutely necessary.

Only if he doesn't have you lying around to help him, of course.

Though, he lets himself have a bit of fun with it. Especially if it's been a tough day.

He's vocal, too. Though he tries not to be.

He just can't help it. Days' - maybe even weeks' - worth of unspent adrenaline and semen is hardly any way for a soldier like König to go about his life. So, he expels it in the privacy of quite literally any isolated space he can find.

König is not an adventurous spirit by any means when it comes to self pleasure, but when needs must, he's willing to shoulder the weight of the prospect that someone on his team could walk in at any second and catch him spraying his stomach or the wall white with, let's face it, thick ropes of cum.

Hong-Jin's actually caught him doing that before now.

That's actually how the two became friends: Horangi heard König grunting in the store cupboard and, knowing how stubborn his Colonel was with letting others know when he was injured, sought him out. Wanted to offer his help.

Catching Colonel König in the act of throwing his head back whilst growling the name '(Y/N)' into the darkest corner of the room was, suffice it to say, not what Horangi had been expecting.

Price

You just know he's cool with it. And by 'cool', I mean incredibly intentional, controlled, and not ravenous in the ways our other favourite military princesses are.

Sure, Price has gotten hard on the job a few times.

Who hasn't ?

But thanks to his level head, unwavering devotion to his work, and absolute refusal to acknowledge that he did, in fact, get a little bit of a chub during a shoot-out, he's managed to gain control over every facet of his body.

Until he comes home to you, of course.

Until he's able to loom over you like an omen and run his hands down your sides, stopping at your hips and pressing kisses that become more open-mouthed the further down the side of your neck he dips.

Pressing his hips into yours. Something demands your attention.

There have been very few occasions where a cold shower wasn't a quick enough fix for him.

When the days of having you milk him are too far out of sight, he's had to suffice with his own hands before now. Had to imagine - remember - what yours felt like in his place, your lips curled up as he gripped the chair arms, breathless as he moaned into the warm tones of your shared apartment.

But don't worry ! He'll be sure to catch you up on everything you've missed while he's been away once he returns.

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doctorwhommm · 6 months ago

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@torchwoodfanweek | rarepair !!

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twohearts-hs · 2 months ago

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Dove & Captain: 2 - Dr. Jack Abbot x Reader Series

Words in Total: 4.4k

Pairings: Dr. Jack Abbot x fem!reader

Synopsis: She's his Dove. The ER nurse who is the definition of chaos, trauma and humour in scrubs. He's her Captain, gruff, emotionally guarded war veteran with a prosthetic leg and completely in love with her. Six years together, a mortgage, four dogs and the ability to conquer anything. This is a story of their life in one day. He is 49, she's 30. This is one day of their life based on the 15 episodes of 'The Pitt'. There will be little imagines of their relationship over the years.

Warnings: Swearing, Age Gap, Trauma, Medical Language/Procedure, Pregnancy, etc.

A/N: This is a complete series of ~60k. I will post a few snapshots of their relationship over the six+ years they've been together.

Hope you enjoy :)

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0800

Y/N was on it the minute she got out of the bathroom, grabbing gloves and walking straight to the next trauma.

“Nick Bradley, 18, found unresponsive by parents. No meds, no allergies. On arrival, he was barely breathing with pinpoint pupils, bradycardic at 38. Pupils responded to Narcan, but we tubed him when his respirations didn’t pick up,” the paramedic said as they wheeled him into a trauma room.

Robby was next to Y/N instantly and she glanced over.

“Any drugs or alcohol on the scene?” Y/N asked as they began to prep him to move to the medical bed.

“No.”

“Signs of trauma?” she continued to ask.

“Nothing.”

Y/N grabbed hold of the bag, pumping oxygen into his lungs as other doctors joined the room.

“On three. One, two, three,” Collins called out, as they moved the patient from gurney to bed.

“Where was he found?” Robby asked.

“In bed by his mom.”

“Pupils are six millimetres, non-reactive,” Collins announced.

“Heart rate’s 64. BP is cycling,” Y/N called out as she switched with a nurse to grab gel for a ultrasound.

“No response to pain. GCS 3,” Mohan explained before placing the ultrasound on the stomach of the patient.

“Does that fit any toxidrome?” Robby called out.

“No,” Y/N replied. “If it was just opiates with Narcan, he’d be breathing on his own.” Y/N was shaking her head. What the fuck happened with this kid?

“Uh, beta blockers shouldn’t get pinpoint pupils,” Mohan muttered.

“Maybe parents had some prescription meds in their bathroom,” Robby suggested.

The paramedic explained that the parents were on their way. However, the PA system was heard with a code trauma, tier 1 and coming in five minutes. It was a stand-up scooter rider versus a car door, which another nurse told them.

“No blood in the belly,” Mohan told them. “No pericardial effusion and lungs are up.”

“Hemocue’s good, at 15. BP 84 over 58,” Y/N added.

Robby stood, looking over at the monitors. “What’s your plan, Dr. Collins?” he asked.

“Um, push dose epi, 0.1 milligram. Foley for urine, stabilise for CT, and throw a wide net,” Collins said, turning around from the computer to look at them.

Y/N nodded. They continued to work as she grabbed the supplies that Collins asked for.

“Systolic back down to 90,” Y/N said, looking over at the monitor.

“Another 0.1 of epi,” Collins suggested.

“Flaccid paralysis of all four extremities,” Mohan added.

“No eye movement with ice water,” Collins stated.

Y/N glanced around, but when her eyes landed on Robby, he was just staring at her. “There’s no brainstem function then,” Y/N mumbled, looking at him before shifting her eyes to the team.

“Due to?” Robby added, breaking his eye contact with her, voice loud.

“Hypoxic injury, massive haemorrhage,” Y/N muttered. “He’s gone,” she continued to whisper before nodding. “He’s gone.”

“Samira, escort him to CT,” Collins suggested. “Take the drug box with you.”

Y/N nodded, following the team to take the patient to CT. The CT came back normal, and they brought the patient back. She continued to work, figuring out what was happening. When Y/N did the urine test, she sighed. Everyone looked up to see her.

“Fentanyl,” she whispered. “The kid OD-ed on fentanyl.”

The way everyone looked at Y/N, pity in their eyes. She walked to the door, opening it to see Robby with the parents. His eyes glanced to Y/N.

“Dr. Robby,” Y/N whispered, holding the test strip up, “urine test.” Robby just sent a curt nod to Y/N before turning back to the parents of the kid. She continued to do her workups. Then she went to check on her patients.

The nausea was gone. She was back to normal, and no one blinked a eye that something was happening underneath it all.

Y/N walked into one of the rooms and saw Robby standing there while Whitaker, one of the medical students, continued to perform CPR. Y/N glanced over to Robby.

“How long has he been down?” Y/N whispered, leaning into Robby, arms crossed.

Robby glanced over to her. “Too long,” he replied quietly. Y/N just nodded.

“Should we shock him?” Whitaker asked, looking up to see Robby and one of his favourite nurses.

“You don’t shock asystole,” Y/N replied.

“It could be fine-v-fib,” Whitaker pressed, continuing to do chest compressions.

“Not a chance,” Robby muttered, glancing down.

“Ok, uh, when was his last epi?” Whitaker asked, trying to figure out what to do. “Three minutes ago,” Robby replied.

“Ok. Well, ACLS says every three to five minutes, right? So, let’s push another round,” Whitaker suggested, looking over to his mentor with a hopeful look.

Y/N sighed, looking between them, trying to not to show emotion. She knew what this meant.

“Fine,” Robby breathed.

Dana walked up behind them. “Robby, Mr. Spencer’s adult children are asking for you. And the parents of Nick Bradley, the fentanyl overdose, also want to speak with you,” Dana said, looking over to him and Y/N.

Robby nodded. “Ok,” he breathed before looking over at Whitaker. “Three rounds of epi and then call it. Y/N, do your thing,” he said, patting her on her back before walking away.

Y/N watched the more med student do his best to resuscitate the patient he had lost. She stayed there for a moment, arms crossed, watching as he administered the epi, but there were no signs.

“No pericardial effusion. No tension pneumothorax, no cardiac activity,” Mel said.

Whitaker shook his head before going back to chest compressions. “Try calcium. Could be hyperkalaemia.”

Y/N took a step and placed her hands on his who were locked doing compressions. “No, his potassium was normal,” Y/N replied. “You need to call this, Whitaker,” she whispered. “It’s ok.”

Whitaker shook his head. “No. Not yet. Dr. Robby said three rounds of epi,” he replied. “It’s time. Let’s push another amp. This one could do it.”

Y/N slowly nodded. “Ok,” she whispered, though knowing the truth. She turned to prepare the drug.

0900

Y/N administered the epi into his IV before watching Whitaker continue his chest compressions. A crack was heard, and Y/N sighed, knowing exactly what this was.

“Oh shit,” Whitaker muttered, looking up.

“What?” Mel asked.

“I think I just broke some ribs,” he muttered.

“It means you’re doing it right,” Langdon said from behind them.

Y/N glanced over to see the resident. Their eyes locked, sharing the same knowing feeling and complete answer to this.

“Third amp of epi is in,” Y/N replied, looking over to Whitaker.

“Oh, come on,” he whispered, continuing to try to bring him back to life.

Langdon looked at Y/N before Whitaker. “Call me if there’s a resurrection,” he stated, turning away.

Y/N looked back at Whitaker. “Kid, please,” she whispered.

“No, no, no,” he whispered back. “He was fine. Gallstone. It was just a gallstone,” he muttered. Y/N nodded, understanding how hard it is to lose a patient.

Y/N stepped closer, soft but steady, her hand finding his wrist and stilling his compressions. “Kid…he’s gone.”

“No,” he whispered, shaking his head. “He was joking with me this morning. Telling me about his wife’s birthday, and that they went out for dinner.”

Y/N swallowed, her own throat tightening. “I know. It’s hard.”

Whitaker looked at her, and the panic behind his eyes hit her hard. “He was fine. I told him he was going to be fine and now,” he said again, but this time it wasn’t defiance, but disbelief. Desperation. “I don’t understand.”

Y/N nodded slowly. “Sometimes we don’t. Sometimes it doesn’t matter how stable they were, or how minor the diagnosis seemed. Sometimes the body…it just quits. We don’t always get the answers. Not one that feels fair.”

He stared down at his patient’s chest, his hands trembling just slightly above it, unsure whether to resume or retreat. “I don’t know how to stop.”

Y/N gently placed her hand over his. “You don’t stop because you gave up. You stop because you did everything you could. You honoured code. You followed protocol. You gave him a chance. In this job we do everything, but sometimes shit happens,” she whispered. “You did your best. However, nature won, and its ok to accept defeat.”

Whitaker blinked rapidly, eye shining now. “But he’s dead.”

“He is,” Y/N said quietly, her voice steady. “And now its time to say that out loud. You need to call it.”

