#S. J. Wills

[blogthefiresidechats]

Latest Haul!

Today, my hubby took me to the book store and let me buy some books for my birthday. Some of the books on my list were books I was looking for but others were books I found while I was browsing. So, what do you think of my haul this go around?

[lunaslittlelibrary]

Q&A with S. J. Wills | #BiteRisk Blog Tour

When everyone’s a vicious beast, it’s hard to spot the monsters . . . Sel Archer lives in a normal town with normal residents, except for one night a month . . . When the full moon comes out, almost all of the adults turn into werewolves, and it’s up to the young people to protect themselves from danger. But, as this quiet life begins to unravel, and the Turned start to escape, can Sel and his…

[littlecrittereli]

Have you thought about a situation where CPS has almost taken Chris away? The angst potential for this AU is good

If they were ever close, Chris would have never known about it...

Also shout out to the anon who suggested I call this AU Guardianship AU!! It now has a name YIPPEEEEE

I'm gonna lore dump about it real quick bc I have ideas and if I do not say them I will forget them.

Martin is 9 years older than Chris. Their parents died when Martin was 17 and Chris was 8. Martin got emancipated and was able to take custody of Chris but like all government branches... it's a really long process that basically drags out for Chris' entire childhood. Martin graduates high school early, gets a full-ride scholarship at Duke University while maintaining various jobs and internships. Sounds like a lot? yEAH bro is TIRED. But he's willing to put in the work if it means a better future for his bro.

Of course eventually he becomes apart of the Tortuga crew and things get a lot easier for them both. CPS is still riding his ass about taking Chris with him on these cross-country expeditions but he's been dealing with them for so long at that point it's not as scary.

[wannabe-minion-of-chaos]

I just remembered a friend of mine sent me a file with the entirety of great expectations (the book) in it and now I'm staring at it like it's the world's most elaborate south park fic

[politicaldilfs]

Vermont Governor DILFs

Peter Shumlin, Jim Douglas, Phil Scott, Howard Dean, Deane C. Davis, George Aiken, F. Ray Keyser Jr., Franklin S. Billings, Charles Manley Smith, Richard A. Snelling, Harold J. Arthur, Horace F. Graham, John A. Mead, Joseph B. Johnson, Lee E. Emerson, Thomas P. Salmon, William Henry Wills, Mortimer R. Proctor, Ernest W. Gibson Jr., Robert Stafford, Philip H. Hoff, Allen M. Fletcher

[typinggently]

John Winchester 🤝 John Shelby

producing offspring like bunnies and then dying in the fallout of a conflict they got roped into by and for their family. Oh and a military background. And an absent father. And a dead wife. And a bone deep sorrow for an unlived life.

[fishslappping]

y'all don’t let any immediate family die while you have to deal with it because this shit has been almost 2 years and I'm STILL not done dealing with probate and I have no idea what I'm doing at any point in time

[the-amical-committee]

Hmm. I'm not certain that crafting a full-blown conspiracy theory would be wise, but if necessary perhaps looking into cases of medical malpractice would be sufficient? Many successful conspiracy theories begin historically quite recent events, and as an added bonus, some of them are even confirmed to be true (think COINTELPRO for example).

I think that lies in conspiracy theory circles in particular have a greater than average chance of both forming and doing harm once they begin to spread, so I'd really recommend being careful here.

However, from a broader religious/cultural viewpoint: I agree that the church is a very promising starting point for explaining the phenomenon of the rejection of plurality on essential philosophical grounds. Christianity specifically, from Catholicism on downward, has a lot of motivations for denying multiplicity within a single, eternal soul.

Perhaps the most obvious being personal culpability with regards to admittance to a single afterlife. Demons and outside influences might be permissible within a Christian Heaven/Hell dichotomy, but they're also impossible to prove from the outside, which makes it harder to enforce discipline on people who are struggling to comply with its norms. Additionally, in cases of systems that perceives more than one of the beings inside it as coming from the same internal source—if there is no sense of one enduring "original," especially—then that's even harder! Is a single soul split so its parts can receive their punishment/reward, or would that constitute the destruction of the eternal? Or failing that, could the whole be eternally punished for the actions of the one? Could they, conversely, be saved by a single being's repentance?

The issues of morality and punishment are crucial, but an even more fascinating question to me is that of authority. If I imagine a culture in which people accept that beings beyond their understanding or control may come to share their consciousness, I would expect them to also have (to a point) an understanding that one cannot fully control one's own life or experience, and moreover that one's future is beholden to the society and the community of which one is a part.

Such a culture would likely be able to move more easily beyond questions of culpability, and focus instead on cooperation and compromise as absolutely necessary on both personal and societal levels. Such a culture might even see individuality itself as a convenient illusion, much as some religions already do—and notably as Christianity very much doesn't.

So, to me at least, a conspiracy seems unnecessary to explain why there would be an inherent heuristic for societies and organizations structured in authoritarian ways to reject notions of plurality. It's an answer that is perhaps more hippy-dippy than conspiracy theorists would usually go for, but even so it could be useful, at least as a starting point.

Crafting a Conspiracy of Singlethood

I keep trying to make the erasure of plurality into a compelling conspiracy theory but I'm coming up short on some parts...

For some context, I've been thinking of ways to introduce plurality into conspiracy communities as a sort of trojan horse. When I've said I want to spread plural acceptance everywhere, I do indeed mean everywhere.

I think I can make a compelling case for endogenic plurality always existing. The imaginary friend phenomenon in children is bizarre when you look at it for more than a few minutes. About half of kids just seem to have other people in their heads they interact with, and at least two thirds of those tend to report their imaginary friends behaving in ways that are autonomous.

Due to societal pressure, children end up pushing those friends away before becoming adults.

Surely, it wouldn't be a stretch to convince conspiracy theorists that there had been some sort of mass cover-up. After all, why else would basically every institution ignore the oddities of this phenomenon and pretend it doesn't exist?

But... then that leaves a question of who and why...

For the Who... I'm thinking this can be tied back to the Church. Plurality was literally demonized and so-called imaginary friends were often seen as evil spirits to be gotten rid of. Later on, the psychiatric institutions born from predominantly Christian societies took the view that anyone else in your head simply isn't real and could be a sign of illness...

