#jack hughes x fem reader

[corrodedcoffins-blog]

Lake House Days

jack hughes x teen mom!reader

note: i love writing little kid dialogue

word count: 1.3k

Bringing the twins anywhere was hard, but having to fly and a long drive to the lake house, was a big trip for the kids. And a very long day for Y/n. All that along with meeting new people, well she knew Jack’s parents, and his brothers, and she met Trevor once. But this would be the first time Jack’s family (minus Luke) and friends were meeting her kids. What if they didn’t like their son dating someone with kids, of course they did know, but knowing and seeing were different things. 

“Love, you okay?” Jack’s soothing voice broke Y/n out of her anxious thoughts, just like he always does.

“Yeah, just a little nervous.” “About what?” The man gives his girlfriend's thigh a gentle and reassuring squeeze, from where said hand had been resting since they got in the car. Y/n checked over her shoulder, seeing the twins sleeping soundly, Abby’s head leaning on her brother’s shoulder, smiling Y/n turned her attention back to her boyfriend.

“Just of everyone meeting the twins… Your parents and Quinn meeting the twins.” The woman admits, her voice low, more aware of her sleeping children now. 

“They are going to love them, they love kids and my family loved you when you met for the first time.” Jack assured her, making a quick glance taking in her reaction before returning his eyes to the road and continuing, “Abby and Eli charm anyone they meet, without them charming me, I would have never talked to you.” “Shut up.” The woman says, smiling. 

“Well I hope you got the last of your nerves out because we’re here.” Jack says, pulling into the long driveway of the beautiful and large lake house. Putting the car in park among the impressive number of cars already here, and turning to face the younger girl.

“Ready?” “As I’ll ever be.”

As Y/n slowly tried to wake up the twins, Jack unpacked the car, in the end neither child was ready to wake just yet, leading to Y/n carrying Abby and Jack carrying Eli. The door opened before Jack could open it himself, the image of Quinn in their sights. 

“Hey- oh hi.” the man says more quietly after realising the sleepiness in both the twins' faces.”Hey Quinny.” Jack greets his brother, doing the usual bro hug guys to, as well as he could with Eli in his arms. “We’re gonna put these two in their room, then we’ll come down and see everyone.”

Jack and Y/n walk down the stairs after Y/n finally got Eli settled. “Hi Y/n!” Ellen says seeing the couple coming down and bringing Y/n into a tight hug, “Hi Ellen!” “Where are Eli and Abby?” truthfully Y/n never thought Ellen or any of Jack’s family would care to know her children, and it was never anything they had done, in actuality they have done everything to disprove that notion. But with years of dating as a single mother it was more common than not that any partner's family wouldn’t want anything to do with her babies. “They're both napping, they've had a long day already.” “Oh of course! Believe me I know.” 

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Spending the past hour without the twins and just getting to know Jack’s family and friends better first, had done a lot to ease her anxiety that this time would in fact be different. Y/n and Ellen talked all about how fast your kids grow, Y/n didn’t really have mom friends so it was refreshing to talk about her kids with someone that could relate. This along with Ellen telling many child Jack stories, much to the man’s dismay. 

“Mommy?” A quiet, sleepy voice mumbled rubbing his eye with one hand and his sister’s in the other, the young girl’s own other hand holding her most prized possession, her blanky. 

“Hi huns! You’re up?” Her rhetorical question causes the girl to nod her head, while jumping into her mom’s lap. Eli walked over to lean his arms on her arm rest, and his head on her chest. “Ready to meet everyone?” The twins’ mother whispered, while most people surrounding the fire were watching. Both 5 year olds nodding their heads, Y/n continues, “This is Ellen and Jim, they’re Jack’s parents.” The woman says, directing their attention to her right where Ellen and Jim sat. Both children mumble a quiet ‘Hi’ back. “And that’s Quinn, Jack’s other brother.” The same routine continued on, the two successfully convinced all that they were shy. Until Eli walked up to Trevor and sat on his lap, mischief must detect mischief, but Abby stuck to sitting with her mom. Scoping out who here will be her best friend. 

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“Hun, I need to put sunscreen on you.” Y/n said, trying to reason with her son. She already got Abby ready, Abby was only difficult getting ready if she had a reason to be, Eli however was difficult just because it was fun.