He glanced over. “I never…can you?”

She shook her head. “I can’t. You must.” Robby came over. “Third epi given three minutes ago,” Y/N said, glancing over to the attending.

“How long has he been going at it?” Robby asked.

Mel looked up. “Ten minutes in here, possibly thirty minutes of prior downtime,” she said.

Santos was there now too. “Don’t suppose you’d let me try a pericardiocentesis?” she asked, raising a brow.

Y/N scoffed lightly under her breath as she looked over to the driven intern. Shaking her head, she glanced over to Robby. “Seriously?”

“For what?” he asked, looking over at the intern.

“For practice,” she replied, shrugging. “In case it’s tamponade.”

“None seen on ultrasound,” Whitaker responded, continuing to do chest compressions.

“This is a teaching hospital,” Santos nudged, suggesting.

“Indeed, a teaching hospital,” Y/N muttered, “but not a damn cadaver lab. If you would like to perform one, I suggest medical school.”

Santos looked at her and raised a brow. “Last time I checked, you’re a nurse, so maybe stay in your lane and let the doctors do their job,” she fired at Y/N.

The air in the room shifted, and everyone noticed.

Y/N didn’t flinch. She didn’t raise her voice. She simply tilted her head, the corner of her mouth twitching into a tired, dangerous smile. “My lane?” she scoffed. “Believe me, I can do more and I know a lot more than you do, Dr. Santos. So, please, stay in your lane. Last time I checked, you’ve been a doctor for what? A month?”

A beat passed.

Robby stepped in them, quiet, controlled, but his tone carried like thunder. “That’s enough.”

“Do you even know how to perform a pericardiocentesis? They don’t teach them in nursing school.” Santos asked, ignoring Robby’s comment.

Y/N rose a brow. “Of fucking hell, I can. May not be taught in nursing school, but I’ve been with an attending for six years who taught me how to,” she barked back. “Date night. Learning medical procedures,” she quirked.

Santos opened her mouth again, but Robby took a deliberate step forward. “I said enough,” he stated before looking over to Santos. “Dr. Santos, one more comment like that and I will personally make you be stuck in triage. We do not perform medical procedures unless they are necessary. Additionally, you were disrespecting one of my best nurses who has way more field experience, intelligence higher than most doctors and the ability to think quickly on her feet. She’s been here longer than you’ve had a stethoscope. And if you can’t recognise that we’re team in this room, then you don’t belong in this room.” Then he glanced to Y/N. “Y/N, behave.”

Y/N looked at Robby, sent him a small smile before looking over to Whitaker. Mel added to the conversation, “Do you want me to take over?”

“No. I’m fine.”

Y/N shook her head. “Kid, you aren’t fine. You don’t look fine.”

Robby sighed. “Hold compressions.”

Whitaker stopped compressions, and they all glanced over to the monitor. The monitor showed what they needed to know.

“Still no rhythm,” Y/N muttered.

Robby sighed and nodded, glancing down to the patient. “Ok, Whitaker. I think that’s enough.”

“It’s been four minutes since the last epi,” he muttered, continuing chest compressions. “One more minute, please,” he begged, looking over to Robby.

Robby nodded, checking his watch. They all waited for that minute to be over.

“Five minutes since the last epi,” Y/N stated, looking over to Robby.

Robby nodded, checking his watch. “Ok, that’s it. Hold compressions.” Whitaker stopped, the beeping persistent. Y/N moved to turn the monitor off before covering the body with a blanket.

“He took his wife out for dinner last night,” Whitaker muttered, looking over to the team. He was in shock. She realised it. “For her birthday.” His voice was shaky, confused but also shocked by it all.

Y/N crossed her arms over her chest, placing her palms over her stomach as if she was protecting what was inside of it. Robby noticed before glancing around.

“Ok, why doesn’t everybody take a minute?” Robby suggested. “Go check on your other patients. We’ll meet back here to debrief with Kiara.”

People left the room, leaving Y/N, Mel and Whitaker behind. She glanced at him. “Kid, take a break. Let’s go grab a coffee. We can chat,” she suggested, sending him a small smile before reaching out and squeezing his arm.

Whitaker shook his head. “No, I’m fine. Thank you.”

Y/N nodded, looking around the room before walking away. Y/N walked up to Robby, finding him, her fingers grazed his elbow, and he turned around. Glasses perched on his nose, he raised a brow at her.

“You know I love you,” she began, and he slowly nodded, “and I’m thankful for everything you do…” she continued, and Robby slowly nodded. “But I don’t need a knight in shining armour.” Robby was silent for a moment, just staring at the nurse. “You didn’t need to do that; I could’ve held my own battle.”

Robby shook his head and chuckled. “I did it because you are having a rough day and I don’t want you swinging at my new intern,” he muttered, standing in front of a computer.

Y/N’s brows furrowed as she scoffed. “Me…swing at an intern?”

He glanced at her, eyes linked as he raised a brow. “I know.”

“Know what?” she whispered, brows furrowing, confused.

His eyes darted to her stomach, where she was still holding. Instantly, Y/N dropped her hands. “Fucking Dana,” she muttered, shaking her head.

“Oh…” he chuckled, shaking his head, “not Dana. Just a great friend, observer and doctor. How far along are you?” he asked.

Y/N just stared at him. “This is where you don’t know anything,” she stated. “You. Know. Nothing.” She held her finger up, eyes locked with him. “Nothing. Nothing at all. Because the only person who has the right to know right now is that man who impregnated me. So, please. Hush. He’ll know tonight.”

He then smirked. “So, you are pregnant?” he whispered. “I knew it.” However, the way he smirked, his eyes lightened up.

She just stared at him, mouth dropping. “You are a fucking asshole,” she scoffed. “You are a little manipulative piece of shit,” she whispered shaking her head.

“Not nice calling your coworkers that, Miss. Y/L/N. Let alone your very good friend and best friend to your partner,” he smirked, winking. “And boss. Should I complain to HR? My best nurse calling me heinous names? Toxic work environment.”

Y/N shook her head. “One, you’re not my boss. Two, fuck off, Michael,” she whispered, shaking her head and walking away.

“You love me!” he called out.

She shook her head. “I fucking do,” she muttered more to herself.

Y/N settled down next to Dana, opening her computer to write her patient notes. Dana stared at her for a moment, raising a brow. “Heard you dropped a bomb back there,” Dana said, casually sipping her coffee. “Something about being with an attending for six years and learning medical procedures as date night. You two order takeout and he teaches you trauma procedures?” she asked, smirking.

Y/N groaned, dragging a hand down her face. “Oh my God, it wasn’t even like that. That new intern got under my skin, got cocky and is insufferable.” Y/N shook her head. “Greenies. They are aching for chaos.”

Dana smirked, tapping her pen on the desk. “Well, congrats, sweetheart. Rumour has it that you’re secretly with Robby now, well, that’s what the greenies think.”

Y/N raised a brow. “Well, let them be detectives. They’ll eventually change their theories when they see Jack and me in the same room.”

Dana scoffed. “No, you two are way too professional when working together. Never would’ve thought you and Jack were romantically, intimately together for six years. Sure, banter happens between the two of you and rivalry as well. But he acts more like a mentor with you than your partner of how many years.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Every good ER has gossip.”

“And they think you’re sleeping with the boss,” Dana hummed, chuckling.

“Let them.” Dana rose a brow. “Actually, don’t,” she muttered back, “if Jack catches wind of this…” Then Y/N scoffed. “Technically, I am sleeping with the boss. Night shift head attending. I used to work as a night shift nurse, in fact, I was a charge nurse, but then they moved me to days to cover Cassidy because she selfishly decided to get knocked up and birth a child out of her vagina,” Y/N rambled as she typed at the computer.

Dana smirked. “That’ll be you in thirty-three weeks,” she replied with a smirk.

Y/N looked over, raising a brow.

“Just saying the truth,” Dana whispered, throwing her hands up.

“Robby knows,” Y/N replied, running a hand through her hair. “Everyone fucking knows.”

Dana heard her. “About the little fetus?” she whispered. Y/N nodded. “Yeah, he figured that out on his own,” she replied. “That man sees, hears, figures out everything.”

Y/N scoffed. “I just,” she sighed. “Jack will be the third person to know. If the doesn’t fire continues to spread. That’s not fair on him. Especially, his best mate knows before him. He is at home right now, still probably sleeping then he’ll listen to the police scanner, read a medical journal, watch or read the news and even play with dogs and has no fucking idea. Though he knows something is up, and his mind is probably going in circles trying to figure it out.”

Dana nodded. “It’s going to be ok, sweetheart,” she responded, squeezing her arm for a moment. “All good.”

Y/N nodded. “You should’ve seen Robby’s face? He smirked and admitted it. Like a smug little shit…”

Dana laughed. “Oh, he’s going to be insufferable for weeks.”

“I told him to fuck off. He said he was filing an HR complaint.”

“Classic,” Dana grinned.

Then they went back to their jobs. Y/N debriefed with the team, Kiara and the new kids.

Y/N was at the nurses’ station writing her patient notes. On her third cup of coffee that morning, she tried not let death get in her way. Several patients already gone and it was just barely ten in the morning.

Whitaker came up, standing in front of her as he stared at the board.

“Talk to me, kid,” Y/N stated, looking up to the med student. “What’s going on in that young brain of yours?” she asked.

Whitaker looked at Y/N who continued to type on the computer. “Um, I just,” he tried, “just trying to pick a case that will not end up with the patient dying.”

Y/N looked back up to him. “Can’t be cherry-picking. Robby will be mad,” she stated. “You’re the doctor. You treat everyone the same.”

He nodded. “I know, but–“

“Kid, it’s ok,” she said. “The first is the hardest. Each one after will be hard as well. There are perks to the job and this isn’t one of them. But we chose medicine to help people, and sometimes we can’t always win,” Y/N told him, sending him a small reassuring smile. “However, the perks will always outweigh the negatives here. Don’t let one thing hold you back. You’re good.”

He nodded again. “Right, thanks,” he muttered. “Uh, how long have you been a nurse?” he asked, fidgeting with his hands.

“Eight years,” Y/N said.

“And as an ER nurse?” he asked.

“Eight years,” she repeated.

He nodded. “What did you do before this?” he asked.

Y/N looked at him for a moment. “I’m not much older than you, Whitaker. I was in university,” she responded.

He nodded again. “Right, I didn’t mean to like offend. I just… You’re really good,” he mumbled.

“Perks of being in this field forever and also being practically married to an attending where I learn a lot from him,” she replied with a smile. “Don’t let the BSN fool you. I could d a crike,” she hummed, winking.

Whitaker nodded again. “Right,” he breathed.

Y/N stared at him for a moment and sighed. “I worked in mental health for four years while in university. Double majored in nursing and psychology.”

Whitaker blinked. “Wait, seriously? Both degrees at once?”