The one exception was for what they called "multiple personality" because they can't exactly ignore us when we can take over the body. But the Christian demonization of plurality carried over and resulted in all instances of "multiple personality" being seen as mental illness for a good century or so, until recent decades have called that into question with research into non-disordered plurality.

But that still leaves the other question... why?

The easy boring answer is that people fear the unknown. The Church didn't understand plurality, feared what they didn't understand, and tried to eliminate it.

While this answer is probably more true... it's also not compelling.

The idea that current plural stigma is the result of thousands of years of ignorance is boring.

No, if we want to make this conspiracy theory really stick the landing, we need an intentional coverup.

When Plurality Ruled The World...

So this is the part where I need help. I have a theory that plurality, in the form of communication with gods and spirits, would have been pretty common in pagan cultures. And the people who led these cultures would be more likely to be those communing directly with these spirits and gods, and even acting as vessels with them. In other words, the world would have been ran by plurals.

Thus, Christians who were trying to maintain control would have reason to literally demonize all instances of plurality. Establish the myth of one person per body, and that anything else has to be demonic possession.

Thus you have nearly 2000 years of parents being manipulated into believing the natural plurality of their children is a result of possession.

It's a good, compelling story. But so far, it's not much more than that.

I'm not a historian, our knowledge of pagan religions from the past is sparse at best.

I've found an article online discussing what sounds a lot like plurality with the Egyptian pharaohs having the spirits of the the gods within them, guiding them.

But I need more examples of ancient plurality, and preferably from better sources than "Tour Egypt."

If there were enough examples of this in pagan religions, we can frame the erasure and demonization of plurality as an intentional cover-up by those in power to maintain that power and control the population.

That's a good story to tell to conspiracy theorists. It just needs a stronger foundation.

[tearsofcalamity]

(mechanic!reader) cw // blowjob, overstim, robotfucking!! keep in mind I have 0 mechanical knowledge this is just me spitballing

boothill glitches & overheats when he's overstimulated!

it's not super obvious at first, what with going down on him and all, your eyes are kind of downcast as you focus on licking up and down his synthetic cock - the one you'd given him. it feels just as good, better, even, than a regular human's, and you'd made sure to up his sensitivity to touch extra for your little night with him.

his little huffs and pants are quite delicious, trying so hard to fight off the noises that are bubbling in his throat, but he can't help but let off a sharp whine when your tongue drags right beneath his tip, metal hands nearly gouging into the metal examination table beneath him.

"d-darlin', d-did you-" he's just about to figure out your little tinkering with his sense of touch when you wrap your lips around his tip and suck hard, your hand gliding up and down his shaft, aided with the residual slick left behind by your wandering mouth.

"ngh- mmnh! fudge, fudge, fudge!" ah, he curses in his mind that you were so willing to give him all these lovely upgrades, but you weren't quite as eager to fix the 'hilarious' problem with his synesthesia beacon.

he gets as close to cumming as a cyborg can, no liquid spurting from the tip but the heat from his metal body and the way his face tenses, then relaxes, making it all too clear he's reached his climax.

but you don't stop.

"h-hey, sugar? I j-just- oh, god, mmmh-" he can barely get the words out as you go in again, just as enthusiastic, if not even more so than before.

your tongue sliding back over his cock was absolute heaven, but also - man, was it also torture. he was already nearly at the edge again, his fingers actually making divots in the metal of the table this time. if boothill could swear, the words would be pouring out of his lips, but he settles on biting down on his lip instead, drawing some of that blue blood he's now been built with.

"h-honey? s-sugar, fudge, ahh, ahhh! I ca-ca-can't-!"

you look up at that, noticing the way he's stuttering, stammering more than usual even when he's overwhelmed. his lip is twitching, almost as if he's going to cry, but then you see his arm spasm unusually, jerking to the side when you get in one last little kitten lick on his aching cock.

he came again.

his face was utterly debauched, and he stared you down with a look of utter shock, his jaw twitching a bit as he tried to think of the words to say. you reach up to cup his cheek, your other hand landing on his abdomen, which results in you quickly pulling away with a sharp hiss.

he was burning up!

"darlin', I'm so-so-so-so-" he jittered out, the voicebox in his throat malfunctioning from the heat. he reaches a working hand up to grasp his throat, his lips moving but the sound not quite working in sync with them.

you paused, watching the way he glitched about, and then began to laugh. boothill shot you a betrayed look, but you just sighed with a smile and grabbed your tools, pulling over your swivel chair.

"okay, this'll be a lesson learned for upping your sensitivity next time."

"I k-k-k-knew it!"

"yes, yes. can't have your wires frying every time we fuck, love."

[xbinksc]

nsfw smut detailed alphabet with nicholas chavez plsssss

Ahhhhhh I’m so happy someone asked for this😵‍💫

LETS GAURRRRRR

Not proofread and very rushed do not come for me

Warning nsfw duhh

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

It takes him a second to get back into his body (if that even makes sense) but that doesn’t last long cause as soon as he regroupes himself he’s making sure you have what u need to be comfortable and of course the pillow talk is his fav! He does what he can to show how much he adores and appreciates you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

This man has worked hard for his body so naturally he’s proud of every part of himself but if he had to pick one it would probably be his thighs (and how u look riding them Oop-). Nicholas is an ass man at heart but is obsessed with your collarbones and your lips.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He’s messy af😫 when he’s not finishing inside you (with ur consent duh) he’s finishing on your face,your mouth,your stomach, your thighs or your chest.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he’s so obsessed with you that he can’t get off unless it’s to a video of you or has something of yours somewhere near him you laugh about it but you secretly love that you have that kinda hold on him😈

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

It’s no secret that before he met you he was getting around so he’s definitely experienced and knows what he’s doing but he’s also learned a lot from you considering he doesn’t see you as another one of his flings so it’s different for him.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy is y’all’s go to for sure he loves the view and grabbing u by the neck while slowly bringing u close to his chest😵‍💫 nac does appreciate a little missionary or cowgirl moment tho.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

There are times he’ll throw in a few jokes mid fk but he’s quite concentrated making sure u feel good for the most part.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Very well groomed but he’s not very hairy in general