“No!” “Baby, if you don’t put this on you’re gonna get burnt just like Lia did last summer remember? She could barely move, do you want that to happen to you.” “No..” The boy mumbled, accepting defeat and lifting his arm for his mom. “Thank you.”

“Jacka, what we doing today?” Abby was going through a phase of adding ‘a’ to random words in her sentences leading to her giving Jack the new nickname. While the young girl was letting Jack put on her shoes, the man answered her question excitedly and lifting the girl off the bed and onto the floor, “Going on the lake today!” “On boat?” “Yes ‘on boat’.” “Momma we going on boat” She repeated for her mom, even though the woman was a foot away from her and already heard it. “Maybe, hunny. Not for sure. Okay! You’re both ready, how ‘bout you guys go downstairs and help Ellen with snacks?” “Okayyy!” “Okay-a!” Both children yell, running out of the room.

Once they were excited, Jack pushed the bedroom door closed and walked over to his girlfriend. In the time that they’ve been dating, when the twins are around you take any time alone together you can get. Leaning down only slightly Jack gently presses his lips to Y/n’s, her immediately kissing him back. Her hands went around his neck, his own resting on her lower back just above her ass.

Breaking apart Y/n whispers against his mouth, “Okay, ready?” “Yep” he says, stealing a quick peck before exiting the room himself.

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“I spy… Something invisible.” Eli announces, turning from looking all around him to looking at Trevor and Cole. “What’s invisible?” the taller boy asked, he’d been taking the game pretty seriously and Eli just threw a curveball at him. “Dude, I don’t know!” Before the two could embarrass themselves, Eli stepped in, “The air!!!” “Oh! Duh!” “Good one, man!”

This was too complex for Eli’s brain but he often latched onto male figures in his life; of course he had Lia’s dad but he didn’t see him often, so not having one for himself, he loved Jack and his friends, they gave him what he didn't have. 

Y/n was watching the three play eye spy from her spot on Jack’s lap. And checking over at Ellen and Abby playing ‘Go Fisha’ as Abby calls it. After a moment of Jack not having her full attention, he brings his right hand from the woman’s lower back to rub her upper thigh, grabbing her attention once again.

“You okay?” “Yeah.” Y/n says, a smile from ear to ear spreading across her face. She is so happy. Having Jack, and people besides herself and the people she considers family (Lia and her parents) caring about the twins I was something she wasn’t sure she would ever feel. Last night even, Y/n put the kids to bed and Eli asked her if Jack was going to be their dad, it almost made her cry on the spot. But what did make her cry happy tears was that her answer, not that she spoke it to Eli, was closer to a ‘yes’ than a ‘no’.

“Yeah, I’m really happy.”

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[rowdydevs-nhl]

Another sexy thought: getting your nails done and jack enjoying the way you leave scratches on his back. And then next day in the locker room the boys seeing it ;)

Or like fans seeing hickeys or sumn on him which we have never seen publicly 🙂‍↕️🥝

🥝 anon giving you the biggest digital hug for blessing me with all these asks 🥹 keep them coming please 💕🩷🤭 good luck on your test tomorrow!!!!!!!!

+18 -> smut | marking up Jack + helping him relax

𝓙𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓗𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓮𝓼 𝔁 𝓯𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

c/w: jealousy, ownership, swearing, pet names, scratching, marking, sucking fingers, fingering, massage, sexting, exchanging nudes.

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You look up at the TV, watching as the camera pans across the ice, catching glimpses of players skating through drills with their usual intensity. And then, as expected, the focus shifts to Jack. He steps off the ice, his damp fringe falling across his forehead as he bites and slides off his glove, breathing heavily.

The stunning reporter steps forward with her microphone, her smile practically gleaming under the bright arena lights. “You’re going for the big win tonight. How’s the energy in the locker room?” Her voice is sticky-sweet. She tilts her head when she looks at him, her interest in the handsome Center bleeding through her thin veil of professionalism.

Jack, to his credit, is polite but unmoved. “Energy’s good,” he says, his tone cool, efficient. “We’re focused.”

“And if you guys pull off the win, any big plans to celebrate?” Her lashes flutter as her body angles toward him more, hoping for a little extra charm.

Jack gives her a small, polite smile. “The usual,” he says simply.

The reporter blinks, clearly hoping for more. “Well, there’s a lot to do in Vegas. The usual? Do you have something you usually do when you’re here?” She prompts, laughing lightly.

“Just hanging out with my girl.”

