#n°86

[2001hz]

Creations ad print in Edge magazine UK issue n°86 (2000)

[aliaology]

OBSESSED

SUMMARY: you and jack had been dating for around nine months now, and recently his ex has been coming back around. this causes you to go on a social media stalking rampage, and soon you become a little obsessed with her.

PAIRINGS: jack hughes x fem!reader

WARNINGS: social media stalking, shit talking exes, use of jenna and nicole (nicole is a real person tho!!! bratters gf), use of (y/n)

if i told you how much i think about her, you’d think i was in love. and if you knew how much i looked at her pictures, you would we’re best friends.

It wasn’t hard to figure out who jack’s ex was. The way he seemed to barely look her way when one of his teammates brought up the fact she was at the game. Instead of sporting a devils jersey, like she used to, she was wearing a rangers jersey, and holding a sign for a rangers player.

it also wasn’t hard to immediately become jealous of her when jack’s teammates talked about how she used to always show up to games. it almost made you feel.. belittled. especially because you had a job, you couldn’t always make jacks games, but he understood that.

by the time the game ended and you sat on a bench, waiting for jack, you’d already find yourself scrolling through her instagram. you looked at every picture, how she was such a pretty blonde. short, tan, blonde, the stereotypical puck bunny. but she knew puck.

for the next fifteen minutes— she stayed on your mind.

‘cause i know her star sign, i know her blood type, i’ve seen every movie she’s been in and god she’s beautiful. i know you loved her, and i know i’m butt hurt— but i can’t help it, no i cant help it.

of course as soon as you and jack got home, you began to search her up online. so invested in your research, when you and jack ‘went to bed,’ you carefully snuck out of the man’s arms and back to your laptop.

she was an actress, of course she was an actress. she starred in a few movies, she was amazing. you bit your nail before quickly exiting the tabs as you heard your boyfriend’s footsteps.

“baby what are you doing up? it’s 12:44, come back to bed.” he spoke, hand rubbing his eyes.

you stood up from the stool and walked over to him, your body pressing against his as your arms wrapped around his torso.

“sorry love, i was just finishing up work.” you lied.

jack just hummed and the two of you went back to your bedroom. your mind began to cloud with thoughts, thoughts of her and jack. did jack treat her the exact same way he treated you? was anything special or was it shared? you know he loved her at one point, but now he loved you, so why stay butt hurt?

i’m so obsessed with your ex, uh huh. i know she’s been asleep on my side of your bed, and i can feel it. i’m staring at her, like i wanna get hurt. and i remember every detail you have ever told me, so be careful baby. IM SO OBSESSED WITH YOUR EX!

it was the second game against the rangers, this time and away game. the blonde was sat in the regular stands while you were in the WAGs suite. you could see her from where you sat, and your eyes burned holes in the back of her head.

thats the woman who had jacks heart before you, the woman who slept on your side of the bed, the woman who cheated on him twice. oh you knew a lot— especially from what jack told you.

“she cheated on me with some guy on the rangers— a real work of art, both of them.” jack told you.

you didn’t realize you were zoning out until nicole, one of the other WAGs, placed a hand on your shoulder.

“you alright there lovie? you seem to be staring at something down there a little too hard.” she asked.

your eyes flickered to her. “yeah im fine— just zoned out. when i get too excited it happens.”

nicole smiled. “well— hopefully our boys can kick the rangers ass. im tired of jenna constantly texting me to rub it in my face that we lost. im not even her friend.”

jenna was jacks ex. that was her name, jenna. she was still texting some of the devils girls? even after everything? you almost laughed, but instead you out on a confused look.

“jenna?” you pretended not to know her.

“oh shes jacks ex— we can’t stand her, especially after what she did to the boy.” nicole told you.

good to know.

she’s got those lips, she’s got those hips, the life of every fuckin’ party. she’s talented, she’s good with kids, she even speaks kindly about me..

the devils won, which called for a celebration in some random club. even though you were still in new york, people congratulated the team on the win. maybe they hated the rangers too, or they were islander fans. you didn’t really expect some of the rangers to show up though, and especially not jenna.

her lips popped with the bright red lip stick she adorned. her hips swayed with every step she took in that mini silver dress. in that moment, she became the life of the party. in that moment, you felt your hands wrap around your body.

that didn’t last for long though, especially not when jack was there. his body pressed against yours as you both danced to the music. his hands gripping your waist, your arms slung around his neck. the sloppy kisses he pressed to your jaw. you had this, she didn’t.

but she had to ruin it. “wow you are so pretty!” her voice rang out. this caused jack to slowly, irritatedly pull away. your hands fell down to his arms as the smile on your face slowly turned fake.