Y/N gave a tired shrug. “Yeah. That’s what happens when you have an IQ of 178 and an eidetic memory. You get bored easily. That’s why I am in ER because no day is the same,” she explained with an smile.

He let out a breathy laugh. “Jesus. Wish I am that smart.”

She tilted her head at him. “You are. I can tell. Intelligence is a scale and a measurement that’s hard to define. Rather, actually, IQ is a measurement that can be argued does not define intelligence. Intelligence is being studied in a series of different versions. Sure, most people believe intelligence is the way to remember, memorise, understand, learn and adapt to situations. However, intelligence can be more than just remembering the facts and performing things. Rather, intelligence can be music, interpersonal, existential, mathematical, linguistic, etc.” She mumbled, looking at him. He just stared at him lost and she then chuckled. “You are smart, kid. That’s my compliment.”

Whitaker flushed slightly at the complimenting, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Thanks,” he muttered. “No one’s ever really said that to me before.”

Y/N sipped her coffee. “Well, maybe you’ve been around the wrong people. It’s ok, we’re a family here.”

He gave her a small smile and glanced down at his shoes. “Right, I can tell.” Y/N nodded. Then he looked back at her. “Do you ever get used to it? The dying, I mean.”

Y/N leaned back in her chair, letting the question sit for a moment. “No, I don’t think so,” she finally said. “You don’t get used to it. You just learn how to live with it.”

Whitaker stared at her for a moment, waiting.

“It doesn’t stop hurting,” she continued, her voice softer now. “You just compartmentalise better. The first death I saw, I dealt with, and I didn’t sleep for two days. I was a new grad nurse and needed to impress my peers and my attending sent me home because I was too emotional. The second, I cried in the bathroom because I didn’t want him to see me breaking. Then, after the tenth, my attending, who is now my partner, taught me to write letters to their family, to them. Just to get it out.”

“Letters?”

She nodded. “They help. Especially with the guilt. You don’t have to give them to the patient’s family, but it’s a version of therapy. Therapeutic journaling it’s called. I can argue it links to Pennebaker’s theory. It’s about how when we express our deeper thoughts and feelings, it can lead to better benefits for our health, especially coping.”

Whitaker leaned his elbows on the counter, clearly soaking in every word. “That makes sense,” he said quietly. “I’ve been trying to act like it doesn’t get to me. That I’m built for this. But I just feel–“

“That’s medicine, kid. Especially trauma. Either ages you more or keeps you young,” Y/N replied. “However, you’re human. Made of neurons, tissue and if you’re like me, too much caffeine. You’re supposed to feel. It’s ok to grieve, but remember you may have lost one, but you helped how many?” she explained, smiling at him.

He nodded.

“Kid, medicine is two lives. You have the outside world where you can be who you want to be, but in this hospital, in this ward, you have a purpose. Your duty to serve. Someone codes, you know what to do. If a teenager has a panic attack, and it’s my voice that calms them down, then it’s me. Because we are superheroes that are never praised enough,” Y/N explained. “However, you are going to get paid significantly more than me because I’m just a nurse,” Y/N joked with a chuckle. “But we don’t do it for the money. We do it cause its what we know, what we are bred for and it’s definitely in our DNA. It is us that makes the difference. We are the medical professionals.”

Whitaker gave a slow nod, then after a pause. “You talk about it like you live it.”

Y/N chuckled. “Well, I made it my identity. You don’t have to. However, I have a life outside of these walls. I’m with a man who I love so much. We have four dogs. We have a house outside the city with a big plot of land. We travel a lot, when we can, if we can. I am a sister, a partner, a friend and a daughter.” Then she chuckled. “You’re young, my advice is to stay in medicine, just don’t marry medicine. I made the mistake and married it, but don’t regret it at all.”

He nodded.

“There is so much you can do with a medical degree, Whitaker. You don’t always have to go with the most gruesome, highest prone to death, chaotic form of work,” she said and looked back up from the computer. “Family medicine exists.”

He just stared at her. “I don’t know if that was a jab or a joke,” he muttered.

Y/N chuckled, shrugging. “Just being honest. You new kids are dropping like flies. One fainted, you,” she looked at him, “had your first death. Emergency medicine is not for the faint of heart.” Then she sent him a smirk, and he just stared at her. “You’re great, Whitaker. Doing great,” she added, sending him a thumbs-up. “Don’t tell Robby that I’m scaring you away. I like my job,” she joked. “Though I prefer nights.”

“Why?” he asked, confused.

“The darkness calms me,” she whispered. “Also, better cases. More chaos, blood and higher prone to death. Plus, the premium rates are great.” He just stared at her, wide eyed. “I know, psycho. Now, go rookie, go get them tiger and don’t hesitate to holler if you need a little push, pull and guidance. Like I said, I can do cricothyroidotomy and a chest tube. I could probably due heart surgery too,” she hummed, smirking. “Go, show me you deserve the darker coloured scrubs.”

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gallusrostromegalus · 4 months ago

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Random question, could you give some ideas on Irish names your family may have in the 1950-60s? I got a character with an Irish grandpa with 9 brothers and sisters (3 brothers and 6 sisters) and I only got the oldest sister name (soairse) and his name (Caine). I guess I could just name the rest some form of jack and Margret since those seem to be popular, but I wanted to see if there were some “interesting” names you found in your family tree that maybe one of the siblings got named after some ancestor?

Firstly for the sake of clarity: I'm American, not Irish. All of my ancestors for the last 4-5 generations have lived here, and while I like learning about the language/music/culture, I am absolutely not an expert. I HIGHLY recommend getting a sensitivity reader, I'm sure someone in the comments can wave at you if they're willing to take on the job.

Second, Triple-check the spelling, pronunciation, meaning and provenance of any names you do choose, and ABSOLUTELY DO NOT TRUST ANY BABY NAME WEBSITES, they're basically all AI slop at best. The best written-down lists and meanings are actually on Wikipedia.

Third: If you want to learn more Irish names, you can look up the names of like, any Irish musician or artist. I think spotify still has Genre Playlists, if you look up "Irish Folk" you'll get a shitload of names of Real Irish people- and hey, if Hirohiko Akari can name all his characters after 80's pop bands, you can make a subtle ref to modern musicians. Also you'll get a bunch of fun music! --- So while I was writing this, I somewhat departed from the intent of this response, and am putting the last point under a cut because the post got long. And weird.

So there is a thing in Irish-american families, and I think it's true in the British isles still where there are "Family Names", where the same set of first names is recycled over and over and over across generations. My dad's family has exactly three male names that they rotate through over the generations: Roy, Emmet and Jack*. In that order, where the son takes the father's first name as his middle name. My great-grandfather was Roy Jack Surname, my grandfather was Emmet Roy Surname, and my dad is Jack Emmet. My sister and I were AFAB, so the names skipped us and my male cousin in my generation is now Roy Jack. In the event that there are more than three living men with the same surname in the family, that's when they start reaching for the Given Names Of In-Laws We Like and might introduce a new name into the lineup.

*Names changed for privacy above and hereafter, but you get the idea.

So if any of your characters are descendants of that grandpa? They may share a first or middle name with one of his siblings. in fact, they may share the SAME first and middle name with a living relative, and be called "Junior" or "Young Firstname" to distinguish them from the relative they were named after.

My mom's family is from England and has a similar tradition: any new girl born into that family gets a name that is based on the name of one of her living female relatives, usually by sharing the same first letter or syllable. Elanor after Eloise, Vivian after Virginia, and also Jenny after Virgnia via 'Ginny' and every variation of Margret ever, which there are way more of than you'd think.

I cannot recommend doing what they did with Male names though: Name literally every boy Bob* for like five generations, and distinguish individuals by middle name (Bob-Howard and Bob-Benjamin) surname (Bob-Jones and Bob-Bailey) or Honorific (Captain Bob, Dr. Bob, Bob Jr.) when yelling out the kitchen window.

Most families have to good sense to not have the same name repeated in a generation, even if it has a shitload of nicknames. A mother and daughter might both be Margrets (with different nicknames), but two sisters or cousins wouldn't be.

If you've got in-laws you like, but their surname didn't carry over to their kids, you can also just use their surname as a first name! "Regan" is a first and last name, as are Riley and Bailey. This works out in some cases but not in others:

I have a pretty rare surname- last time I checked, there's only 14 people with it worldwide. It's similar to two other VERY COMMON Irish Surnames, but spelled different and from a different region. It's also Very Definitely A Surname- nobody would see my surname alone and think its a firstname.

Since I don't want to bandy it about, we'll pretend that it's "Breathnach", which has a similar vibe.

My Iowa family is Enormous and all descended from my Great-Aunt Lilyanne, Emmet-Roy's sister. Being a good catholic girl, Lillyanne took her husband's surname when she married, and most of her descendants still have that surname, and none have Breathnach.

After the last of my grandfathers grandchildren were born my Iowa family was sad- all but one of Emmet-Roy's grandchildren was female, and my male cousin has his father's surname. Assuming that we would all marry and take our spouses names, the Iowa family despaired that that the Breathnach name would die out!

So one of my second cousins decided that she would Carry On The Family Name, by giving it to the son she was carrying as a Firstname.

Yeah.

Being "Breathnach Surname" is bad enough, but this was compounded by the fact that the Iowa family's surname is Thomas.

YEAH.

My poor cousin Beathnach Thomas, who always has to re-do his paperwork because NOBODY ever puts the names in the correct boxes, who had his first name printed on every jersey he ever had because the uniform place went "that can't be right!", who cant buy his own beer because he's had so many drivers licenses confiscated because liquor store owners and bartenders think his ID is a fake, who has to not only spell his name to everyone he meets, but explain it too.

Then I made it worse.

I ran into cousin Beathnach in Bozeman, Montana quite by accident a few years ago, and while catching up, I mentioned that I was married.

"You know, it's a real hassle, but I'm kind of glad I've got the name I do. I'd heard you sister changed her name, and now with you married- I'd be sad to think we were running out of Breathnachs, you know?" he laughed.

I had to explain.

I married the most wonderful man in the world, who has an extremely common first and last name. Which was kind of a problem, because he shares it with some truly rotten people that always come up during background checks and he has have to explain he's not THAT asshole. It also sounds like and is only a letter or two off a lot of other very common names so his mail is constantly sent awry.

My husband will shortly abandon his too-common-for-comfort surname and become the newest Breathnach, taking the total to 15 (the paperwork takes a while).

...So the name lives on through us anyway, and poor cousin Breathnach Thomas went through all that for no reason. He got very quiet, got up from the table and walked outside to the veranda of the restaurant we were in to stare into the picturesque scenery for a while.

"Well, it's not like people change their first names..." he sighed, when he returned to the table.

"...You know how my sister changed her name? She only changed her first name. She's still a Breathnach." I explained quietly.

I've never seen a man look so haunted.