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Jack had just finished showering, his hair curling at the ends as he walks over, already reaching for your hands. “Lemme see,” he murmurs, taking your fingers in his own. He turns them over, inspecting your fresh set like it’s the prettiest thing in the world. “Pink? I love it.”

“It’s the color–”

“Of my tip?” He chuckles, putting two and two together.

“How did you know that?” You tease as you run your hands down his chest.

“Well, I’ve looked at it a few times, princess,” he rasps, letting out a breathy chuckle.

“Approved?”

“Definitely,” he mumbles, and like clockwork, he starts rolling out his neck and his shoulders, wincing in pain. You raise your brow at him, trying not to laugh at his predictability.

“Yeah, baby?”

Jack just shrugs, feigning innocence. “You know how it goes,” he says through a boyish smile.

“Mhmm…” You hum, reaching for the hem of his shirt, helping him out of it as always.

Jack’s skin is still warm from the shower, his tight muscles melting already from the slightest touch from you. As soon as he hits the hotel bed, he lets out a deep, contented sigh, sprawling out on his stomach.

His beautiful blue eyes follow you as you crawl onto the bed; his smile spreads wider as you move closer and closer until you’re climbing on, running your fingers down his strong back, watching as goosebumps spread across his dewy skin. Jack shivers, letting out a groan that sends heat coursing through you.

“Fuck, baby,” he moans at the slightest touch.

“You’re so easy,” you tease, dragging my nails over his broad shoulders before pressing them into the tight knots you knew you’d find.

“Shittt,” he chuckles, exhaling sharply as you nail that perfect spot, working out the tension. “Feels so fucking good, pretty,” he mutters, voice muffled against the plush comforter.

You let your finger drift into his damp brown hair, scratching your manicured fingers against his scalp. “Fuck me,” he groans, turning his head slightly, eyes half-lidded. “I love when you get your nails done,” he murmurs, voice drowsy, utterly relaxed beneath your touch as he lets out a little yawn.

You smile as you twirl your fingers through his hair. “Yeah, baby?”

“Fuck yeah,” he sighs, letting his heavy eyes fall closed. “Shit, princess, they’re kinda sharp. You should keep ‘em like this forever.”

Leaning down to press a kiss to the back of his neck, feeling his slow, leveled pulse thump under your lips. “I’ll think about it.”

Jack hums in reply, already halfway asleep, completely at peace. “Gotta keep me up, princess,” he huffs. “I’m gonna pass the fuck out.”

You press your nails a little harder into his back, making his muscles tense for a second before he softens into the mattress. “Too much?” You ask, pausing slightly.

“No–No, keep goin’,” he murmurs, voice rough with contentment. “S’perfect.”

You smile as you watch the faint red marks appear where your nails drug down, the contrast between his skin and the marks leaving you oddly satisfied. Your mind drifts for a moment as you glance up at the TV, watching some highlights from the last Devil’s game, before the camera throws back to the reporter from this morning.

The interview from earlier plays again on mute—and the way she’s leaning in is just a little too much; the way she practically preened when Jack gave her the slightest smile boiling your blood.

Would she try again after the game tonight? Probably.

“Fuck,” Jack hisses as you find yourself so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t realize how hard you had dug into his skin until it had already happened.

“Oh, shit–” You gasp, but Jack just laughs, shifting slightly underneath you as he cranks his neck a little more to look back at you.

“Don’t stop,” he assures, his voice dazed out but amused nonetheless.

You chuckle and shake your head, letting your nails trail more deliberately over his tight skin. Your pointer finger traces from shoulder blade to shoulder blade, following the place where HUGHES usually sits on gameday.

You scratch your nails into his skin–digging your initials in–watching as they shift red. Jack lets out a deep, knowing laugh, his voice vibrating through his chest. “I know what you’re doing, baby,” he teases.

You giggle breathily, leaning down until your lips brush against the shell of his ear, tits pressed against him. “I got a little jealous today,” you admit.

“Really?” He drags out the word, completely aware.

“Yeah,” you whisper against his hot skin, trailing soft kisses down his neck. Your fingers continue to work the muscles in his shoulders, kneading out the tension as your mouth moves lower. You hit the perfect spot, sitting right above where you know the collar of his sweater will sit.

He doesn’t stop you, instead slithering his hand behind his back, slipping under the band of your shorts and panties, finding your clit.