“oh thank you.. uh do i know you?” jacks hand squeezed your waist.

jenna gave a look to jack, which you caught, before looking back at you. “one of jacks exes. you are?” she spoke.

“his girlfriend.”

and i know you love me, and i know it’s crazy.. but every time you call my name, i think you mistake me for her. you both have moved on, you don’t even talk. but i can’t help it, i got issues, i can’t help it baby.

“(y/n), baby?” jacks voice rang through the apartment. your body tensed slightly as his voice, scared that maybe he said the wrong name and that maybe you were just another jenna.

“(y/n)? have you seen my shirt?” he spoke loudly.

you sighed through your nose, “which one?”

jacks footsteps padded on the floor. you hid a smile as you sat at the kitchen island. you expected him to speak, but instead his arms wrapped around you from behind, causing you to let out a laugh.

“well it seems to be right here, isn’t that right?” he pinched at the fabric that draped over your body.

you feigned a look of innocence. “oh, you meant this one?” you smiled.

“when did you put this one on, pretty girl?” he asked you.

“it was the first shirt i found this morning. i dont find it to be too endearing walking around naked.”

jacks lips met the side of your neck, as his hands ran up and under his shirt that you wore. “mm, i dont know, i think that would be pretty nice.”

you let out a laugh as your hand reached back to play with his hair. “and let some random people see me? no thank you.”

“i guess you’re right, wouldn’t want anyone to see whats for my eyes only.” he spoke.

you hummed, feeling his kisses move to your jaw and become sloppier. “lets take this shirt off you, shall we?”

your thoughts disappeared as he dragged you to your room. there was no way he didn’t love you, not after the way he just worshipped you. oh no, he was yours, but his ex was still someone who made you worry.

is she friends with your friends? is she good in bed? do you think about her? no, im fine, it doesn’t matter tell me, is she easy-going? never controlling? well-traveled? well read? oh god, she makes me so upset! im so obsessed with your ex!

as jack left for practice, you couldn’t help but wonder about his ex. the last few questions that ran through your mind. she wasn’t friends with nicole or any of the girls, but what about his friends? her and trevor followed each other, same with her and cole.

does jack think about her often? last night at the club she seemed to piss him off by coming up to you both, maybe thats all? maybe he thinks about how much he hates her? or maybe he misses her— oh god was she good in bed?

was she easy-going? you were easy-going. so who cared. never controlling? you werent that controlling, the only thing you didnt want jack doing was liking random models pictures, and that was a set boundary because he said the same thing about random male models or hockey players (besides friends of course— for the both of you).

god jenna barely did anything to you and she made you so upset. pissed— frustrated, made you wanna pull your hair out.

you were obsessed.

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[multifandomworldsposts]

what about Maverick coming home after a stressful day and ordering you to ride his thigh for kinkmas? yk he's still dressed while you're just in his shirt and maybe he even calls you over with like this hand gesture.... it makes me weak every time shahahahq love ur work ❤️

Day 4 of Kinkmas: Giving Maverick Pleasure

KINKMAS ❤️🪩

A/N: thank you for the comment at the end of the submission 🥰✨❤️

pairing: pete mitchell x fem!reader

warning: age gap, dry humping, hickeys, blow jobs, riding

Y/N’s POV

I’m cooking some dinner for Pete and I, I’m wearing a new lingerie but I’m covering it with one of his t-shirts. I hear the door open and it slams shut, I already know he had a bad day, he’s done this before.

“Fuck!” Pete groans.

I flinch. I walk in the living room and I can tell he looks stressed.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

“Oh, I’m sorry that I yelled.” He tries to calm himself down.

“What happened?” I get closer towards him.

“Two of my students got in a fight and things went downhill.” He says taking his jacket off.