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

No matter what mood he’s in sex between you both is very intimate Eye contact, soft whispers, moaning in each others ears and hands linked together.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he doesn’t jack off as often since you guys started dating but when he does it’s nothing out of the ordinary just a quick spank sesh lmao

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Off the top of my head edging,doing it in public, ice play,slightly masochistic

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

literally everywhere. He just loves the idea that he can pick u up and bend u over anywhere and anytime (with consent😋)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Doesn’t take much for him ur mere presence turns him on but if he was to describe a scenario it would most probably be seeing you do really “wifey”shit like something as simple as u sweeping the floor lmao

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

do not ask this man for a threesome🥲

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

A GIVER THROUGH AND THROUGH AND HE IS GOOD a little too good the view of you throwing your head back at the feeling of his tongue is equal to a Picasso art piece in his mind.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Usually starts off pretty slow but progressively gets faster and rougher

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies all day everyday🙂 jk but I’d say due to both of your busy schedules quickies are quite often between the two of you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s willing to experiment but more vanilla leaning typa stuff nothing too hard core

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

2-3 rounds max but it’s rare y’all hit the 3rd round cause he lasts long and as I said takes it slow in the beginning so 1 round can last like a little over an hour

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He’s willing to an extent but y’all never tried them nor made it a priority. You’re bodies are enough for eachother.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he absolutely loves to see u squirm under his control😵‍💫🫠he’s the biggest tease

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not very loud he’s more of a moan n groan in your ear type of guy

W = Wild card (a random headcanon)

One time y’all came home from a red carpet event drunk and h0rny as hell so the second u hit the door step y’all got to it removing your clothes piece by piece while making out making your way up the stairs and unbeknownst to you his tie that he removed fell right under ur foot and you slipped and hit ur head leaving u with an open gash on your forehead so y’all had to make your way to the emergency room but fortunately you were fine just a couple stitches although having to explain to the doctors the situation was verrrry awkward and to this day Nicholas refuses to not carry you up the steps.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

A good 8.5-9 inches and not very thick

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It depends how many projects,interviews,etc he’s juggling. Naturally he has a high sex drive but he’s able to suppress it for the most part if needed.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’s hype immediately after so during that time he’s usually taking care of you and getting glasses of water and the whole schtick but very often once he’s back in bed laying down it’s as if someone tranquilized him he just knocks tf out once the adrenaline is gone

[bi-writes]

the knock at his door is a ferocious one. it rattles the hinges, shakes the doorway. it is not a kind knock. it is the knock of anger, of impending terror, of death at his door, but he knows that if he doesn't answer, he will be even more sorry. (ghoap x curvy!fem!reader, 18+, smidge of dark)

johnny isn't happy. he yanks the door open, glaring, knowing who is on the other side. his superior, his lieutenant, the fucking tart that started this whole thing in the first place, the bastard that stands a few inches too tall, is that what she sees in him, too tall, is that much bigger than me, the fucking--

"dinnae want t'talk to ye, ye fuckin'--"

"'f y'know wot's fuckin' good f'ya, you'll shut y'r fuckin' mouth," ghost snaps. his accent is thick and gravelly. he moves over the threshold, pushing johnny back, his eyes dulling over as he presses an accusing finger against johnny's chest. "y'r gonna pick up the bloody phone, 'n y'r gonna call 'er."

"she's a right--"

ghost hisses, a heady growl coming out roughly as he grips johnny around the throat and slams him against the nearest wall. the entirety of it shakes, and the pictures there nearly fall, and johnny chokes as he tries to scramble, but ghost is too strong, too rough, too overpowering. there is something behind his movements, some purpose, and it makes something acidic bubble in johnny's throat.

"don't you fuckin' dare finish that sentence," ghost snarls. "don't care wot it is y'think y'feel, do y'really wanna have tha' on your conscious, y'fuckin' bastard, yeah? want her t'know tha' is the last thing y'called her?"

johnny sputters. he's gasping for air, but it's hard, and his eyes water. even though johnny hates him, even though he loathes the man he used to admire, he knows ghost is right. his lip trembles. it wouldn't be right to say it, it wouldn't be right to call you anything other than what you are, and that is beautiful, bonnie, the stars in the sky and the water in the soil and the dream he always has but cannot remember but one he knows is all he wants and more.

"ye took 'er from me," johnny gasps. "took her from me, and she's all i've ever wanted..."

"took nothin' from ya. now call 'er," ghost growls. "pick up the phone, and y'call her. she's hysterical. 'n i won't 'av it."

"ye won't 'av it? fuck off with ye!"

ghost tilts his head to the side, using his forearm now and pinning johnny to the wall. they meet eyes, and even though johnny pulls a brave face, he is staring at a man who clawed his way out of his grave. a man that endured days of torture and inexplicable horror, that knew the taste of his own blood from another's. johnny is strong-willed, but this is a battle he will not win.

"won't tell ya again," ghost mutters. "i mean tha'."

johnny's tired. he loathes. he hates. he feels sick. he wants to claw and kill and blow something up, but then ghost is letting him go, he's taking in full breaths, and there's a voice in his ear suddenly, an unfamiliar sound of a beautiful voice that he knows. she's crying.

"johnny? j-johnny, i-is that you?"

"mmmph," he coughs. "mmm..."

even riddled with sadness, you sound as pretty as always.

"johnny, i'm sorry," you whimper. he can picture your face, probably a gorgeous pout, tears gathering along your cheeks that normally are from the brunt of his cock, but now they're the proper response from your panic. "johnny, i'm...i'm so sorry--"

"'s..." he hums. "'s a'right, lovey. shhh. quiet."

"johnny, please--please come home, i-i...i can't stand this, i don't want to...i-i--"

"told ye to quiet," he murmurs. "quiet."

and you do, but he knows there's tears, he knows you're probably still there on the other side, your cries muffled into your hand. you probably still look so beautiful, probably sitting there in one of his jackets and nothing else, perched on the bed he shares with you and looking like an entire meal.