You suck down on his neck as he rolls his fingers on top of your sex, groaning when he feels just how wet you are; knowing this close to the game time, he’ll have to wait to sink his thick dick deep, but he loves to tease.

“Roll over,” you whisper, watching as Jack obeys without hesitation. His fingers find you fast, slipping your little shorts to the side this time. He dips the tip of his rough finger in your soaked hole, his eyes rolling back at the feeling of your body, so warm and wet.

You lean in, pressing your lips to his, slow and deep, savoring how he immediately wraps his other arm around you, pulling you closer.

He sighs against your lips, his fingers pushing deep, soaking his digits with your essence. “I don’t know why I do this to myself,” he chuckles as he continues to torment himself with the thought of ruining you before his game.

“All night long?”

“All night long, princess.”

You pull back, resting your hands on his firm chest. Jack looks up at you as you trace your fingers higher, circling the hickey forming on his neck.

“You know,” he starts, his voice low and rough, “you always tease me for liking to mark you up…”

“Because you do,” you giggle breathily, watching a smirk spread on his kiss-swollen lips.

“Yeah, I do. And now you’re over here claiming me like you’re territorial or somethin’.”

“I am,” you smile.

Jack chuckles, shaking his head slightly. “I love it when you wear my jersey,” he murmurs, one hand drifting up your back again. “You think it’s just because I like how you look in it, but nah… I love marking you, too. Anyway, I can.”

His fingers slid down your arm, slow and deliberate, before reaching your hand. He lifts your hand, pressing soft kisses on your fingers, slipping your middle and ring fingers in his mouth as he looks up at you.

“I’m gonna put a ring on this finger on day,” he murmurs, his voice warm and confident. “Mark you up some more.” Your heart swells in your chest, thudding at his words as he gives them one last kiss.

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The locker room was buzzing with post-game energy—sweaty jerseys half-peeled off, the scent of ice and sweet hanging heavy in the air. The boys were loud, buzzing over their win as the media caught their post-game celebration.

Jack steps closer to his stall, pulling off his jersey, aware–more than usual—as the cameras linger. He peels off his compression shirt, dragging it over his head slowly and deliberately. The cool air hits his skin as he drops the fabric to the bench beside him before turning around fast–thin, perfect lines left behind by your nails shamelessly shown.

He runs his fingers through his hair, smiling at something someone said before tossing a wink their way; one of the players in the locker room no doubt saying some shit about it already. The second the red light on the camera cuts and the reporter and crew leaves, the chirping starts.

“Jesus, Rowdy,” one of the guys laughs. “You get in a fight we didn’t see?”

Another voice chimes in, laughing. “Nah, those aren’t from the game, boys.”

Jack rolls his eyes, reaching for a towel as another teammate whistles low. “And the hickey?”

“Enough, Jack,” mumbles smugly.

“Blushing like a slut, bud.”

The whole room erupts in a mix of laughter and groans, somewhere between teasing and outright jealousy.

“Settle down, alright?” Jack laughs.

“The placement—someone sending a message?” Luke adds as he gives him a knowing glance. Jack smiles, shaking his head as he wipes his face, trying to hide it. “He fuckin’ loves it—”

“Yeah, yeah, alright,” Jack mutters, but he doesn’t deny it. He doesn’t even bother because Luke’s right. He fuckin’ loves it.

𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

[softsunnyy]

hi!!! i just saw your luke hughes thing and I LOVE IT 🥰 but I’m more of a jack girlie so could you write about jack being protective to you after some crazy devils fan is rude to you?

hi sweetie!! sorry it took me a couple days, hope u like it <33

here's some angsty and fluffy Jack just for u

the place was electric, full with fans wearing your boyfriend's team jerseys, and many wearing his last name on the back. Lights illuminating the ice, music filling your ears. People drinking, smiling children, couples in love, and friends betting. 

today would be different tho, because you'll sit close to the ice, away from your friends who usually sat higher up. Jack asked you, convincing you with a couple of kisses and sweet words that made you giggle with love. 

the Devils are facing the Flyers, and you hope it´ll be one of those games that has you on the edge of your seat, screaming and cheering. 

your boyfriend's team has been going through a rough patch, with some heartbreaking losses and others really frustrating.

you had seen Jack in a bad mood, frustrated with himself, and receiving constant talks from different people telling him to just shoot the puck.