"I know lots of people who've changed their first names, actually. Mostly for transgender reasons, but a bunch because they just didn't like the one they were given." I added, because if he's going to get his world turned over, it's best to flip it all at once.

His brow furrowed at the ponderous speed of a continental collision, approaching the idea with caution. "...I'll have to think about it."

It's been about a year, but since then, I'll get a text from him every few weeks, auditioning a new given name. I do my best to be fair- I give him the meanings of those names, how they're likely to be misconstrued (some are tolerable annoyances, some pose a safety risk), and if he'd be sharing that name with anybody notable or troublesome. The first few were clearly based on Breathnach, but he began to branch out, and the trend of names has indicated that the idea of Naming Himself is causing my cousin to examine himself, and come to some Realizations (TM).

I realize I have gotten completely off-topic from your actual ask, but I urge you to really get into the nuance of nomencalture, because a name can tell a fascinating story.

#family lore #poor cousin Lastname Firstname

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puck-luck · 4 months ago

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get cucked | nicojack

warnings: MMF threesome, cocaine use, unprotected p in v, dom m, sub m, sub/switch f, oral m! and f!receiving, handjob, facial, coming untouched, use of handcuffs, jack is put in the cuck chair at one point, begging, praise, dirty talk, all those usual things, jack DOES get rimmed in this, there is slight feminization (one line), jack is a tit man and loves to suck on titties, use of chatGPT for swiss german sentences since i do not know the language and google translate does not have swiss german (just regular german), swiss german nicknames come from this site as always, please let me know if i forgot anything else <3

pairing: nico hischier x jack hughes x fem!reader

wc: 6,682

Jack isn’t actually sure how he ended up in this position. It’s a blur. They were at the bar– him, you, and Nico, and then all three of you were at your apartment. Jack remembers the drinks, of course, and the way he’d been flirting with you and Nico like he always does, but a switch flipped somewhere along the way.

Maybe it was when you’d pulled out that little baggie of white powder, smirking enticingly. It could’ve been when Nico did the first line, tipping his head back after he was done, revealing that long, tan, strong column of neck. Perhaps Jack got here because of the heavy weight of Nico’s hand on the back of Jack’s neck as he inhaled the powder off of the line of your cleavage.

It was probably what happened right after. The lightbulb illuminated when Jack lifted his head and found Nico’s gaze, pupils blown out and swallowing the expressive brown irises. The tip of Nico’s nose was pink and there was a dusting of snow beneath Nico’s nostril and…

Fuck, Jack couldn’t hold himself back. He’s done so well since rookie year, when he and Nico had taken the tension between them and decided that it just couldn’t evolve into something bigger than friendship. For the sake of the team, they needed to remain friends. They needed to maintain some semblance of professionalism.

All of that went out the window when Jack lunged forward– or maybe Nico pulled him, considering the grip on Jack’s neck– and smashed his lips against Nico’s. Your gasp had filled Jack’s ears, but Nico was kissing him back just as enthusiastically. Kissing Nico was more intoxicating than the coke, so Jack can’t really be held responsible for the way the night has devolved.

He has a vague idea of how he ended up in this chair. It had something to do with the way Nico had removed your clothes and thrown you on the bed, while Jack stripped himself of his clothes. He expected to get into things right away, to have his dick involved from the get-go. Nico had another plan.

After Jack had stripped, Nico pointed at you, laying on the bed with your legs wide, and told Jack to go. He told him to make you feel good, to get his mouth on you and make you come. And Jack… well, Jack– you see, he’s never been the biggest fan of giving head. He’d rather receive it and Nico should know that from the locker room talk he’s overheard. Jack went to remind Nico– murmuring a quiet “I don’t– what else can I do?” while trying to ignore how it sounded like he was seeking permission from his captain. Jack always values Nico’s directions and tries not to refute them, but he just– he doesn’t want to eat you out. He’ll kiss you, he’ll suck on your neck or your tits, he’ll put his fingers inside your cunt, but he wants his mouth to be free. He wants– he wants to kiss Nico again.

“Oh, well, if you don’t want to,” Nico said, shrugging. He was standing at your nightstand, digging around for something– he must know where you keep your condoms, you’d mentioned earlier that you and Nico had hooked up a couple of times before– and Jack didn’t see what was in his hands when he turned to quirk his eyebrows inquisitively at the smaller boy. Nico had caught Jack by the wrist and given it a comforting squeeze. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Jack.”

Jack let out a breath of relief. Nico started guiding Jack to your desk chair, settling him on the cushions. Jack went willingly, thinking that the plan would change and Nico might send you between his knees to suck him.

“In fact,” Nico continues without even pausing. Jack’s thoughts had flown through his head, so fast that Nico hadn’t even paused. He guides Jack’s arms behind him, gently, subtly, so slowly that Jack barely notices. He just stares up at the pretty brunet in front of him, finally within reach after years of waiting, and doesn’t even snap out of it when a ring of cool metal surrounds his wrist and clicks. He’s listening for Nico’s next words. “You don’t have to do anything at all.”

And Nico left him there. Jack blinked, confused, and tried to follow. Something hard and biting stopped him. Jack tugged at the bindings on his wrist again and twisted his spine to try and see what restrained him. He caught a flash of silver and his fingers hooked on a thin chain. Jack took a sudden breath– Nico had locked him in a chair. With handcuffs.

He was hard already. Jack just didn’t expect to get harder the more he pulled on the restraints and failed to escape.

“Nico,” Jack says.

The man is taking off his shirt next to the bed, standing above you, when Jack interrupts. Nico looks over his shoulder and raises an eyebrow at Jack. “Hm?”

“What am I– what am I supposed to do?” Jack detests how unsure he sounds, but he’s really not… he’s not sure. This is new. Nico is new. A threesome is new. Coke was new. Now he’s in handcuffs, naked, dick straining and standing tall, and nothing is happening to him. Nico is making no plans to move you from the bed, it seems, considering how he’s climbing onto the mattress and kneeling by your side.

“Hey, schatz. Lay that way for me, will you?” Nico requests, talking to you instead of Jack. He waits until you’re moving, reclining with your head at the foot of the bed and legs stretched toward the headboard, to reply to Jack. Nico looks up and cocks his head to the side slightly. “What do you mean, Jack?”

“I don’t– what am I supposed to do, Nico?” Jack repeats. He can’t understand it, because he’s perfectly capable of coming up with ideas for the next move normally, but he’s lost here. He’s got this creeping feeling, warm and prickly, washing over him. He wants– it makes him want to listen to Nico. He wants Nico to, what, guide him? It’s probably just because he always listens to Nico’s ideas, right? Because Nico is smart and leads so well that he’s easy to follow? Right?

“I told you, Jack. You don’t have to do anything,” Nico explains. He walks forward on his knees and settles between your legs. He stares at Jack while his hands smooth up your thighs and hips, then over your sides.

You moan when Nico’s thumbs brush your nipples. The sound steals Nico’s gaze and he has the audacity to quirk his lips into a smile when he looks down at you.

No– Jack doesn’t like that. He wants Nico to smile at him. A noise that can only be described as indignant leaves Jack’s throat. It was involuntary, but it works. Nico looks back at the chair where Jack sits.

“You didn’t want to eat Y/N out, Jack,” Nico says. “She let us come to her apartment, shared with us even though she didn’t have to, and you wouldn’t eat her out?”

“I don’t like–”

Nico looks down at you. “I’m sorry he doesn’t want to make you feel good, baby. I’ll make you come. You know I love how you taste. We don’t even need Jack.”

Jack doesn’t like that either, but before he can protest, you’re piping up. It feels like forever since you did. Jack had tunnel vision on Nico, he realizes. After wanting it for so long, he’d lost the threesome aspect. Greedy, he chastizes himself. That’s how he got here, locked up and looking at two beautiful bodies enjoy themselves without him. He was greedy.

“No, I want him here,” you pout. You arch your back and tilt your head back, eyebrows practically reaching your hairline as you look at Jack. “You’re so pretty, Jack. It’s about time you made a move. Nico and I have been talking about it for ages.”

Jack’s mind skips, purely out of surprise. “You’ve been– you talked about it?”

You open your mouth to reply, but Nico robs Jack of the answer by pressing his thumb on your tongue. He shushes you. “Don’t reveal our secrets,” Nico chides. “You’re giving him what he wants too easily.”

“You can’t just–” The words dissolve in Jack’s mouth when Nico leans forward and takes one of your nipples in his mouth. Jack has… he has a good view from this chair. “Oh,” Jack breathes out. His eyes go wide, fixing on the hollow of Nico’s cheek as he sucks your skin. Jack is silent while Nico kisses down your stomach and nears your pussy, but you are not.

“Nico,” you mumble when he sucks a hickey into your thigh. You moan out loud when he plants a sweet kiss on your mons pubis and drags his bottom lip over the hood of your clit.

Jack swallows hard. You’re writhing on the bed, but Nico has placed his hands on your hips and anchored you in place. Your lower half is cemented to the bed, Nico’s mouth attached to your core, and Jack can almost feel the pleasure radiating off of you. And Nico– Nico’s eyes are boring into Jack.

His glance could be construed for admiration of your body, as you arch your back and fall into the bed. He doesn’t tease you, which surprises Jack. He expected Nico to savor this, but he’s working his tongue against your clit with a level of skill that Jack can’t even imagine. At least, that’s how it sounds. You sound like a porn star, moaning in a way that is so over the top that it can’t be real… except that you’re sweating and panting and heaving too, and Jack doesn’t think you can fake a reaction like that.

Jack was distracted by your movement, but Nico’s eyes catch him again. That dark, attentive, evaluating look hasn’t left Jack.

His cock jumps. Jack blinks. It throbs. Jack’s immediate first thought is to fit his fist around the length and provide himself a little relief. But then– then– the handcuffs stop him. The metal prevents him from making any move.

“Nico,” Jack calls.

The eyes that stayed on Jack for the past few minutes look away. No, they don’t look away, Nico closes his eyes. He digs his fingertips into your hips and drags your cunt closer to his mouth, licking lower until his mouth disappears into your folds.

Jack’s mouth opens and his tongue goes dry, Nico ignores Jack and focuses only on you. Jack watches as his nose brushes your clit, bumping into the nerves over and over again.

You jolt with each nudge, moans breathy and whiny. One of your hands is clutching the comforter beneath you, while the other one is free to thread through Nico’s hair and pull. Jack loses himself in the way the strands of hair grow fluffy or jagged because of your grip, standing tall and messy on Nico’s head. The dark, long pieces on top of Nico’s head become highlighted when the light from your bedroom lamp falls on them just right and Jack loses himself in the mesmerizing changes.

He hears Nico’s voice, muffled between your legs, but deep and gravely nonetheless. “Tastes so good,” he announces to the room. Jack doesn’t respond– he’s not involved. This isn’t a statement for him. Nico must be talking to you, punctuating his sentence by palming the fleshy fat of your behind. Jack wonders what those hands would feel like on his thighs.