"ye lied to me, bonnie," johnny tuts, and ghost steps closer, into his space. watch it, his eyes say, and johnny glares. "why did ye lie?"

you whine, "i didn't know what to say...i...i just thought--"

"ye thought what?" johnny prods. "ye thought i would nae find out about it all? what did ye think, what the bloody fuckin' hell did ye--"

ghost walks forward, enough that johnny is pressed flat against the wall. ghost leans down, tilting his head, close enough that he feels the warmth of johnny's breath as they stare down each other.

"say y'love 'er, johnny," ghost mumbles in his ear. he comes closer, one thick thigh fitting between johnny's legs. "say it."

johnny swallows. "i love ye, bonnie."

a quiet whine, and then your soft voice, "i-i love you so much, johnny--"

"say y'want her, johnny," ghost encourages him, in that low voice that is starting to make johnny's head a little lighter.

"i miss ye," johnny whispers. "sorry for not having me head on right, love..." he hisses when ghost pinches him. "ahh--i want ye. want yer bonnie face...yer bonnie cunt...got to know it. got to know how much i want ye."

ghost shuts his eyes when he hears your breaths. desperate, a little emotional, that beautiful lilt that drew him in the first time.

"tell 'er ye want to eat 'er, johnny," ghost hums. "tell 'er she tastes like sweets." ghost comes closer, his pelvis against johnny's, and there is no space between them. johnny's blue eyes are bright, pupils dilated, and when ghost opens his eyes, they stare at each other, some kind of understanding that they have never had before.

they've been to the same place. they've seen the same eden. the love of the same woman, the taste of the same forbidden fruit, the kind of thing that men like them dream of having but give up for the sake of their sanity--

"want to eat ye, love..." johnny sighs, and his eyes flutter when ghost reaches up and smooths a gloved hand along his throat. his adam's apple bobs, he is so alive, and ghost tuts lowly as he speaks. "taste so good...think about it all the time...about getting under yer skirt," he sighs deeply when ghost's hand moves lower, against his chest, "cum so nice, bonnie, when ye sit on m'face..."

"j-johnny--" ghost grits his teeth when he hears you. pretty baby girl, probably squeezing your thick thighs together, maybe leaning over to show off your soft hips to no one in particular, tits pressed together because your hand is drifting low and circling against you because he knows you probably aren't wearing any fucking knickers, "anything for you, baby...you know i would, you know i'd do anything..."

"i know, my pretty," johnny coos. "will ye wait for me? will ye wait before ye get ahead of yerself, love? ye will, yer a good girl..."

"y-yes--" you whine. "y-yes, i'll wait for you...please come back...please--"

"should i bring back yer keeper?" johnny asks. blue eyes on dark ones, the look of a thousand words, the look of newness, of acceptance, of the power of two being so much greater than one.

two gloved fingers make their way down his throat. petting johnny's pink tongue, stuffing him full, reminding him of his place, where he truly is, where he belongs and where he is always meant to be. he relaxes his throat, and ghost snarls, satisfied, when johnny takes the girth of it easily. he touches the back of johnny's throat, and ghost's eyes flash when he hears your sweet voice on the other end.

"simon...i know you're there. be nice. or we won't get to play."

[tarotwithdanise]

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PILE ONE

you're gonna win this person's heart by bringing your authentic self. you need to stay true about yourself, you don't need to change and let yourself show what you can serve on this person's table. honor yourself, feel yourself. show to this person that you intend to win their heart by letting your body sync with your thoughts and your deeds. let this selfless nature attract this person perhaps there are things that we tend to don't like about our personalities but then we can improve our characteristics right? and it sounds miserable when you are trying to be someone else you're actually not. this is someone that may not prefer playing mind games so they prefer someone who has a genuine intention and interest to them.

extra messages: jacket, yellow car, headphones, blue, 333, spiderman, asian, hair clamp, angel with a shotgun by the cab, 14, 02 , L and S,

PILE TWO

this person likes someone who has great humor. they want someone who can make them laugh in a way that they may be able to forget on how to breathe or the thing that their stomach hurts because of too much laughing. It's not that they don't like serious people but they have this motto "to live a life, you need to have fun and laugh". they prefer a long-term relationship with someone who doesn't bore them and a lot of fun and crazy things to do. they may want people to be perceive with their partner as nuts couple.

extra messages: a laugh that is like an old engine, 3 piercings, pearls, crazy, stupid, love (movie), this heart emoji "❣️" , 28, black crossbody bag, rainy days, bus station, pisces, taurus, aries, M, O, Y, T, and J.

PILE THREE,

make them feel heard and important. this person is not honestly looking for any good looking faces but they just genuinely wanted to feel like they belong. shows empathy and give validation about what they feel, they just want someone who is there for their long rants and actively listen in life that it can give upon them. it maybe because this person grew up in a household where their opinions and feelings are not valid. they are also someone who wanted to be seen.

extra messages: a box, hotdog, black dress, a park, a dump/secret account, 91919, G, I, U, C and D.

PILE FOUR

what a very mysterious energy from this person, they don't usually don't care about if someone else is trying to ruin them in terms of relationships. they are not looking for that a long time ago perhaps they may have this cold heart. otherwise, this person may come off as famous or kinda popular as i guess and they may prefer someone who doesn't care at them at all. also i get here that they may want someone who respect them as individual and as a partner, they maybe a serious person.

extra messages: infinity necklace, spiders, birds, a star, an anchor, a beach, a cute laugh, asia, france, 777, M, I, K, R, E and W.