you´re his support, even before you were a couple. You keep him grateful, reminding him why he loves what he does so much every day. You help him enjoy, but also process his emotions, giving him a safe space to be himself; away from the cameras, the press, the judging eyes and the cruel questions. 

your relationship is not that new, but for months no one outside your private circle knew about it. You both preferred it that way; private. Unfortunately, one night a video was leaked of the two of you in your car, arriving at a game when some fans stopped you. Since then you´ve also been part of his public life, where some of his fans love you, talking about how happy you make him; and others hate you, saying that the Devils' recent results are due to you and your relationship with their star. 

you usually try to avoid these comments, knowing full well that most of them come from people who are frustrated, and who are trying to find a reason, someone to blame, so they don't get angry with their team anymore. You understand it, you don't share it, but you can understand where they´re coming from, and you try your best not to take it too personally.

when the game started, the speed was incredible, mesmerizing. Your eyes move, following the players. You cheer, you get angry, you get happy. You're caught up in the game, becoming one with the people in the crowd, hoping that luck will be in your favor that night. 

the first two periods were tense. Some stupid penalties, many shots on goal, but no goals. The crowd is hungry. The chants from the fans are incredibly loud, stunning you. 

anxiety consumes you, you want the game to move forward, for the boys to win. Besides being Jack's girlfriend, you're a fan of the sport, you understand what you're watching and you get to a point where your emotions depend a little on how that game went. 

you get frustrated, you get happy, you live it as if you were playing. You even try to learn from the players, giving your boyfriend some advice when you sit on the couch to watch the replay, making him notice certain details that can help him.

that's why you feel devastated. With only 20 seconds left, in a 0-0 game, one of them steals the puck from Jack and scores the winning goal, in front of a stunned, hopeless arena, that went completely silent for a few seconds. 

you see the faces of the team as they begin to surrender, sighing, convincing themselves that in the remaining seconds they´re not gonna be able to do anything. 

but what hurts you the most is seeing Jack's face, and the way it fills with frustration. His stick crashed on the ice when he returned to the bench 

it's a depressing end to a game that everyone thought would end differently. You could already see the articles for the next few hours, or the cruel comments from the reporters. Everyone questioning Jack, like in his first season. 

with a sigh you get up, ready to buy something to drink before approaching the locker room, knowing that the boys would take a while before coming out. 

as you went to buy a coffee, you tried to be quick, trying not to be seen. You thought you won, but as you were on your way to the locker room, with your coffee in hand, someone called your name, making you turn around, with tense shoulders and somewhat confused. 

“yes?” you asked, seeing a man, somewhat drunk, approach you.

“you should tell your boyfriend to learn how to play, y´know?” he said, slurring his words and standing a little too close for your liking. You frowned, moving away slightly as you tried not to grimace at the smell of alcohol reaching your face. 

“sure... have a good night,” you said quietly, trying to avoid the situation, feeling nervous with the interaction. 

“i always said that bitches make these players play like shit,” he said, ignoring the way you wanted to leave. “Jackie’s been playing like a pussy since he started dating you.” You tried to keep walking, but he was coming up behind you, his voice rising with every word. A few people turned to look, but kept walking, clearing that area in a matter of seconds as everyone left frustrated after that game. 

“excuse me, sir, i understand your frustration but…” you started to say, turning to look at him, your senses on alert and anxiety seeping into every part of your body. He interrupted you before you could finish. 

“no, you clearly don’t understand, you’re just a silly brat who’s ruining our star.” He approached you again, your hand gripping the coffee tighter, full of tension. 

“i’m sorry sir, i didn’t…”

“shut up!” he raised his voice, and a sharp pain settled in your chest. Your legs feel like jelly and you feel nauseous. You wanna run, scream, leave. You feel humiliated, scared, frustrated. You want to leave. You wanna throw your coffee and run to your car, away from people, away from that. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” he asked you, frowning and getting dangerously close to you. 

at that moment a hand landed on your waist, fast, agile, and moved you backwards. Soon your boyfriend’s body was in front of you, facing the man, who opened his eyes wide, surprised. The man stammered, distracted, forgetting for a moment all the rage he felt. 

Jack was about to explode. He was coming out of the locker room, with Timo at his side. His head was somewhere else, and all he wanted was to take refuge in your arms and recharge his energy. It was a surprise when his teammate gently nudged him with his elbow to get his attention. 

his stomach dropped, his breath hitching. Anxiety, surprise, panic. He could see the way your body looked smaller and smaller.

he reacted automatically, moving before he could think twice. 