Nico has slapped Jack’s ass before, but it was always in an athletic setting. Or it was when they were celebrating– Jack remembers one time rookie year, before they’d decided to just be friends, when Nico had slapped his ass after a successful shot in pool and let it linger. His palm had been so warm through Jack’s jeans, almost impossibly so. Maybe it was the knowledge that Nico was there that made Jack’s blood grow warm, made his heart rate spike. Then, Nico’s hand had dropped and Jack had to bury the urge to follow Nico around like a lost puppy all night.

“Fuck, prinzli, don’t you wish this was you?” Nico continues.

Jack hears him quietly, barely audible over the rush of blood in his ears and the pulse in his untouched and yearning cock, and nods along even though the question isn’t directed at him. Nico’s hearty chuckle and the returning fixture of Nico’s eyes on Jack snap him out of his trance.

“What?” Jack asks. The word is a pile of mush in Jack’s mouth, not nice or pristine like he thinks it should be, but at least it’s out. If Nico is looking at him again, then the question must have been for him.

“Don’t you wish you were over here?” Nico rephrases. His thumb fits over your clit and rubs a quick circle. Your volume increases and Jack has to strain to hear Nico. His mouth spits the words out, curling and dancing in the air. “This could’ve been you, J, and I could’ve had a hand on your cock while you did it.”

Jack’s stomach swoops and his cock releases a blurt of precum to match the movement. His lips part and his eyes go wide. “You would’ve–”

“Touched you, yeah,” Nico confirms nonchalantly.

Jack imagines Nico’s thick fingers sliding along the vein on the underside of his cock. The phantom touch starts slow, but speeds up the more Jack thinks about it.

“I thought it would be nice,” Nico continues. “You know, for you to put that smart mouth of yours to use, so you can show Y/N that you’re able to do more than just talk back to me. I was going to let you come in my hand while you licked her, Jack. I was going to finger you after and use your own come as lube.”

Jack can’t form a single thought. Nico’s words bounce through his brain, like an input of words in a computer code that are essential for the program to work. Smart mouth… talk back… let you come… lube…

The phantom touch on Jack’s cock, Nico’s invisible and imaginary hand, twists around the head of his cock. Jack grinds up into it, his hips lifting from the chair.

Nico purses his lips and lays an open-mouthed kiss on your clit, his middle finger coming between your legs and sliding into your hole. Jack can hear how you open up for him, how you welcome his touch with a whimper and a roll of your own hips– as much as Nico will allow them to move. His other hand is still pressed into your side, keeping you in place.

You throw your head back and suddenly, there are two eyes on Jack. The attention makes him preen, makes him feel even more restricted by the handcuffs.

“I want–” Jack cuts himself off, surprised by how foreign and removed from his body his voice sounds.

Nico quirks an eyebrow and flicks his tongue rapidly over your cunt. He squeezes your side with his hand and you open your mouth to respond, like your mind is linked with Nico’s.

“What do you want, baby?” you ask. The genuine curiosity in your voice tips Jack toward desperation.

“Let me– I’ll do whatever you tell me to,” Jack bargains. He tugs on the cuffs. The metal bites his wrist and hurts. It will probably leave a mark over his blue-green veins, just from the pure effort to keep Jack contained. He knows he’s strong, but not strong enough to break free. He needs Nico to let him loose. “Please, I want this. I can’t– I need–”

“Have you– oh– have you really earned that?” you inquire. Nico nibbles your clit gently to signal that that was the right response. He rewards you for your words by plunging a second finger into your entrance and curling them forward, your body mimicking the movement, but he doesn’t make any move to reward Jack.

Jack doesn’t understand. He asked nicely. He said please. He offered to do whatever Nico said, even if he doesn’t want to.

“But– fuck, Schao, I’ll– I’ll eat her out all night if that’s what you want,” Jack adds. There’s an edge to his voice that he doesn’t recognize, but he’s heard it from women he’s been with in the past. It’s pretty when they beg him for more and now Jack is reduced to begging for something. “You don’t even have to touch me. I can– I’ll do it myself, just let me be a part of this.”

Jack perks up when Nico’s lips turn up at the sound of his nickname. He hums as he continues to eat you out and Jack watches his fingers thrust in time with the twitching muscles under the skin of your thighs. It’s the only sign that he heard Jack’s plea, other than the slight smile on his face. His eyes drift shut and Jack balks. He’s– is he ignoring Jack again?

“Nico,” Jack whines petulantly. His hips twitch upward and he feels a flush cross his cheeks. “Nico, please.”

“I’m coming, sunneschii,” Nico chuckles. Jack can’t tell if he’s being sarcastic. “I’m going make our girl come first, then I’ll let you go.”

There’s another reminder that it’s not just Nico and Jack. Jack continues to get caught up in the aura of the man before him. He loses himself in the dark eyes contrasting against your skin, but Jack has to tear himself away. How he wants Nico– he wants him– but you’re here, and you’re an equal part here, and if Jack keeps forgetting that, then he’ll never get what he wants.

So he closes his mouth and watches Nico’s fingers work inside of you. He watches them fill you, watches a third tease your entrance but never fully slip in. He watches Nico’s jaw pop and manipulate your skin with his movements. He sees how the flat lick of Nico’s tongue to your clit makes goosebumps rise on your skin and make your nipples stiffen into blunt peaks.

Your view is almost as good as Jack’s. If you look down, you see a strong, athletic, European man holding you close and devouring you. The sprinkling of scruff along his jaw rubs your inner thighs while he eats you out, which he knows you love, so he doesn’t spread your legs like he did the first time he took the journey down. You can see how his motions spark the waves of pleasure that emanate from your body, although the connection dulls the sensation slightly. When you look away, you feel like his touch is a mystery and a surprise, and you get to see the ruined boy across the room.

Jack’s not as put together as he thinks he is. His bottom lip is swollen from the way he’d been biting it when Nico first started ignoring him. He’s an attention whore and Nico didn’t give him the time of day– it’s entertaining how easily Jack will resort to begging and grinding his pretty cock into the air in order to regain Nico’s scrutiny. His cheeks are red and splotchy from how turned on he is and his cock leaks onto itself, brimming with pearly white droplets and spilling over. The precum cools and disappears as it makes its way down his cock, but his tip is shining and tinged with purple from his need for contact. If this is how he looks before Nico even touches him, then you’re in for a treat.

Jack sees your eyes roll into the back of your head. Your breasts sit high on your chest when you arch your back and he’s starting to wish that he was licking them. He might be, to be frank, insanely attracted to all of Nico, but Jack has always been a tit man and will always be a tit man. Your tits deserve his appreciation.

You make a long and wanton sigh when Nico drags you over the edge. Jack can tell that you’re finally coming when your body relaxes on the mattress. You’d been in near-constant motion while Nico was working, but now he’s lapping at your folds like a cat drinking milk in a cartoon, and you’re not moving a muscle.

“Jack,” Nico murmurs.

Jack’s heart nearly bounces out of his chest. He’s– it’s his turn. “Nico?”

“I’m going to come uncuff you,” Nico tells him. You take a breath, hearing Nico’s calm voice and letting it soothe you. He kisses the juncture of your thigh and hip. “Are you going to listen to me when I tell you what to do?”

“Yes,” Jack declares. “Whatever you want, Ni.”

He revels in the proud smirk that Nico hides in the skin of your stomach. Nico takes the time to kiss over your stomach, between your boobs– never on them, which Jack thinks isn’t fair to the pretty mounds– and on your mouth. His kiss on your lips is chaste, but your lips slide against each other unhurriedly. Nico doesn’t seem to feel the pressure and impatience coming from Jack while he kisses you.

Nico pulls away and you whine softly, trying to hold onto his shoulder, but it slips away as he moves off of you and approaches Jack. The key in Nico’s hands, dwarfed in his palm, catches the light and Jack has to hold back an embarrassing squeal of excitement.

It takes a lot of effort for you to sit up. You feel like you rub slick over your bedsheets, but you want to get more comfortable. You’d like to sit up on the pillows and see what Nico wants to do next– and with whom.

When you turn around, you feel like your body freezes. You’re frozen, but there’s a batch of boiling water surrounding you and you’re cooking from the outside in. The heat of the room has been turned up to… an incomprehensible four thousand degrees celsius because Jack is clinging to Nico and claiming his lips with the ferocity of a rabid animal.

His hands, pale against Nico’s warm skin, are everywhere. Jack doesn’t seem to know where he wants to touch the broader man now that he’s free. His fingertips paint lines down Nico’s neck and torso. His knuckles are tinged with pink somehow, blushing like the tip of his nose, and you love the way his hands settle on Nico’s waist and dig into the skin there.

Nico seems amused. His thumbs brush over Jack’s jawline and he’s smiling between kisses, tilting his head this way and that to satisfy the desperate boy mouthing at him. Nico guides Jack toward the bed and Jack is mindlessly allowing his captain to mold his body however he wants it– so long as Jack can continue rolling his entire body to try and get some relief on his bleeding cock. There’s no actual blood, of course, but you use the word for three reasons: the precum is spurting from Jack’s slit like the beading blood on a little wound, his cock is red and angry like a splash of rouge on the walls of a murder house, and, if you look close enough, you think you can see his pulse driving through the veins in his cock. Even if he was being subtle about how badly he wants Nico, his dick would betray his true feelings.

“Okay,” Nico mumbles. He brings his hands down Jack’s waist and pat his sides. “That’s enough, prinz. I know. Why don’t you go give Y/N some love, ‘kay?”

Jack comes to you willingly. You’re almost surprised. Jack’s allegiance has been clear from the first second of this threesome. You and Nico had been pushing his limits, certainly, by flirting with Jack while you drank beer at the bar and snorted white powder at your apartment. Nico swore that Jack would’ve made a move on you first, but you’d known all along that Jack would break and go to Nico first. It’s obvious how badly he wants the approval of the older boy. It’s obvious how badly Jack wants to prove himself to Nico.

His solid body collapses on your own. Jack presses you into the pillows and licks into your mouth with the same fervor he afforded to Nico.

Jack is so messy when he kisses. He’s sloppy. His hands card through your hair and get caught on the ends, twisting them between his fingers. He pants between kisses, whining when his shaft drags along your hipbone. He sounds so pretty.

“On your knees, J,” Nico instructs. “You can keep kissing her, but kneel for me.”

Jack bustles around atop you, bracketing your body with his legs. He makes a sad, reluctant noise when his cock loses contact with your skin. He rocks forward slightly and his tip knocks against your abdomen, leaving a line of precum to connect your bodies.

Nico makes a sharp, castigating noise. Jack freezes. You pull back and look around Jack’s lithe body, finding Nico behind him.

“What’s up, Neeks?” you ask.

“Don’t worry,” Nico reassures you. He squeezes your ankle comfortingly. “Just keep kissing Jack. Distract him.”