[recklessmatt]

nsfw alphabet - c.s ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

i feel like chris would be really sweet and make sure you’re comfortable and would probably have a basket of snacks hidden in his closet ready to bust it out for moments like these

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

on the lowkey, he kinda loves his arms. he loves when you grab onto them when you guys are FUCKING and he notices your eyes tend to linger a little longer when his veins pop out

the man LOVES your ass, he’s taking every opportunity to smack it, grope it, bite it, and he loves when you sit on his lap sigh.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

chris loves cumming inside of you, just seeing it leak out of you makes him go feral. but if he’s hitting it from behind, he’ll cum on your ass, i mean, he is an ass man. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he lowkey lovesss when you use a vibrator on him. it makes him more sensitive and when he finishes it feels soooo good for him.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he definitely has had at least 1 body, maybe even 2. he’s not an expert in sex but he does know enough to get you going. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

doggy. no further explanation. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

i’d like to think he’s more serious when it comes down to it, but afterwards he’s back to being his goofy self like with a flip of a switch

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he likes to keep it well trimmed but not bald bc he just feels too exposed

he also does NOT GIVE A FUCK about what you do, i mean if the jungle has to be explored then it has to be explored yfm

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

chris is a really sweet guy but he loves to praise and degrade you lowkey saying some shit like “you’re such a pretty whore for my cock baby” AHHHHHH

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

chris jacks off regularly, but it’s just because it’s grown into a habit for him and when does jack off it’s because you tease him by sending risky pics and dirty text him. he loves going through all the videos and pics in his hidden folder

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

chris loves marking and having you bite him, whenever he feels your teeth grazing on him he goes harder on you, it literally sends him into overdrive

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

chris has a lot of favorite places but the shower really gets him because it’s all steamy and hot and your naked wet bodies just rubbing all up on each other plus it’s easy to clean up.  

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

you. anything you do turns him on, even when you’re not trying to. but secretly when you’re wearing a miniskirt it does the trick

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

he would never do pegging

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

chris LOVES receiving, he loves watching you take him whole, gagging on him, he loves to cum all over you and fuck your face, it boosts his ego

but when chris is giving you know damn well he’s tongue fucking you or sucking your clit while he fingers you, he’s very skilled with his mouth.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

depends on the night but fast and rough is chris’ favorite way to get you off but he will go slow and deep to tease you

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

chris loves quickies, anywhere, anytime, you just gotta give him a certain look and he’s like alright yup. OR if you’re just lookin extra good, he’s already dragging you to a secluded area

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

bye this man loves risky things, he’s very experimental and is willing to do whatever you’d like to do (within reason ofc)

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

i feel like chris can go for a long time bc he’s ju​st so horny, but i also feel like he’d tap out at 2.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

i wouldn’t be surprised if he owns a pocket pussy

like i said, if you got a vibrator, he loves when you use it on him and he would most definitely use it on you. but chris gets jealous of your dildos because why would you use it when he’s right there?.?.? like hellooooo

i also think he would love to use those vibrators that he can control through his phone so he can see you squirm to hold it in together in public

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

okay so chris LOVES to tease you, he just loves running his hands all over your body and avoiding the place where you really need, but if you do it back to him he’s just a whining mess. you’re gonna need to put him in handcuffs to restrain him. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

chris does yap im not gonna lie, but it is a lot of dirty talk. lots of groans and dirty talks. if you are taking control though he will let out a couple whines and whimpers. HE WOULD MOST DEFINITELY SAY SOME SHIT LIKE “yeah baby?” “you’re doing so good for me” “damn ma you're so tight”

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

DEALER!CHRIS

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

oh bro is big, im like 90% sure. i feel like he’s a good size to stretch you out and fill you up perfectly tho.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

honestly, chris has so much horniness built in him, he’s just always down to fuck. you could literally be at someone’s wedding and the moment you give him the eyes, he’s telling you to meet him in the bathroom.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

bro will knock out so quick. i mean of course he’s gonna ask you if you need anything and take care of you, but after he’s out that shower, bro is schlumped, good luck waking him up babes

MATT VERSION

author's note: hiii i made this quick lil headcanon(?) if that's what you call it but i haven't written anything for chris yet so here's something small while i work on an actual chris fic enjoy sexies mwah <3

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[littlesunshine1223]

Tyler Owens NSFW Alphabet

Pairing: Tyler Owens X Reader

A = Aftercare (what he’s like after sex)

He’ll be as gentle as he can with you

Cleaning you off, praising you, giving you kisses, getting you fresh clothes, snacks, and anything else you want

He makes sure you’re safe and comfortable before he worries about himself

B = Body part (your favorite body part of his and his favorite body part of yours)

What isn’t there to love about this man

He loves every part of you but overall he loves your neck and collarbones mainly because he loves leaving hickeys and kisses there

C = Cum (basically anything to do with cum)

He’ll ask before hand if you want his load in or out

He’ll happily do either

D = Dominant (how dominant he is)

It depends on his mood

Usually he preferred to be on top of you and in charge but sometimes when he’s tired and worn down from chasing storms but he’s still in the mood then he’ll let you take charge

E = Experience (does he know what he’s doing, his skills)

He knows what he’s doing but not in the “I’ve had 900 one night stands” kind of way

He just knows what to do in the moment to make both of you comfortable

F = Favorite position (Self-explanatory)

He is willing to do any position with you but if he had to pick he’d pick either missionary or doggystyle

G = Goofy (Is he more serious or goofy during the moment)

He might crack a couple of jokes during aftercare like, “My darlin’s all stuffed up” or “hope the stuffing wasn’t too much for you sweetheart”

Or if he pulled out and gave you a back-shot then he’ll call you his “work of art”

Other than that he can be serious in the moment

H = Hair (Hair pulling)

He loves when you tug his hair while he’s trapped between your thighs and drunk on your juices

I = Intimacy (how he is during the moment, romantically)

He can be very romantic if the two of you have all the time in the world before the next storm or the rest of his team is busy

He’s the type to sprinkle rose petals on the floor leading to the bedroom where he’s already on the bed waiting on you

J = Jealousy (Is he the jealous type)

He’s not really the jealous type

But on occasions where you’re being massively hit on and the person isn’t taking the hint to stop and leave you alone then he’ll start to get overprotective

Since you’re dating him you’ve been on the groups videos and he might get a little jealous when someone makes a suggestive comment about you

K = Kinks (One or more of his kinks)

He secretly loves when you overstimulate him just because you can’t get enough

L = Location (his favorite place to get intimate with you)

His two favorite places are:

The backseat or the bed of his truck if no one’s around

And the bedroom

M = Motivation (what gets him going)

You wearing his clothes or wearing revealing clothes are the two main things that get him going

He can’t help but admire your body while you’re bent over to get something from the kitchen cabinets

N = NO (something he will never do during the moment)

He will never do anything to hurt you or gross you out in anyway, shape, or form

O = Oral (does he prefer giving or receiving)

He loves to both give and receive

He’s skilled with his tongue when giving but can’t keep his noises under control when receiving because your mouth feels too good