“Who were they?” I say standing in front of him.

“Hangman and Rooster.” He says.

He’s told me about Rooster a few times, he knew his dad when we was younger.

“How can I help you with your stress Mav?” I massage his shoulders.

He gives me a thinking face and he notices my lingerie.

“Is this new?” He lifts his shirt to see the lingerie.

“I bought it last week.” I say.

“It looks good on you.” He smirks.

“Do you want me to do anything?” I ask again.

Pete walks to the couch and sat down, I walk to him to be in front of him.

“How about you, dry hump my thigh.” He says relaxing on the couch.

“That’ll help your stress?” I cross my arms.

“Why not?” He smirks.

I take a deep breath and take his shirt off to show him my new lingerie.

“You love it?” I look at my set.

“I do, but I prefer it on the floor.” He smirks.

I find the zipper on the back of the set and unzip it and let it fall on the ground, Pete gets more comfortable on the couch. I walk towards him slowly and straddle him, I dry hump his thigh. He moans and guides me. I start to kiss his neck and began to give him hickeys.

“This is a new you I’ve never seen before Y/N/N.” Pete whispers in my ear.

“Just want to give daddy he wants when he’s stressed.” I whisper back.

“I don’t think I’m stressed anymore.” He says smiling at me.

“Let me do something else to you.” I pout.

“Show me baby.”

I get on my knees and unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans. His cock looks hard already so I begin to suck it. I can hear him groan and I feel his hand tugging on my hair.

Pete makes me look at him and says, “I need you on my cock when I cum.” He says in a deep voice.

I set myself on his dick and rode it. He held me into place and I gasp, he got bigger than the last time we did this. He begins to give me hickeys all over my neck. I tug on his hair which made him moan in my neck and I giggle.

After for a while, we get on the ground and make love on the carpet. I hope this happens all the time when he’s stressed.

“Pete, are you not stressed anymore?” I question getting his hair out of his face.

“Not anymore Y/N/N.” He smiles.

“If you want, if you’re stressed out in the future, we can do this if you want?” I say.

“I’d like that.” He smirks.

“I love you Maverick.” I give him a peck.

“I love you too princess.” He gives me a peck.

[kiddiesmores]

Wait hear me out... maybe chef schlatt is showing reader some kitchen stuff one night (I dunno they're making food after closing or something) and she burns herself pretty badly (not like hospital bad but like she's being flirty and accidentally leans on the hot grill, something stupid like that) and schlatt has to like bandage her up. I'm thinking like knuckle kisses after it's all better?

or alternatively...

Readers batting her eyes at schlatt and being her cuteself and he gets distracted and burns himself (swearing ensues) and she takes care of his burn.

I dunno do what you want 😘

this is so real, sorry for taking FOREVER to write about it.

🥥 Bugging Schlatt after closing is so fun because not only are you getting a free meal out of it but you can also flirt without the possibility of anyone walking by!

🥥 It all went down at sauté station, He was listening to you tell a little story about some asshole who stiffed you.

🥥 But you thought he wasn’t listening so you started pouting a bit.

“You hate me, you’re not listening!”

“I am! I’m trying not to burn your food right now!”

🥥 You press your cheek against his arm and he mutters, “Careful.”

🥥 To which you roll your eyes and held onto his side like “I am careful.”

🥥 Leaning up a little to peck at his cheek with free reign since nobody else is in the store.

🥥 And it makes him laugh a little as he moves the pan over to the burner that isn’t on, mumbling about you being a little minx before turning to face you fully and give you a real kiss on the lips.

🥥 And yall were into it!

🥥 So into it that maybe you stepped back against the stove.

🥥 And maybe!! While you were trying to keep up with his now hungry kisses, the hand that wasn’t wrapped behind the base of his neck needed a surface to hold onto.

🥥 And that surface happened to accidentally be the stove.

🥥 “YEOWCH!” you flinch, backing up from Schlatt as you blew on your scorched hand, sucking harshly against your teeth.

🥥 “Shit, are you okay? How bad is it? Cmere let me rinse it off.” He’s immediately putting cold water on your hands at the sink station behind him.

🥥 Tells you to stay put and keep rinsing while he gets burn ointment from the office first aid.