Jack’s eyes open and he frowns, trying to meet your gaze for an answer to his unspoken question. Distract me? You think he’s asking. What does that mean?

You’re not one to question Nico, so you wrap your arms over Jack’s shoulders and tug him closer to kiss him until he’s breathless and lightheaded. You feel Jack jolt in your arms suddenly, then jerk away from you.

“Nico,” Jack says. His brows come together and he sounds worried.

“Shh, it’s okay. Trust me,” Nico whispers. You hear him plant a kiss somewhere on Jack’s body. “You’ll feel good, prinzli. I promise I won’t do anything that isn’t good.”

You touch Jack’s cheek, tilting your head at him and meeting his eyes. “I know it’s your first time doing something like this, sweetheart,” you murmur. You pet Jack’s hair out of his face and kiss the tip of his nose. “Nico’s going to take care of you. You know how much he cares about you. He won’t do anything that you won’t like, okay? And we can always stop, if that’s what you want. It’s up to you.”

Jack is silent as he takes in your words, seeming to drink them up. He starts to nod, his hands clutching your waist like it grounds him. “‘Kay,” Jack whispers. “We can– yeah. Let’s…” he trails off, then leans forward and kisses you. He sounded a little lost, not knowing what he was saying, and you think he might have found solace in just doing something else, like kissing you.

You don’t have to look at Nico to know how he’s smiling, proud of Jack for taking the jump.

“Can you multitask, J?” Nico asks.

Jack hums affirmatively against your lips.

“Good,” Nico says. “Will you finger Y/N for me? Make her come?”

Jack is already obeying. His fingers are probing against your cunt, two digits sliding into your hole and curling inside of you.

“Good boy,” Nico praises. “Don’t stop until I tell you.” Nico’s hand finds your knee and pinches the soft skin on the side of the bone. “You can tell him to stop too, if you need it.”

“Will,” you affirm before Jack fills your mouth with his tongue and muffles your words.

“One more thing,” Nico adds. He smooths his hands over the globes of Jack’s ass, digging his nails into the soft skin. Jack’s heart jumps at the touch. “My cock belongs to whoever lasts longer.”

Jack’s legs tense and his toes curl when he feels Nico’s tongue paint a wet stripe between his cheeks, passing right over his hole. The feeling is foreign and Jack kind of wants to push Nico away. His first instinct is to say ‘Get off me, Schao,’ because his asshole is not something he ever imagined another person would touch.

Then he gets distracted by the way Nico fits his fist around the tip of Jack’s cock and drags it down to the base.

He loses control of his fingers as his body melts into Nico’s touch.

They still inside of you and you scoff indignantly. “Jack,” you groan.

He registers his name falling from your lips, but he doesn’t hear it. He mouths against your neck mindlessly, feeling you pull on his hair. When Nico repeats his name, Jack looks over his shoulder.

“Keep fingering her, büebli. It’s not a fair fight if you’re not doing your part.” Nico flicks the back of Jack’s thigh.

“Sorry,” Jack apologizes breathlessly. He pushes back into Nico’s touch.

Nico quirks an eyebrow. “Oh, you greedy boy,” he muses. He drops his hand from Jack’s cock and palms the globes of his ass, spreading him apart and tonguing along the puckered rim there. “Is this what you wanted?”

Jack whimpers, burying his face against your tits. “Mhm,” he affirms, nodding. His lips catch your nipple and he sucks, as if he’s soothing himself. His fingers have started moving inside of you again and his thumb finds your clit.

You roll your hips into his touch and look down at the two boys before you. Jack sucks on your skin desperately, leaving splotches in his wake. Nico has his eyes closed, showering Jack with attention.

Nico pulls away and brings his pinkie to his mouth, swirling his tongue around the digit. He winks at you, noticing how your pupils dilated as you realized what he’s planning to do.

“Schao,” Jack keens. He’s on the verge of begging again. You can hear it in his voice.

“God, Jack, listen to you,” Nico says. He circles Jack’s hole with the tip of his pinkie, but leans down to lick him and get him more wet, more willing to accept the finger. “You won’t eat out our girl’s pretty pink pussy but you’re falling apart while I eat yours?” He kisses Jack’s rim and nibbles, pushing the tip of his pinkie past Jack’s entrance.

Jack’s jaw drops and the mewl that leaves his mouth breaks halfway through its exhale. His hips drop and his tip finds the juncture of your thigh. It slides into the space between your legs and Jack bucks his hips once, twice, and– shudders.

You feel your face heat up, growing red to the tips of your ears. His cum slides down your thighs, dripping onto the bed below you. His teeth found your tit and bit down while he came– now, he’s licking along the indentations that he left behind, making sweet, satisfied noises in the back of his throat.

Jack feels a bit like he’s floating away. You’re so soft beneath him. He turns his head and closes his eyes, nuzzling against your skin like a pillow. Jack wishes he had something in his mouth, something to suck on… and like you’re reading his mind, you touch his lips. Jack takes your first two fingers in his mouth and swallows around them, humming. Nico is still mouthing along his skin, finding his way up to Jack’s lower back and sucking a hickey there.

“That was so sexy, schatz,” Nico murmurs as he kisses up Jack’s spine. “Coming like that. I barely touched you, baby. My desperate boy. Can’t wait til I get my cock in you one day, make you come undone for real.”

Jack turns his head and blinks his eyes open, finding Nico hovering near his head. You pull your fingers from his mouth and thumb away the bit of spit that collected at the corner of his lips. Jack preens when Nico brushes a thumb over his rosy cheeks, then moans aloud when Nico drops his head and sucks Jack’s bottom lip into his mouth.

“Aren’t you sweet,” Nico mutters. He pulls back and kisses him again, curling the waves at the nape of Jack’s neck between his fingers.

Jack is smiling dopily, admiring the man before him like he hung the stars.

“You wanna suck Y/N’s tits while I fuck her, baby?” Nico offers. He pinches Jack’s side, then tweaks his nipple. Jack squeaks at that and squirms away from Nico’s tickling fingers. He burrows into your arms, wrapping himself around you and hiding against your boobs. He starts to move his lips against your skin as soon as he makes contact.

You and Nico giggle together at how easy Jack is after he comes. He’s a sweet, cuddly boy who wants to kiss and suck the skin of his partner until he comes down from the climax. It’s a massive change from who he was before, but you can’t say you prefer either version. The brazen, flirtatious Jack Hughes who is touchy and sassy sets your stomach afire and makes your nose crinkle affectionately, but this version has you simmering and wanting to wrap him in the world’s warmest, fuzziest blanket and kiss all over his face. He’s an angel, either way, and you adore him.

With Jack tucked into your side, curled up and sucking one of your tits while his palm flattens over the other, Nico kneels between your legs. He lifts your ankle, brings it to his lips and kisses it before wrapping it around his waist. He then takes a pillow from the headboard and stuffs it under your hips.

“Do you want me to grab a condom before I start, babe?” Nico asks you, his hand wrapped around his base.

You shake your head. “Need to feel all of you, Ni.”

Jack swoons against your chest, evidently thinking of Nico’s cock in all of its glory. You bring your hand to his head and play with his hair, scratching his scalp and making him sigh as he nibbles the peak on your breast.

“You’re just as greedy as our boy,” Nico teases. He palms Jack’s hip and squeezes. “Hear that? She’s just as bad as you.”

“‘m not bad,” Jack mumbles.

“No, J, you’re good,” you tell him. He grins and kisses your ribcage, then comes up to rest his head in the curve of your neck. His fingers toy with your nipples still, pinching and twisting and playing.

Nico fits the tip of his cock against your entrance and starts to push forward. You’re open enough from Nico’s mouth, fingers, and Jack’s fingers that he can slide in easily. Nico rolls his hips and grinds forward gently, until you’re lifting your hips and pouting up at him. Jack sees the pout and lifts his head, pecking the corner of your mouth over and over until you turn your head to meet him.

Jack’s kisses are much more subdued now, like his lips glide over yours. You imagine a waterfall painting sun-dried rocks with their mist. That’s how it feels to kiss Jack.

“Ihr zwei luegt so schöön us,” Nico praises. You’ve never learned Swiss German, and you don’t think Jack has either, but you can tell from his tone that he’s saying something complimentary.

“Danki,” Jack mumbles.

Maybe he does understand Nico.

“Ihr sind so guet zu mir,” Nico continues. He bends down and kisses Jack’s temple, then yours. His hips are still moving towards you, thrusts becoming more harsh, and Jack smiles into your lips. He doesn’t reply.

Nico drags another orgasm from you slowly, taking you apart and murmuring in his dialect all the time. His voice lulls you through the climax and the aftershocks spike through your body when Jack suckles on your nipple, flicking the tip with his tongue and digging his teeth gently into your areola.

“Gueti Meit,” he whispers.

Nico slips from your cunt without coming. You draw your eyebrows together and tilt your head. “Nico?” you ask. You sound a bit like Jack.

Nico shushes you by holding a finger to his lips. “J, look at me,” Nico says. “Lay on your back.”

Jack’s eyes brighten and he rolls back. “‘Sup, Hisch?” he slurs out, his tongue seeming thick and swollen in his mouth again.

“Hi, sünneli.” Nico caresses Jack’s cheek and straddles his chest.

You take a deep breath and roll towards them, batting Nico’s hand off of his cock and taking over. You start to stroke him, squeezing and twisting around his tip. You thumb over his slit and lick his frenulum, humming contentedly at the salty taste of yourself and his precum mixed together.

Jack is biting his lip and taking in the scene before him. Nico frees the lip with his thumb before planting both hands on the headboard and throwing his head back, groaning as you increase your speed and tighten your grip. Jack’s hands cautiously come to the back of Nico’s thighs, then grip on when Nico looks down at him and smiles that proud smile. Jack opens his mouth and hollows his cheeks and tries to make himself look as inviting and sexy as he can– he loves when a girl sucks him off and takes his cum all over her tongue and lips and cheeks and he wants to be as pretty for Nico.

The milky white spurts of cum streak out of Nico’s cock forcefully. He’s been waiting all night for this, holding himself back and focusing on the pleasure of the two of you, so his orgasm is strong.

Most of the cum, stripped from Nico’s dick at your hand, falls onto Jack’s tongue. He pushes the muscle out, enlarging the canvas for Nico. He closes his eyes and you lick a stray stripe of cum from the corner of Jack’s lips, relishing in the taste.

You loosen your grip on Nico when he’s effectively milked dry, and you bring a hand to Jack’s cheek to turn his head towards you. You kiss him deeply, working your tongue past his lips, tasting the cum and taking some of it into your mouth as you swap saliva.

Nico separates you and kisses Jack first. Jack doesn’t even flinch at the change, he doesn’t open his eyes, nothing. He’s complacent and relaxed and so hungry to be touched by anyone. After Jack, Nico kisses you. It’s the first time you’ve kissed since he ate you out and you breathe him in.