P = Pace (is he fast and rough or is he slow and gentle with you)

It depends on how pent up he is

Q = Quickie (his thoughts on quickies)

He doesn’t mind them but he does prefer to take his time with you

R = Risk (does he take risks with you)

It all depends on the situation

If he’s really pent up and no one’s around his truck then yes he’ll risk it for the biscuit

If he knows Boone or one of the others will be coming back soon while filming then no he’s not going to risk it

S = Secret (a dirty secret of his)

He secretly wants you to ride him for hours until he goes completely numb from his hips down and his mind is only full of thoughts of you

T = Top, switch, or bottom (self-explanatory)

He prefers to be in charge but if you want to be in charge then he’ll submit to you for a little while but do expect for him to try to take charge again

U = Ummm… (I don’t know what to put here so random headcanon time)

He loves to leave hickeys all over you and isn’t opposed if you do the same to him

V = Volume (how loud he is during the moment)

He loves holding your hips and throwing his head back to moan whenever you’re riding him

When he’s in the process of pounding you into the mattress or the backseat of his truck then he’ll let out deep moans and grunts but if he’s close then small whimpers will start to work their way in

W = Wildcard (Random headcanon)

He loves when you praise him and take his hat while the two of you are just starting to get intimate

X = X-Ray (what he’s packing in those pants)

He knows how to use every inch of what he’s got

He’s a little over average size down there with a decent amount of girth

Y = Yearning (how high is his sex drive)

Sorta high sex drive

He can’t help it when it comes to you and your teasing

Z = ZZZ (how quickly he falls asleep after)

He waits until after you’re both cleaned up and you’re already sound asleep in his arms before he lets himself fall asleep

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Jade Leech: J is for...

J word—

Twst devs: How can we fuck’m up real good

Intern-kun: J word bird’s eye view cleavage shot

xhjsvwiwkw Jokes aside! I love how much care he takes in maintaining his appearance, right down to ironing in the morning and purposefully styling the black strand into the “J” shape 😂 Whatever it takes to look like a gentleman, right… And he’s meticulous about his SPF just like me, frfr🧴💕

Rise and Shine!

Jade’s hands, you decided, were made for delicate efforts.

You had watched those hands a number of times, performing like skilled trapeze artists in a circus. Serving food and drink at the Mostro Lounge, rinsing the grime off of foraged mushrooms, drawing decisive graphite strokes upon a page. The terrariums sitting upon his shelf were the result of his handiwork—minuscule biomes, carefully constructed with a magnifying glass and tweezers.

Now he handled his hair with the same deadly precision. Fingers on the end of his singular black strand to keep it in place, he ran a hair straightener along the length. When the tool pulled away, the strand bounced back into a slight curl.

A perfect J to hug his handsome face. J for Jade, as he often said.

You had observed the times when a J hadn’t been the result. Too little, and the strand was an I. Too much, and the strand rebelled into a S.

“You’re so detail-oriented,” you commented from your place by the doorframe.

The response, a quiet, almost musical, chuckle. It seemed to echo off the cavernous walls of the Octavinelle washroom, bathed by sunlight-infused waters.

“It is important to maintain one’s appearance.”

“To make a good first impression?”

You knew why.

To lure his victims into a false sense of security. A neat suit, a disarming smile, and anyone would be willing to part with the treasures Jade fished for. Information, valuable information.

“That is part of it.” He didn’t look directly at you, but instead met your eyes in the reflection of his vanity mirror. “One can also glean a great amount of information from observing how another presents themselves. For example…

“You must have had a small baked good for breakfast on your way to Octavinelle this morning. A muffin, a croissant—something of that sort, yes.”

“H-How did you…?!”

His eyes trailed to your necktie, done up just the way you liked it. “… There are crumbs there.“

Your hands flew to your chest, hurriedly dusting yourself off. Jade’s small, pointed teeth showed from behind his mouth.

Amused.

“When I first came to land, I thought it strange that humans dressed differently depending on the occasion. You dress formally for strangers—work, interviews—but dress casually for your loved ones—friends, family. But I see now… It sends a message to the world about who you are and what your place in it in that moment in time is.

“Our school uniforms signify that we are students. Pajamas mean that someone is about ready to sleep or to prepare themselves for the day. A tidy appearance implies a tidy mind, and a slovenly appearance, a slovenly one.”

“Your mind scares me sometimes,” you joked. “I feel like it’s full of sharp things that could kill me”.

“Oya, is that because you are complimenting how sharp my attire is?” Jade pinched the lapels of his pajama top. “… Though I’m afraid this can hardly be called sharp.”

"You will be once you've changed." You glanced away, indicating that he should.

“Very well. Then, please excuse me."

There was the ruffle of satin coming off, the flap of fabric as it was folded and tucked away. More rustling as a new set of clothes fell over his body. The same old vest, blazer, and slacks.

"... You may look," he called softly.

You did.

And there he was, Jade Leech in his school uniform. It was perfectly tailored to fit him, dyed a simple and sleek black. His earring was in place as well, three diamond-shaped scales dangling from his left side.

A regular sight, yet it made your heart sigh all the same.

"Clothes really do make the man," you murmured, a finger at your lip.

"Fufufu. I will happily accept your praise." Jade drew himself beside you. His shadow stretched, a suit in of itself folding over you. An open hand, held out. "Shall we be on our way?"

"Yes, let’s.” You shyly slipped your hand into his, and it fit like a glove.

The black strand—coiled into a J—leapt with your shared first step.

Too little or too much. His words, running both hot and cold. But this felt…

You searched for a J word, like the shape of that stripe.

J for… Just right.

[estapa-edwards]

TEAM SWEETHEART - J. HUGHES

paring: Jack Hughes x fem! reader

word count: 2.7k

requested? yes - jack being in love with an absolute sweetheart and she’s part of the devils team, he introduces her to his family and they can tell how much jack is head over heals in love with her, and she also has a great relationship with luke

warnings: use of y/n.

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As Y/N stepped into the locker room, her presence commanded attention. Her smile was radiant, her eyes filled with warmth and excitement. Jack felt a jolt of electricity shoot through him as he watched her, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of her.