🥥 When he returns he sees you sniffle a bit, and a little pool of tears in your eyes that threatens to fall any second.

🥥 “Hey-hey, it’s okay,” he hushes while turning the sink off, “Come on this will make it actually feel better.”

🥥 Guides you to the expo line, sits you on the counter.

🥥 Tediously applying the burn cream to your hand and wrapping it while you shed a few silent tears.

🥥 He was very gentle, even kissing the now wrapped burn, talking about some, “It’ll heal faster.” which made you giggle a bit.

🥥 You mumble a small ‘thank you’

🥥 Looking down at the wrapped hand with a sigh, “Can’t believe this..”

🥥 “Happens to the best of us, got burned pretty badly couple years ago,” he rolls up his sleeve to show a gnarly scar a few inches shy of his wrist, making you wince.

🥥 He gives you the go ahead to reach out and feel it, snickering when you poked at it like “oooo.”

🥥 “Now we can be burned buddies.” you state, losing the plot and rubbing up his arm and gripping his bicep, making him scoff out a “Yeah”.

🥥 “Feelin better?” he asks softly, making you nod. “Mhm, stings a little but it’s not hurting too bad anymore.” you mumble.

🥥 He nods with a low grunt, inspecting his wrapping skills before gently holding onto the injured hand.

🥥 His eyes light up, “Y'know you can’t carry trays with a wound like this..” he starts.

🥥 Your head tilts, “But tomorrow my regulars come in and they always tip me $50!” you mope.

🥥 He rolls his eyes, “Listen to what I’m saying. I’m off tomorrow.”

🥥 You shrug, making him groan and throw back his head in annoyance that you’re not getting the hint.

🥥 “If I cut you from your shift I can stay with you and..yknow..take care of you” he nods.

“Ohhhhh, why didn’t you just say that!”

“Thought it was implied.”

🥥 He moves to peck at your jaw, making you giggle as his facial hair tickles you.

🥥 Pats your thigh to signal for you to hop down, “Go grab your bag, imma put your food away and we can go.”

🥥 Watching you from behind as you move to grab your tote bag from the little cubby and letting out a low whistle when you bend down.

“Go put my food away!” “Yes ma’am.”

🥥 Waits for you at the door after putting your food in a to-go bowl, holding an arm out for you to grab.

🥥 “How am I supposed to explain how I got this when people ask?” you whine, staring at your hand while he locks the doors.

🥥 Schlatt shrugs, “Say you were trying to be a flirt and ended up searing your skin instead.” “Okay.”

🥥 He laughs, turning and pulling you tight against his side and kissing the top of your head, laughing harder when you grumble for him to get away.

“Hey, don’t be upset, I told you imma take care of you didn’t I?”

🥥 You look up at him for a moment, his stare meeting yours, a wicked smile on his face that gave you butterflies.

🥥 “Oh doctor Schlatt, save me!” you tease, fawning over him as you weakly collapse into his arms with a hand over your head, making his face scrunch while he mumbles about you being dramatic. He lifts you up to carry you the rest of the way to the truck, smiling with a shake of his head when he hears you giggling.

“Thank you for taking care of me.” You mumble, batting your lashes up at him.

He smiles, “Anytime princess.”

[pollyna]

86!Mav would be feral over 22!Ice in all the good ways he can think about. Maybe a timetravel au where 22!Mav reaches the breaking point in space and time and 86!Mav wakes up in his place instead, and he doesn't know where he is, but he knows that the man sleeping to his side is someone important for him, someone that makes his chest hurt in all the good ways and make him cuddle against his back because it feels right to be there.

And maybe after, when the whole situation is clear, Ice gets a little self-conscious. He already is with his Maverick, but it's different because his Mav got to grow with him and has his own sign of the time that passed, but this Maverick? This Maverick is twenty-four and as beautiful, if not even more, as Ice fondly remembers him, and he feels old. Old, scarred, and not something that should be watched as Mav does. So Ice hides behind scarves, sweaters, and blankets because he knows if he has enough patience, his Mav will come back, and he will be able to relax. But 86!Mav won't have it, and really, he doesn't get how his present self doesn't spend every second of his life touching Ice and kissing him. So he votes, in front of the mirror in their bathroom, that he's going to make Ice understand how he's still so sexy and beautiful that Mav burnt his hand making pancakes because he took his eyes away from the pan and he saw Ice reading his journal, glasses on and the whole thing reduced Mav's brain to no brain activity. And then he's going to write a letter to his present self to beg him to do a better job of remembering his husband how beautiful he is.