Nico parts from you and guides your head back towards Jack’s. It’s easy, and you like kissing, so you and Jack fall into a routine. His hand comes to your jawline and pets along the curve. Nico leaves the bed, heading into your bathroom, and he comes back with a wet rag. You hear the shower starting and running in the background when he comes back.

“Okay, enough,” Nico murmurs, splitting you and Jack. He brings the wet rag to Jack’s flushed cheeks and starts to wipe the dried cum away, cleaning him up.

Jack rolls his head back onto his shoulders and blinks slowly at Nico.

Nico kisses his forehead, then uses the same rag to wipe between your legs. He kisses your forehead too.

“Are you up for a shower, or do you want a little more time?” Nico asks the two of you, wiggling his way between your bodies and wrapping his arms around you, pulling you tight against his sides.

Jack snuggles up to him immediately, tucking his head into the crook of Nico’s neck and sighing. You hug Nico’s middle and rest your cheek on his pec.

“Cuddle now, shower later,” Jack decides. He kisses Nico’s pulsepoint. “You smell nice, Schao.”

“Thanks, büebli,” Nico replies.

“And you’re so pretty, Y/N,” Jack adds. “Pretty tits, ‘specially.”

Nico chuckles and you giggle. “Oh, you think so?” you tease. “Couldn’t tell from all the hickeys you probably left.”

Jack picks his head up and peeks out at you, eyes shining. He’s grinning wickedly. “Sorry,” he apologizes, and you can tell that he doesn’t mean it at all.

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zegrasdrysdale · 12 days ago

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[ not so boring wedding ] j. hughes

pairing : Jack Hughes x fem!reader

summary : Jack catches the attention of the maid of honor at Nico's wedding and they decide to make the wedding a little less boring with each other's company

warning(s) : smut ! unprotected penetrative sex (wrap it before you tap it pls), semi public sex (a hotel conference room), kind of an open ending ?

author’s note : took me a while but here is my comeback fic (dw, i'm slowly making my way through requests). i'm using both my old and new taglist for this fic only !! you can find the new tallest right HERE since i will not be using my old one after this fic. enjoy ! <3. might make this a part 2 if anyone is actually interested in that tbh

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He catches her attention at the worst time. She's currently standing under an archway behind her best friend on Lake Geneva in Switzerland as Dina gets married to her boyfriend of five years. He sits in the fourth row on Nico's side between two guys that look similar to him, so she assumes they're related. Brothers, probably.

She tries to keep her attention on the ceremony going in literally right in front of her, but she is having a hard time keeping her gaze away from those pretty blue eyes that she can even see from where she stands.

Finally the ceremony ends when Nico kisses Dina for the first time as husband and wife. The crowd cheers for the newly wed couple as they walk back up the aisle together. With the biggest smile on her face, she can't help but spare one more glance at guy with the blue eyes. Even his smile is pretty.

This isn't supposed to happen. She's not supposed to find someone sitting in the crowd at her best friend's wedding. She's supposed to be the maid of honor and making sure the day goes smoothly.

Though, she can't help but wonder who he is. No one in Nico's family has bright blue eyes like that guy does so he can't be related to him. A friend maybe? A teammate? Someone else who plays in the NHL? Maybe she should find out.

It feels like thousands of pictures are taken by the time the bridal party and the newlyweds make their entrances to the reception. The bridesmaids make their entrance to P!nk's "Raise Your Glass" while the groomsmen make their entrance to AC/DC's "Thunderstruck". Dina and Nico come in last to Bruno Mars' "Marry You".

She sits beside Dina and another one of the bridesmaids for toasts, dinner, and dessert. Drinks are brought to the bridal party table and she is very glad because she's trying to save her feet for the dance floor once they open it up.

There's one thing that's really on her mind though. Who was the guy sitting in the fourth row at the ceremony?

While dessert is being served, she leans over to Dina. "Can I ask you a really stupid question?" she asks her best friend.

Dina swallows a bite of the cake and nods. "It can't be that stupid," her friend teases.

"Um," she hesitates. "There was a guy that I couldn't stop looking at during the ceremony and I was hoping you can tell me who he is? He has blue eyes, brown hair? He was sitting in the fourth row on Nico's side of the room between two guys that I think are his brothers?"

Her friend looks at her with raised eyebrows, then bursts out laughing like the funniest joke was just told. "I'm sorry," she laughs. "It's not funny. I'm sorry. I think you're talking about Jack. He's one of Nico's teammates in New Jersey. He's basically hockey royalty and comes from a well known hockey family."

She nods and sips her glass of wine, needing some kind of alcohol in her system. "Thanks," she mumbles under her breath.

Dina laughs and stands up. "Come on," she laughs. "I'll give you an introduction to him and his brothers. You'll probably see them a lot more often now that I'm married to Jack's captain."

"Oh, no," she quickly says as Dina pulls her out of her seat. "I don't think that's necessary. I just wanted to know who he is. I don't need an introduction."

Her best friend looks at her, squinting her eyes at her. "Listen, you have been in such a crabby mood since Alex broke up with you like six months ago," Dina points out. "You need to meet someone and get laid. Where else to meet someone then at a wedding?"

Oh God, she thinks as Dina hooks her elbow with hers while walking over to one of the table. She tries not to look like she might drop to the floor with nerves as she crosses the room with the bride.

The pair walk up to a table of six guys, one of them being the guy she saw in the audience during the ceremony -- Jack. His brothers she still assumes are sitting with him as well as five other very well built guys. She sighs softly as they stop walking.

"What's up, guys?" Dina greets. "How was the food?"

Casual. Nice.

One of the non-related guys speaks up and answers for the table. "It was really good. The steak was perfectly cooked and the vegetables were seasoned well," he says, looking between us.

Dina smiles, still playing it casual. "That's great," she says. "My maid of honor (Y/N) is probably very glad to hear that. She was the one that really put together the menu for the reception so I'm glad it was good."

She smiles when her name is brought into the conversation. She tries her best not to stare at the blue eyed guy from the ceremony. Her eyes still steal an occasional glance, and she feels very self conscious of herself.

"Right," she says after Dina is done talking. "That was me. I'm glad the food was good ..." She trails off, leaving it open for the guy to give her his name.

The guy smiles at her. "Dawson," he says. "That's Timo, Seamus, Jack, Quinn, and Luke." Each guy waves their hand when introduced. Her eyes linger on Jack for a moment when he's introduced to her.

Dina nudges her with her elbow. "Right, well, I hope you all gave a good night," she says. "Have fun on the dance floor in a little bit. Nice to meet you all. I have more rounds to make."

Then she walks away. She tries to make it look casual when she just wants to run far, far away. She walks to her seat and downs the rest of her wine. Dina sits back beside her, laughing. Nico looks between the girls.

"What's so funny?" he asks.

"(Y/N) was scared to meet your teammates," Dina tells her new husband. "More specifically Jack. He caught her attention when we were saying our vows."

Nico smiles at her. "Jack's harmless," he explains. "He's like a puppy dog. He also likes to make terrible jokes to try and make you laugh. Don't laugh. It only boosts his ego."

"Who's ego?" a voice suddenly asks.

The three of them look in front of them to see a confused Jack. She wants to crawl under the table when he appears in front of her.

"Yours," Nico replies with a smile on his face. "You and your terrible jokes."

Jack smiles and she swears her heart flutters in her chest when he does. "What can I say? Everyone loves a good joke," he says, looking directly at her. She can't help but give him a little grin.

Both Dina and Nico shake their heads. Nico grabs his new wife's hand and stands up with her. "We have to go make some rounds to see our guests," he explains. "Will the two of you be okay by yourselves?"

She nods, looking at her best friend and Nico. "Yeah," she says. "We'll be fine."

Her friends leave the table and she turns her full attention to Jack. He extends his hand to her. "Can I get you a drink?" he asks. "Well, I guess accompany you to get a drink since it's open bar."

She doesn't have the heart to tell him that she gets drinks brought to her so she just nods and walks with him up to the bar. She orders her usual strawberry margarita and Jack gets a beer.

"So, how do you know Dina?" Jack asks. "I assume you're close since you're her maid of honor."

"Um, yeah," she replies. "She's my best friend. We grew up together attached at the hip because our moms are best friends too. She's a few months older than me so we weren't in the same class together but we have always been close despite that." She pauses for a beat when they are served their drinks. "How do you know Nico?"

Jack takes a long sip of his beer and looks at her. "We play together for the New Jersey Devils," he explains. "He's my captain, and one of my closest friends on the team. We've played together since I was drafted in 2019. We were both number one overall draft picks in our draft years so I always felt like I could go to him if I was feeling stressed out or overwhelmed by the pressure on me. We've grown close since my rookie year. My brother Luke looks up to him too."

She smiles and sips her margarita as Jack talks. "That's sweet," she says when he's done talking.

He lets out a breathy laugh at the same time Dina gets on the mic to speak to everyone.

"Nico and I would like to take this time to thank you all for making the trip to watch us profess our loves and marry one another," she begins to say. "We appreciate it and we hope the food was good. Now it's time for the real fun to begin. The dance floor is now open!"

As the last sentence is said, the DJ plays "Can't Stop the Feeling" by Justin Timberlake. A lot of the crowd makes their way out to the floor, especially the kids. She smiles at the sight of most of the guests on the dance floor.

When she looks over at Jack, she finds him looking at her. "What?" she asks, a smile forming on her face.

"Nothing," Jack replies. "I just thought this wedding was just going to be another boring wedding."

"It's not so boring now, huh?" she teases, half joking with him.

"Definitely not so boring," he tells her, serious. She raises her eyebrows when she realizes he's being serious.

She was worried that the wedding was going to be kind of boring. It sounds like doesn't have to worry about that now. Jack seems to have the same idea.

They finish their drinks and Jack invites her to go dance with him. He finds his brothers, Luke and Quinn. From their brief conversation they had while they drank their drinks, she knows that Luke is his younger brother that plays with him in New Jersey and Quinn is his older brother that is captain of the Vancouver Canucks. They formally introduce themselves to her when she walks up with Jack.

She's not sure if she'd ever admit it to Dina, but this is probably the best wedding that she's ever attended. Not only was she maid of honor, which is something the two of them have talked about since they were kids, but she met Jack.

He might be about to change her life. She doesn't know how they haven't met before tonight with her being close with Dina and Jack being close with Nico.

Either way, they've met now. She also really likes Jack and wouldn't mind staying in contact when they get back to America.

Rascal Flatts' "Bless the Broken Road" -- Dina's favorite song off the Hannah Montana movie soundtrack -- begins to play. All of the couple get on the dance floor to sway to the beat of the music. Not that she was expecting Jack to ask her to dance, but she's slightly disappointed that he's not even around.