"Hey everyone, this is Y/N," the team's manager announced, gesturing towards her. "She'll be joining us as our new social media manager."

The room erupted into cheers and applause, welcoming Y/N with open arms. But for Jack, it felt like time had slowed down, his gaze locked on her as if drawn by an invisible force.

Y/N's eyes met Jack's, and for a moment, the world around them faded away. In that instant, Jack felt a connection unlike anything he had ever experienced before. It was as if he had known Y/N his entire life, as if their souls were somehow intertwined, destined to find each other in this moment.

As the team continued to welcome Y/N, Jack couldn't shake the feeling of warmth spreading through him. He wanted nothing more than to get to know her, to learn every little detail about the person who had captured his heart with just a smile.

Throughout the rest of the day, Jack found himself stealing glances at Y/N whenever he could, his heart racing with anticipation. And as they interacted more and more, Jack knew without a doubt that Y/N was someone special – someone he couldn't imagine his life without.

The locker room was buzzing with excitement as Y/N set up her phone to film the latest TikTok for the New Jersey Devils' social media account. Jack Hughes sat in his locker, lacing up his skates, trying to focus on the game ahead, but his attention kept drifting to Y/N.

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Y/N moved around the room with ease, her energy infectious as she interacted with the players, her phone poised to capture every moment. Despite his nerves about being on camera, Jack couldn't help but admire her passion for her work.

"Hey, Jack, want to be in this TikTok?" Y/N called out, flashing him a playful grin.

Jack's heart skipped a beat at the invitation. He wasn't usually a fan of being filmed, but if it meant getting Y/N's attention, he was willing to make an exception.

"Sure, why not?" Jack replied with a nervous chuckle, standing up from his locker and joining Y/N in front of the camera.

As Y/N began recording, she turned to Jack with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Alright, Jack, when's the last time you called your parents for something?"

Jack's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he racked his brain for an answer. He wasn't used to being put on the spot like this, especially in front of his teammates.

"Uh, I think it was last week," Jack said, his voice slightly shaky with nerves. "I called my mom to ask for her chicken soup recipe."

Y/N laughed, the sound music to Jack's ears. "Classic mom move. Thanks, Jack!"

As Y/N moved on to the next player, Jack couldn't help but feel a sense of pride swell within him. Despite his initial discomfort with being on camera, he was grateful for the opportunity to make Y/N smile, even if it meant stepping out of his comfort zone.

Throughout the rest of the day, Jack found himself eagerly anticipating the next TikTok shoot, eager to spend more time with Y/N and show her just how much he was willing to do for her attention.

Jack couldn't help but steal glances at Y/N as she bustled around, her infectious smile brightening the room. From the moment he first met her, he was captivated by her warmth, her kindness, and her unwavering passion for the team. She was more than just a colleague to him; she was his everything.

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As the game drew nearer, Jack found himself growing more nervous, not about the match, but about introducing Y/N to his family. He wanted them to see what he saw – an incredible woman who had stolen his heart. Taking a deep breath, he approached Y/N who was busy checking her phone for the latest fan tweets.

"Hey, Y/N," Jack said, his voice slightly shaky with nerves.

Y/N looked up, her eyes lighting up at the sight of him. "Hey, Jack! Ready for the game tonight?"

Jack nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, but there's something else I wanted to talk to you about."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, curious. "What's up?"

Jack took a moment to gather his thoughts before speaking. "I was thinking... after the game, would you want to meet my parents? They are  in town, and I'd love for them to meet you."

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "Really? You want me to meet your family?"

Jack nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. "Yeah, I want them to see how amazing you are. What do you say?"

Y/N's smile grew wider, and she nodded enthusiastically. "I'd love to, Jack. Thank you for inviting me."

Jack felt a wave of relief wash over him, knowing that Y/N had accepted his invitation. As they went about their respective duties leading up to the game, Jack couldn't shake the feeling of anticipation building inside him. He couldn't wait for his family to meet the woman who had stolen his heart.

After the game ended in a thrilling victory for the Devils, Jack wasted no time in leading Y/N to where his family was waiting outside the arena. As they approached, Jack's heart pounded in his chest, nervousness mixing with excitement.

"Mom, Dad, this is Y/N," Jack said, his voice filled with pride as he introduced Y/N to his parents.

Y/N greeted them with a warm smile, her eyes sparkling with kindness. "It's so nice to finally meet you both. Jack has told me so much about you."

Jack's parents exchanged a knowing glance, a smile tugging at their lips. They could see just how much Jack was head over heels in love with Y/N, and they couldn't be happier for him.

"It's wonderful to meet you too, Y/N," Jack's mom said, pulling her into a hug. "We've heard a lot about you too."

As they chatted and laughed together, Jack couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him. Seeing Y/N getting along so well with his family only reaffirmed his feelings for her.

As they continued to chat, Jack's dad couldn't help but tease Jack a little. "So, Jack, when were you planning on introducing us to this lovely lady? We were starting to think you were keeping her all to yourself."

Jack laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head. "I wanted to make sure it was the right time, Dad. But I'm glad you finally get to meet her."

Y/N chuckled at the exchange, feeling instantly at ease with Jack's family. "Well, I'm just grateful Jack invited me. I've been looking forward to meeting you both."

Jack's mom smiled warmly at Y/N. "We're glad you're here, dear. Jack hasn't stopped talking about you since the day he met you."

Jack's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but he couldn't hide the smile that spread across his face. "I can't help it. Y/N is pretty amazing."

The conversation flowed effortlessly as they walked to Jack's family's car, Jack's younger brother Luke joining in with his usual enthusiasm. Luke immediately took a liking to Y/N, chatting animatedly with her about the latest hockey game and sharing stories from his own experiences with the team.

As they reached the car, Jack's mom turned to Y/N with a twinkle in her eye. "Y/N, would you like to join us for dinner tonight? We'd love to get to know you better."

Y/N's eyes lit up with excitement, and she glanced at Jack for confirmation. He nodded eagerly, his heart swelling with happiness at the prospect of spending more time with Y/N and his family.

"I would love to," Y/N said with a bright smile. "Thank you so much for the invitation."