[ryan-waddell11]

86’ baby

[babydollcaskets]

[sugdensdingle]

Baby Robert (1986) & Baby Seb (2018)

[hiwelcometothemonstersancturary]

Kickin making his plan for the next snowball fight(they're playing capture the flag, angel being the "flag):

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=o_3joQiQGmw&pp=ygUYdGhlIGhvcnNlIGFuZCB0aGUgaW5mYW50

I HATE/LOVE HOW THIS IS SO IN-CHARACTER FOR KICKIN IN THIS AU. He's so overdramatic. I bet he called Dogday for help and the drama just increased x2. The boys are planning an entire war while everyone else is just listening and nodding along.

Angel hearing a whole musical in the background while they make soup like "I hope the kids aren't having a snow war again", and then they come out to check in on them and the screaming goes on for at least twenty minutes as everyone jumps in on them.

[petrichorium]

MY generals 🫡

[sillywoyscreenshots]

The level of desperation I have for this man

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[thedeviousdevilxx]

Kinda digging Duff’s outfit here, honestly any mesh/sheer top he wears is a good look.

[aliaology]

ANYTHING || 800 followers special! <3

SUMMARY: its all just you and jack — 1.3k words

WARNINGS: slight fighting

PAIRING: jack hughes x fem hughes!

you started dating jack when you were seventeen. it was nerve racking for your teen self— especially since he was your first real relationship. not any situationship or incredibly long talking stage, but a full on labeled relationship. boyfriend and girlfriend.

no one truly believed you two would make it, not at first at least. you were the shy girl at school, the cliche smart student who sat in class and didn’t talk much, but got perfect grades. jack was the cliche jock, known for how incredibly good he was at hockey, and the fact his brother was in the NHL.

seriously, the thought of the shy girl, and athletic popular boy was one no one thought of. it really never would have happened if it wasn’t for the fact some of jack’s teammates wanted to go watch the girls volleyball game. you were in the stands, watching your best friend play; excited for spring because it would be you playing a game and her watching.

the stands were full of students, parents and staff. the game was a big one; senior night. the only open area was the row behind you in the student section. you adorned your best friends away jersey, and even had cute face paint dots of your school colors. thats when jack saw you. as he stepped up onto the stands with his team to get to the open spot, he saw your pretty smile and glasses.

of course, jack stared. he thought you were really pretty, and you looked nice as well. you didn’t have a resting bitch face, but instead a resting smile. you looked sweet. so, he took the opportunity when it arrived and moved to the (now) open seat next to you. from there, he got your number and your name.

after that small interaction, and the moment he got home, he texted you. his teeth showing as he smiled looking down at his phone, seeing the chat bubble pop up. the light illuminated his face, the texts reflecting in his eyes. you practically had him twirling his hair. he found you to be incredibly funny— and really pretty.

he found himself texting you every night, every day. and you found yourself responding each and every time. after an awfully long while of talking, you took the next step and asked him out to the movies. you bit your thumb as you texted him— worried about rejection. but the worry was wiped away when he immediately responded with a yes. he found it very attractive you made the first move.

the day of the first date was the day you had your first ever make out. sitting in his car, leaning over the center console. your hand on his neck, his hand on your cheek. you grew scared he’d stop talking to you after that night, but instead it drew him closer. he wouldn’t let you be— and you liked that.

meeting his parents was scary— especially on christmas. he met your parents on thanksgiving, that was three months after you made it official. now it was four months and it was christmas eve. you were on his porch with a few gifts in your hand— you got one for everyone in his family even after he assured you that you didn’t need to.

the door opened and jacks smiling face was the first thing you saw. you loved his smile so much— it made your lips twitched upwards. he pulled you inside and quickly introduced you to his entire family, even quinn who came back from vancouver.