“man, what a surprise,” the man said, still disoriented. Jack could smell the alcohol on his breath and frowned. 

“do you have a problem?” he asked, his voice calm, although you noticed the coldness in his words. His arm stretched out at his side, preventing you from getting closer. 

the man laughed nervously and uncomfortably, not looking at you again, now with his eyes fixed on the floor. 

“i don’t wanna see you near her, if you have a problem, you can come talk to me or the coach, or whoever, but not her.” Jack stared at him. Out of the corner of your eye you saw everyone slowly getting closer. Timo had warned them. They were there, they were protecting you too. 

“yeah, i’m sorry,” the man muttered, his face and neck flushed and still looking at the floor. 

“don’t apologize to me man, apologize to her.” this time, Jack failed to hide the disgust in his voice, and he complied, looking at you with panicked eyes. 

“i’m sorry, kiddo, i actually like your relationship, i’m just a little frustrated.” he tried to laugh, but when no one laughed with him he just apologized and tried to leave as quickly as possible. They’ll have to keep an eye on him from now on, Jack thought.

when you saw him disappear behind the doors, the air left your lungs shakily, the now cold coffee almost slipping from your hand. Your body leaned forward, and your free hand rested on your thigh. Jack quickly turned to look at you, and with one of his hands he gently caressed your back. 

“are you okay, babe?” he asked in a sweet and low voice. He knew the answer, but he wanted to check that you were paying attention. You nodded in response, although both of you knew the truth. 

they gave you a few minutes to lower the tension, and then one by one the boys and your friends approached to make sure you were okay, wishing you two a good night and then saying goodbye. 

Luke isn't going to stay with you that night, since he won't be home. So before he left he came over to you to hug you tightly, almost breaking that image of security that you had tried to maintain. Whispers of comfort filled your ear before he pulled away, and with a small smile he left.

when you and Jack were alone, he took your hand and quickly led you to the car. You quickly climbed into the passenger seat, and when he sat down, it only took you a couple of seconds before you burst into tears. His arms wrapped around you tightly, moving your body and settling you on his lap. There, in his arms, was your safe place, where you could break and put yourself back together. 

Jack spent the night reminding you how important you are to him, because he would never let you forget that, but at the same time, you did not forget him, and you tried your best to comfort him. 

cuddled up in the bed you both share, you found your safe place again, where everything would be okay no matter what, because you have each other.

divider by: @cafekitsune

[pedriache]

Say it first 𖦹 Luke Hughes !

summary. three years in which you’d been dating luke. three beautiful years in which he always made sure he got in the first ‘i love you’.

wc. 600+

disclaimers. luke just being such a sweetheart and fluff.

notes. in honor of me slowly trying to get vera back into hockey and her finding a love for luke <3 not sure how i feel about this but!

The soft hum leaving your lips was the only thing that etched into the silence of your apartment. Luke was supposed to be here a few minutes ago, but he’d texted to tell you he was stopping by the store on his way over. So, to kill time, you started on dinner without him.

Usually, you would cook together, but your stomach was growling. You wanted it to be ready as quickly as possible. Pasta night was your favorite night and your mouth salivated at the thought of the Chicken Alfredo.

Easily taking out a pant and the ingredients from the fridge, you made quick work with it. You’d been so immersed in your cooking, you hadn’t noticed Luke’s lingering presence by the kitchen entrance.

Luke’s smile was soft, his head tipped against the doorframe as he watched you move about. He watched your face scrunch as you poured a little too many noodles into the boiling water. Cute.

“Baby, I’ve been telling you repeatedly you should use a measuring cup for that.”

A silent scream left your lips as you jumped back, holding up the wooden spatula like a weapon. Swiveling on your heels you glared at the curly haired brunette.

“Dammit! Luke, you scared me! Try announcing yourself next time!” You scold, but glare dropped the second he pushed off the wall and made his way to you.

Knowing what was coming, you set the spatula aside and faced him with a loose smile. “Hey.” He murmured, clearly exhausted, arms wrapping around your waist with a comforting squeeze. Your arms slid up to wrap comfortably around his shoulders. “I missed you today.” His hot breath against your shoulder had a smile instantly rising to your face.

“You literally saw me like—nine hours ago. If even that.”