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The dinner scene unfolded with a comforting ambiance of familial warmth, as the aroma of delicious home-cooked meals filled the air and laughter resonated throughout the room. Jack's family had gone above and beyond to make Y/N feel welcomed, and as they all sat around the table, it was evident that this evening would leave a lasting impression on everyone present.

As the meal progressed, Jack's mom, with her nurturing demeanor, couldn't resist peppering Y/N with questions, eager to learn more about the woman who had captured her son's heart. "Y/N, dear, you must tell us more about yourself. Jack has told us so much, but we want to hear it from you."

Y/N, her cheeks flushed with warmth at the attention, smiled gratefully. "Well, there's not much to tell, really. I grew up in a small town not too far from here, and ever since I can remember, I've had a passion for hockey. It's been a dream come true to work with the Devils."

Jack's dad, a beacon of support and wisdom, nodded approvingly. "That's wonderful to hear, Y/N. We can tell how much you love what you do."

The conversation flowed effortlessly, with Jack's family sharing stories of their own and Y/N reciprocating with tales from her childhood and her experiences with the team. With each passing moment, the bond between Y/N and Jack's family grew stronger, the shared laughter and camaraderie weaving them together like threads in a tapestry.

As the evening drew to a close and the remnants of the meal were cleared away, Jack's mom turned to Y/N with a smile that radiated warmth. "Y/N, we're so grateful to have you here tonight. You've brought so much joy into our home, and we can't wait to spend more time with you in the future."

Y/N's heart swelled with gratitude, feeling truly embraced by Jack's family. "Thank you so much for having me. I've had a wonderful time tonight."

Jack found himself walking Y/N to the door, a mischievous glint in his eyes as they exchanged playful banter under the soft glow of the porch light.

"So, did you have fun tonight?" Jack inquired, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he stole a sideways glance at Y/N.

Y/N's smile was radiant, her eyes reflecting the warmth of the evening. "Of course I did. Your family is amazing, Jack. I feel so lucky to have met them."

Jack's heart swelled with affection at her words, his gaze lingering on her as they approached the front door. "Well, they're pretty fond of you too, you know. I think my mom might like you more than she likes me."

Y/N laughed, a melodious sound that sent a shiver down Jack's spine. "I highly doubt that, but I appreciate the sentiment."

With a surge of boldness, Jack closed the remaining distance between them, his lips capturing hers in a tender kiss. The world seemed to fade away as they shared the moment, the gentle rhythm of their hearts beating in sync.

Little did they know, Luke had been watching from the hallway, a knowing smile spreading across his face. He had always suspected there was a spark between his brother and Y/N, and seeing them together only confirmed his suspicions.

As Jack and Y/N reluctantly pulled away, their cheeks flushed with a mixture of excitement and bashfulness, Luke couldn't resist teasing them. "Well, well, well, looks like someone finally worked up the courage to make a move."

Jack's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he shot Luke a playful glare. "Mind your own business, Luke."

Y/N giggled, feeling a newfound sense of camaraderie with Jack's younger brother. "Don't worry, Jack. I think it's sweet."

With a final goodbye and promises to see each other again soon, Y/N stepped out into the night, leaving Jack standing in the doorway with a smile on his face and a warmth in his heart that he knew would linger long after she was gone.

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As they sat in the meeting, Jack and Y/N couldn't deny the magnetic pull between them, their gazes constantly gravitating towards each other despite the discussions happening around them. It was as if the air crackled with unspoken words and unfulfilled desires, heightening the tension between them to almost unbearable levels.

Jack found himself mesmerized by Y/N's every movement, from the way her hair fell in gentle waves around her face to the way her lips curved into a subtle smile. He longed to reach out and brush his fingers against hers, to feel the warmth of her touch and lose himself in the depths of her eyes.

Meanwhile, Y/N's heart raced with each stolen glance at Jack, her cheeks flushing with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. She couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to finally give in to the undeniable attraction between them, to explore the depths of their connection without any inhibitions holding them back.

As the meeting dragged on, the tension between Jack and Y/N only seemed to intensify, reaching a crescendo that left them both breathless. Every accidental touch sent shivers down their spines, igniting a fire within them that threatened to consume them whole.

Finally, as the meeting came to an end and the rest of the team began to file out of the room, Jack and Y/N shared a lingering look filled with silent promises and unspoken desires. It was a moment that spoke volumes, a silent agreement to explore the depths of their connection and embrace the undeniable chemistry between them.

And as they stepped out of the meeting room and into the bustling office, the rest of the team couldn't help but notice the subtle shift in the dynamic between Jack and Y/N. They exchanged knowing looks and playful nudges, silently rooting for them to finally acknowledge the feelings that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long.

For Jack and Y/N, the tension between them was undeniable, a palpable electricity that coursed through their veins and bound them together in a way that neither of them could resist. 

The air in the locker room was charged with excitement as the team prepared for another game. Amidst the hustle and bustle, Jack stole a moment alone with Y/N, his heart pounding with nervous anticipation.

"Hey, Y/N," Jack said, his voice laced with a hint of flirtation as he flashed her a playful grin.

Y/N turned to him, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Hey, Jack. What's up?"

Jack took a deep breath, summoning all his courage as he reached out to gently cup Y/N's cheek. "I've been thinking, and I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me. Like, officially."

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "Really? You mean like, be your girlfriend?"

Jack nodded, his heart racing with anticipation. "Yeah, exactly like that. So, what do you say?"

Y/N's smile widened into a grin as she leaned in closer to Jack, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well, I suppose I could make an exception for you, Hughes."

With that, Jack's face broke into a radiant smile as he leaned in to capture Y/N's lips in a sweet, tender kiss. The world seemed to fade away as they lost themselves in the moment, the warmth of their embrace enveloping them like a cocoon.

And then, as if on cue, the rest of the team burst into applause, their cheers filling the locker room with a chorus of celebration. Jack and Y/N pulled away from each other, their cheeks flushed with happiness as they basked in the glow of their newfound relationship.

As the applause died down, Jack couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for the incredible woman standing before him. With her by his side, he knew that anything was possible, and he couldn't wait to embark on this new chapter of their lives together.

And so, amidst the cheers and laughter of their teammates, Jack and Y/N shared one final kiss, sealing their newfound love with a promise to cherish each other for eternity.