you believed you won them over as soon as you handed them your gifts for them. they were small things, but ones you believed they’d like after talking long and hard to jack about it. you got fifteen year old luke the new nhl game for his xbox— one he’d been whining about wanting. you gave jim a signed bruins puck— one bobby orr signed. you wouldn’t tell him how it ruined your bank account to get.

quinn definitely liked you when he saw how you were with his brother, but he liked you more when he opened his gift to find a small golden bracelet with the number fourty three on it. ellen opened her gift to see a pretty gold necklace, with a locket. you had jack send you baby pictures, so you put one of the three boys on it. to say you made a good impression was an understatement.

they all definitely liked you then, but they really liked you when they saw the way jack looked at you. the way he looked at you as he opened his gift— eyes wide in excitement as he jumped up before hugging you— lifting you in the air. you knew he was a leafs fan, but you didn’t expect that for his reaction. you should’ve, knowing how expensive front row tickets were to these games.

when you tried to get home, jack tried to get you to stay. you were going to fight his words, but his mother insisted, so you did. you stayed for dinner. you talked to everyone, and slowly you became apart of their family. their big and happy family.

you and jack had your first major disagreement when you were both twenty. you went to school in boston, aiming to get your bachelors in physical therapy. jack was all the way in new jersey, and though not too far, you still didn’t get to see him as often.

you guys called every night, but they were becoming less frequent as he began going out with his teammates more. more clubs, more bars. you worried. so you communicated with him, you told him your worries. thats where the fighting started. after three days of no contact, you somehow found yourself in his car.

all of your stuff was in the back and you were on your way back to newark. your head was propped against the door, eyes shut. you two hadn’t truly made up, but he came and got you anyways. his hand was on your thigh, his eyes were on the road. you slept, and it stayed silent.

you officially made up when you made it to his place safely. him apologizing in more ways than one to do his best to show you there truly was no one else. you cried a lot during the talk, your head in his lap as your tears fell onto his pants. but he didn’t care, he just let you rest there, and he let you let it all out.

your favorite part of the apology was when you lied in bed with him. your bodies entwined and tangled in the sheets. your head on his chest, listening to him breathe, to his heart beating. listening to him move. his hands rubbed up and down slowly on your sides.

you didn’t want to talk. you didn’t want to talk about anyone, or anything. you just wanted to lay here.

you finally moved in with him when you were twenty-two. somehow— fifteen year old luke turned to twenty year old luke and he was there as well. you living with jack turned into your favorite thing ever. you were awoken with small kisses to your lips— and if he was one a roadie, you were awoke to kisses on the cheek by the dog you adopted with him.

you got to kiss him whenever and wherever you wanted. you got to kiss his forehead, his temple, his cheek, his lips, all of him. you got to have him. small delicate kisses to his eyes were his favorite.

his favorite thing about you living with him was also how easily you made it all feel like home. even with just the sound of your footsteps.

i love happy cute fics

[multifandomworldsposts]

Day 8 of Kinktober: Taking Polaroids with Iceman

pairing: tom ‘iceman’ kazansky x fem!reader

warning: doing pornography, unprotected sex

Y/N’s POV

Tom got a polaroid camera a couple days ago and he’s been wanting to take pictures of us. One night he wanted to take pictures of me.

“Why can’t we do this tomorrow?” I sigh.

“Because I want the pictures in advance.” He says setting the camera on his nightstand.

“When are you going to the Navel Base?” I ask.

“In 2 weeks Y/N/N. You remember right?” He said.

I forgot all about that. Tom really didn’t remind me about the Navel Base since he told me at first.

“I forgot Tom, I’m sorry.” I said crest his right cheek.

“You’re alright, so about those pictures.” He says getting out of the bed to get the camera.

I watch him get the camera, I don’t know what to do.

“What do you want me to do?” I sit up to face him.

“Anything you want to do.” Tom says.

Tom checks the camera to make sure it’s okay to use the camera.

“You ready?” He says getting on the bed.

“I hope Tom.” I say nervously.

“Don’t get nervous, it’s just me honey.” He says to me.

I take a deep breath, I don’t know why I’m getting nervous.

I take my clothes off including my bra and panties. Tom makes me lay down and tells me to put one of my arms on my head. He sits almost next to me and takes the picture. When it got developed he shows me the picture, I look surprisingly good.