The heavy breath that escaped his lips along with the slight chuckle had your body relaxing in ways only Luke could make happen. “Nine hours too long.” He grumbled, pulling back to peck your cheek, then the corner of your mouth. His eyes met yours, the sides crinkled due to his smile. “I love you, y’know that?”

And you did.

Luke said those three words like it was as easy as breathing.

He’d been the first to say it in the relationship and after that.. well, he just never stopped.

He’d said it on accident, the first time. His eyes had widened in panic as you both lounged on one of the benches on his families boat, you laid between his legs. Your head had whipped around, meeting his wide eyes. Yours practically bulged from your head. Both of you had panicked, until Luke was met with a kindly harsh slap to the back of his head by Jack—which had quickly made him come to his senses.

You’d smiled then, lifting up to place a small kiss to his nose before you’d said it back.

The memory caused a smile to form on your lips, “I love you too, Lukey.” He grimaced at that, arms tightening around your waist as he groaned, head falling limp into the crook of your neck.

“The noodles are going to burn! Let me go.” You laugh, wriggling out of his grasp to grab the spatula. Jack mumbled a string of protests but left you be, instead moving to grab the spices and sauces.

Every now and then, when he’d pass by you doing something, his head would dip to place a kiss against your shoulder or cheek. You’d turn, giving him silent permission for his lips to meet yours in a quick peck.

You weren’t certain how you’d gotten so lucky to have Luke as a boyfriend, but you wouldn’t question it. Because you were on cloud nine every time he was near.

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[hughes-your-daddy]

would you ever do a pt. 2 to she’s gone? it’s been a few years since they had their son and she gets unexpectedly pregnant and maybe like it’s super emotional for them, but they still want to have this baby and like it gets even harder when they find out it’s a girl and Jack just has a tough time coping with all these resurfaced memories

and when she’s born, he’s completely in love with her and never wants to up her down, always doing skin on skin and teaching their son how to treat his little sister

she’s here

pairing: jack hughes x fem reader

warning: mentions of sex, swearing, pregnancy and mentions of miscarriages

summary: you carry your rainbow baby since your miscarriage

“be good for your uncles baby, ok?” you smile, bending down to give brooks a tight hug, pressing a small kiss to his temple.

your little boy, who’s now 5 years old and going to a training session with his uncles for hockey before all the ‘big boys’ arrive.

“make sure to show them that new trick yeh buddy?” jack chimes in, brooks quickly going to hug his legs, before jacks bending down and pulling him in to a tight hug himself.

“i think that should be everything.” you smile, passing over his hockey bag to quinn, giving him and like a quick hug before they’re off driving down the street.

you and jack stand at the door, waving brooks off as you watch him drive away a big smile on his face. as soon as they’re out of view jacks closing the door with a smirk on his face.

your brows furrow in confusion for a moment before squealing in surprise as his arms wrap around your waist, hoisting you up into the air and over your shoulder.

“jack,” you yelp laughing breathlessly, fists pounding weakly against his broad back, “what are you doing?” you giggle before he’s arms tighten around your waist as he walks upstairs.

“baby, we’ve been at the lake house for four weeks and this is our first day alone.” he smirks smacking your ass hard enough to make you squeal.

he carries you down the hallway quickly entering your bedroom dumping you into the mattress your body bounding slightly as he stands overtop of you.

he was on you in an instant, fingers curling into the waistband of your sweatpants as he pulls them down, you helping him by kicking them away, leaving them in your panties

“so pretty for me baby,” he whispers, eyes taking your body, before his lips are attacking your neck, pulling your shirt over your head tossing it behind him somewhere.

“been thinking about this for weeks,” he sharers against your skin, his hands everywhere, palming your tits through your lace bra.

you arch up into his body as he pins you down against the mattress, hearing the scrape of his jeans against your bare thighs, mixing with your breathless moans.

he shoves your bra up impatiently moaning when your tits spill out. he bends his head down without hesitation, wrapping his mouth around a nipple, sucking hard. his free hand squeezing your other breast, thumb rubbing over your sensitive nub.

the pleasure shoots straight through you, straight down between your legs but it mixes with something else, a bit of pain. you push it to the back of your mind and enjoy the pleasure until you suck in a sharp breath as he tugs on your nub with his teeth, a ache arriving in your chest.