She makes her way back to the table to get a drink and take a short break from dancing. She sips off her glass of wine that she got not too long ago and watches Dina and Nico dance. They look so in love with each other that it's disgustingly cute. They smile and talk to each other while the song is on.

Suddenly, someone taps her on the shoulder. She turns her head to see who it is and is surprised when it's Jack. He's extending his hand out to her. "May I have this dance?" he asks with a sweet smile on his face.

With a smile of her own, she accept his hands and goes out onto the dance floor with him. She drapes her arms around his neck and he rests his hands on her waist. She looks up at Jack, who is looking around at the rest of the crowd on the dance floor as they begin to sway to the beat of the music.

"I don't think I've ever actually danced at one of these things," Jack admits. "Slow danced, I mean. Unless it was with my mom. I love her but sometimes I wished I could've danced with a friend or someone."

She lets out a soft laugh as Jack looks down at her. He's got half a foot on her with heels on. "Is that right?" she asks. "Well, I'm glad I got to be the first to dance with Jack Hughes at a wedding. Truly, I'm honored."

Jack smiles at her comment. "Is it really?" he asks. "I'm just a guy."

"And I'm just a girl," she replies. "Dancing with a cute guy at my best friend's wedding."

"Oh, I'm cute now?" he questions, teasing her. "I should've known when you couldn't stop looking at me while Dina and Nico were right in front of you getting married a few hours ago."

Her jaw practically drops at his teasing. "You saw that?" she asks. "I thought I was being subtle."

He laughs and shakes his head. "You were anything but subtle," he tells her. "There were a few times where you stared. I could see you looking at me despite my attention being on Nico and Dina."

She feels her cheeks get hot when he tells her that she wasn't subtle when she was looking at him during the ceremony. "That's so embarrassing," she pouts. "It was that obvious that I was looking at you? Really?" Jack nods. "Oh my God."

Jack's smile widens while looking down at her. "It was cute," he tells her. "I don't blame you though. I am a very attractive man."

With a roll of her eyes, she gently and playfully swats at his chest. "You're impossible," she laughs.

"Yeah, well," Jack sighs, wrapping his arms around her waist rather than just resting his hand on her. "You like me anyway. At least, it looks that way since you couldn't keep your eyes off of me."

She rolls her eyes and wraps her arms around his neck. "Oh, shut up," she says, not actually being serious. She wants to keep listening to what he has to say.

Then he does something she never expected him to do -- he kisses her. In front of a room full of people. Then she does something she didn't think she would do -- she kisses him back. Her arms tighten slightly around his neck and she presses herself against him as the song ends.

Their kiss is slow, hesitant like they're both testing the waters. She rises onto her tiptoes so he doesn't have to bend down as much to kiss her.

It's a very quick kiss though. As soon as the song changes, Jack breaks the kiss and looks down at her. She looks up at him with slightly wide eyes since she didn't think he would do that. She'd happily kiss him again.

And that's when a potentially bad idea quickly crosses her mind.

"I'm sorry-" Jack begins to say before she grabs his hand and pulls him out of the ballroom without saying a word to him.

She pulls him down a maze of hallways until the music can no longer be heard.

They turn one corner and Jack opens his mouth to say something else, but he doesn't say anything because her mouth is back on his. She pulls him down by the collar of his suit jacket and crashes her lips to his. Jack hesitates for a moment before he deeply kisses her back.

He walks her backward until her back finds a wall. She slides her hands up to cup his jaw as their exchanged kisses get deeper and hotter. Jack's hands pin her hips to the wall behind her as their tongues find each other in a passionate dance.

This is the last thing she ever expected to do tonight. She thought she would be stuck at that table all night or talking to people she barely knows. Instead, she's making out in a dark hallway with a guy that she just met tonight.

Jack's hands dip below her hips, cupping her ass. She giggles against his lips and he pulls her closer to him. She arches her back off the wall so her chest is pressed flush against his. She can feel one of his hands on her bare back where it's exposed. She shivers a little bit.

She breaks the kiss and looks up at him.

"You couldn't wait to kiss me when we weren't' surrounded by literally a hundred people?" she asks, breathless from the hot kisses she just shared with Jack.

He laughs and looks down at her. "Hey, I took the biggest risk of my life when I kissed you while we were dancing," he tells her. "And I play professional hockey for a living."

She shakes her head with a smile on her face and looks around the dark hallway before her eyes land on an open door that leads to a dimly lit room. She takes Jack's hand and leads him toward the room. It looks like a conference room or something. It's small for a conference room. The lights are dimmed since it's nighttime.

Almost as if Jack knows what she's planning, he shuts and locks the door behind them. She turns and looks at him as he walks up to her. He reaches out and cups her jaw gently while he looks at her. She tilts her head up to look at him.

"Is it okay if I kiss you now that we aren't in a room filled with literally a hundred people?" Jack asks.

She brings her hands up to grasp his suit jacket before she nods. "You can do whatever you want now that we're not in a room filled with literally a hundred people," she replies.

No sooner than the last word passes her lips, Jack's lips come crashing to hers. The force of the kiss causes her to take half a step backward. He walks her toward the conference table, pinning her against it gently.

She pushes his suit jacket off his arms, and Jack tosses it on a nearby chair without breaking the kiss. She untucks his button-up from his dress pants and begins to work at undoing the buttons on it.

Jack deepens the kiss at the same time she begins working on the buttons to undress him. At least partially undress him. His hands slide around to her lower back, playing with the zipper of her dress.

As soon as she gets the last button undone, Jack pulls the zipper of the dress down. She reaches behind her and undoes the clasp that's holding her halter neck together. She breaks the kiss and looks up at Jack as she lets the top of her dress fall, revealing her upper body and breasts to him. She pushes the dress down until it pools around her ankles and she jumps up onto the table.

He looks her up and down where she sits almost naked for him. Jack undoes the belt and button holding his dress pants together as she reaches out. She wraps her fingers around his tie and tugs him toward her. Jack's hands rest on her thighs and he pulls her to the edge of the table.

She looks him up and down, his upper body exposed since his shirt hangs open. She licks her bottom lip before meeting his pretty blue eyes. Jack lifts his hand and cups her jaw for a second before his fingers slide to the back of her head. His fingers curl in her curly locks and he pulls her toward him, but he doesn't kiss her. Their noses softly brush against each other.

"Are you okay with this?" he asks. "If you'd rather do this in a bed or in the privacy of a room then we can but-"

She leans forward and kisses him to shut him up. At this moment, she's tired of hearing him talk. More touching, less talking.

A switch flips in Jack and he's slightly rougher with his movements. His lips move harshly against hers, but she reciprocates the energy. She reaches between them and unzips Jack's dress pants. They fall and pool around his ankles.

Jack leans into her and pushes her until she's flat on her back on the conference table. She bites her lip and watches as he pushes his boxers down, exposing himself to her. He's big. Just seeing him hard makes her moan softly.

He pull her lace thong to the side and lines himself up with her with one hand. His other hands runs over her torso and between her boobs. He pays attention to each one, squeezing and massaging the skin. "God, Jack," she sighs softly.

Just as she lifts her head to look at him, Jack pushes into her. She gasps at the unfamiliar stretch of Jack inside of her. His dick is bigger than the others that have been inside of her. And by "others", she means the one ex-boyfriend that she had. Jack is so much bigger than he was.

She adjusts to his size before Jack starts to rock his hips against hers. She slams her palms down on the table and tries to use her nails to grab onto the smooth top. His movements are slow and steady at first to make sure he doesn't hurt her, but as soon as she's adjusted, he's moving deeply and roughly into her.

"Fuck, Jack," she gasps as she sits up. She presses her chest against his and captures his lips in a hot kiss as he lifts one of her legs onto the table to keep her spread for him. She moans against his lips and he swallows every sound she makes.

Jack reaches between them and gently begins to rub her clit with his thumb. She gasps softly and Jack pushes his tongue into her mouth with the opportunity he has. He moves his thumb in gentle circles around the extremely sensitive bundle of nerves, careful not to apply too much pressure. Her legs begin to shake with slight overstimulation between his dick inside her and his thumb on her clit.

She grinds against his thumb, moving her body in sync with his as they continue to exchange hot kisses filled with tongue. Soft moans pass her lips with every movement he makes.

His movements slow but he thrusts deeply into her, filling her with his cock every time he moves into her. One of his hands slides into her hair to keep her close to him. Not that she was going anywhere. She's enjoying this closeness way too much.

The knot that formed in the pit of her stomach tightens to a point where it threatens to explode then and there. Her entire body shakes and Jack's movements get sloppy.

"Gonna come," Jack pants against her lips. "Fuck."

She nods and moves as close to the edge of the table as she can without falling off. Jack hooks his elbow under her bent leg that's on the table to make sure she doesn't hurt herself.

Jack's thrusts pick back up but they're sloppy movements. She rolls her hips against his.

His thumb picks up speed on her clit and that's the end of her.

"I'm coming- fuck!" she cries out as her entire body clenches around his cock. Jack fucks her through her orgasm. She grasps his upper arms, digging her nails into his skin as she releases around him.

His movements get sloppier and sloppier before he quickly pulls out of her and comes all over her thighs. Their heavy breathing from their respective orgasms is the only thing that fills the room. She gently lays herself back on top of the table.

He presses his hands into the table on either side of her, leaning on the table. He pants and looks at her. "Okay," he sighs. "I can officially check hooking up with someone at a wedding off my checklist."

She laughs and looks up at him. "You did that a little too well, Jack," she points out in a teasing voice. "Need to tell me something?"

"I don't normally hook up with women I meet four hours prior," he tells her. "Well, sometimes but it's not a regular thing. I don't tend to make it a regular thing."

"I know," she says. "Relax. I'm just messing with you." She begins to sit up and sees his come rolling down her thighs. "Can you go grab paper towels or napkins or something for me please?"

His eyes fall to her thighs and grins. "Give me a second," he sighs. "I need like thirty more seconds."

A giggle passes her lips before she softly kisses him. She couldn't resist stealing another kiss from him before they have to return to the reception.

Jack fixes his clothes then runs off to find something so she can clean herself up. He returns a few seconds later with some paper towels. She cleans her thighs off before she fixes her thong and pulls her dress back on. He zips up her dress and she clasps her halter neck together.

He fixes her hair as best as he can and she finds a mirror right outside of the conference room where she can quickly fix her makeup.

They make their way back to the reception with shared smiles. She definitely can't keep her eyes off of him now.

Jack goes off to the table with his brothers and she returns to her seat at the bridal party table. Dina looks at her with raised eyebrows when she sits down with a stupid smile on her face.

"And where have you been?" Dina asks, a smile on her face when she realizes where her best friend might have been.

"Nowhere," she lies. "Went to the bathroom."

"Right," Dina says. "And you didn't want to fix your eyeliner while you were in there?"

She looks over at Dina. "I was a little distracted."

Her best friend squints her eyes at her. "Was his name Jack Hughes?"

"Possibly."

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