He makes me get on my side and lay down so he can see my whole body. I got more comfortable with him taking the pictures and I made some poses up like, showing off my breasts and showing off my cunt to him. One picture he took of me spreading my legs to show off my perfect body he says, even though I always thought I look terrible.

I get up from a pose and try to get the camera out of his hands but I hear the noise that the picture was taken.

“What’re doing?” Tom asked.

“Can I take pictures of you now? I would like some of you naked.” I say to him.

“Y/N/N-“

“Please?” I pout.

“Fine, you know how to check that there’s more film in it?” He asked.

“Not really Tom.” I said.

Tom gives me some film and shows me on what to do and when I figured it out, I made Tom go on the bed and I straddle him. I told him to do something and he hides his face. I took a picture of him like that and made him do something else. Making him look like he was touching himself. He grabs the camera out of my hand and took a picture of me looking at him with my nipples showing.

After those pictures he wanted me in lingerie so I wore the lingerie that makes him go crazy. He made me go to the mirror and pose in front of it. After that photo, he approaches me and attacks my neck with kisses and hickeys, I lift my right hand to tug on his hair, made my head lay back so it can be on his left shoulder and I moan. He unzips the lingerie, I look at him in the mirror.

“I think we need to do something than taking pictures.” Tom whispers in my ear.

“And what’s that babe?” I look up at him.

“Remember our promise?” He said setting his nose on my cheek.

I try to think, “What’s our promise?” I say.

“Before I leave for the Navel Base, we promised that we can finally make love without protection.” He said.

“But what if something bad happens?” I ask.

“We’re doing it without protection, anything could happen.” He makes us do nose to nose.

I love this man with all my heart, of course I would love to have a baby with him but I’m afraid that he won’t come back to see him or her.

“Make love to me soldier.” I stand in front of him.

He picks me up to set me on our dresser and gets my lingerie off my body and I help him. When he got it off he grabs me to set me on our bed and then he takes us to our pillows to lay me on them. He kisses my neck and I moan. He positions himself to make love to me, he goes slowly first, I moan. I can feel his groans on my skin. I follow his lead and gasp as he goes a little faster. Tom gives me more love bites on the parts of my body he didn’t give me, I wrap my legs around his waist and then he fucks me.

“Oh god. Tom, go faster.” I moan.

He goes faster. I can feel his cum inside me.

“Tom, I need to cum.” I whimper.

“Then do it baby, no one’s going to stop you.” He whispers in my still fucking me.

I came, I scratched his back that made him groan into my chest.

When we stopped, all you can hear is heavy breathing, I’m going to miss him so much and his fucking me all day, I want him to fuck again but we’re both too tired to do it.

“That felt different Tom.” I said looking down at him.

“It felt good didn’t it?” He smirks.

I just giggle.

“I’m going to miss you Tom.” I said.

“I’m going to miss you too princess.” He says.

“Are you still going by Iceman like you did in flight school?” I ask him making him look at me.

“Mm-hmm, I rather heard that while we were having our fuck session.” He whispers in my ear.

I giggle again. No man has ever made me feel so special in my life.

“When you come back from the Navel Base, I can call you that.” I touch his arm.

“What if we have a baby?”

“Depends on when you’re coming back sweetheart.” I whisper softly in his ear.

“We’ll just have to be quiet or just did what we just did Y/N/N.” He makes me get closer to him.

“What’re going to do with those polaroids?” I look at the amount he has on his nightstand.

“Taking them with me so I can maybe play with myself to them.” He says looking at them as well.

“Tom!” I playfully slap his bicep.

“It’s true.” He smirks.

“I’m going to miss you Iceman.” I say.

“I’m going to miss you too honey.” He says.

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all of u r so cute n sweet. thank you for loving 86 just as much as i do <3

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Out of the 287,773 Supernatural fics on Ao3, just 12,817 fics include Jack Kline (203 of them being tagged toddler jack kline or jack kline is metaphorically a baby) and only 105 include him being shipped with canon characters that aren't winkilne or the reader. And most of the time Jack isn't even the main focus! I'm sorry??? Do with that what you will.