“jack-“ you gasp as he moans again, sliding a hand down into your panties, letting his fingers roam, “so fucking sexy baby.” he showers against your breast, even the warm air showing how sensitive your breast is.

his words make your whole body shiver but that pleasure is interrupted when another sharp ache hits you, as when he squeezes your breast, making you flinch hard, pulling away from him.

he pulls back immediately, moving off of you, as you pull yourself to sit up. you look to jack seeing his hair messy, slightly breathless and lips plump, but then see the concern over his face.

“hey, what’s wrong? did i hurt you?” he rushes out, guilt dripping in his voice.

you nod slightly, still panting, but your nipples we’re so sore. it felt like they had been bruised and jack was punching them.

“oh my god, baby, i’m so sorry,” jack gushes, pulling you into his chest, arms tight around your body.

“it’s fine jack, i think it’s just my period, im due soon-“ you start but freeze in the middle of your sentence. no, you couldn’t be.

“jack what’s the date?” you ask, quickly getting up, grabbing jacks tshirt he was just wearing and pulling it over your body.

“uh, it’s may 24th, what’s going on baby?” he asks, standing up quickly walking over to you around the bed as you start to pace.

“we were so careful, i can’t be.” you mumble to yourself before jacks hands find your cheeks, forcing you to look at him.

“baby, talk to me, your scaring me.” he says, eyes searching yours for some sort of answer.

“jack, i t-think i might be p-pregnant.” you stutter, feeling tears spring to your eyes. you see his eyebrows raise in surprise before hes pulling you into your chest, cradling your head, pressing soft kisses to the top of it.

“hey hey, it’s ok baby, we’re gonna be ok.” he soothes, pulling you back to wipe a few stray tears off your face, “we’re gonna go to cvs and grab a few pregnancy tests ok? brooks is gone for about another 5 hours so we’ve got time to figure this out ok? we’re gonna be fine.” he says, looking you in the eyes, you nodding hesitantly before he’s pressing his lips to yours.

“are you sure?” he asks, hands never leaving your face, his hold grounding you.

“i-i don’t know for sure,” you rushed out. “It just-the way my boobs hurt, and I’ve been tired, and” your voice cracks, the fear rising fast and sharp in your throat. after last time, you didn’t know if this was something you could go through again.

jack nods breathlessly, before moving to grab his clothes, sliding on some sweats and a tshirt before grabbing your sweats helping them onto you.

“it’s ok baby, we’ll figure this out.” he says, giving you one last hug before your ushered into his car, quickly driving to the closest cvs. his hand never leaves yours the whole time, his thumb rubbing small circles over your knuckles as you play with his wedding ring.

he pulls up into the cvs parking lot, turning to you serious face on.

“stay here ok? i’ll be quick.” he says, pressing a kiss to your lips before he’s out the car, quickly heading inside.

he grabs a variety of tests, not sure as to what he actually needs to get and what’s best. before he’s jogging out, sliders on, shirt half tucked in and hair messy and that’s when you realise it doesn’t matter what the tests says, you’re in this together.

in sickness and in health.

“ok baby,” he breathes out, getting back into the car, “i just got whatever was on the shelves, we’ll make sure we get the answer ok?” he says and you nod, blinking away tears.

the drive back felt like hours, jacks hand squeezing your thigh the whole time, reminding you that he’s there. 

you enter the leak house, heading straight upstairs to your bedroom again, jacks hands grazing your hips as you carry the paper bag as you enter the en-suite.

you stand frozen in the bathroom, paper bag in hand, staring at it like it might explode. jack comes up behind you, arms snaking around your waist and chest pressing against your back letting his head rest on your shoulder. you look up hands shaking, catching jacks eyes in the mirror.

“it’s ok baby, i’m right here.” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek before he’s pulls away, turning you to face him by your hips.

he takes the bag from your grasp, opening one of the boxes and handing you a test.

“time to pee on a stick babe.” he says, voice slightly hoarse, but teasing just enough to make you laugh wetly.

you take the test shakily in hand as jack closes the bathroom door, locking it just in case before hopping up onto the counter as you sit on the toilet and try to pee.

it takes a while for your body to cooperate but finally you manage to pee, catching some on the stick before placing it on the counter.

he opens his arms, letting you walk in between his legs, holding you tight and close, burying your face into his chest. one of his hands cradles your head, the other rubbing up and down your back.

“two minutes.” you mumble against his chest, jack pulling out his phone.

“already got it on a timer baby.” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

you both stand there, jack swaying you slightly in a comfortable silence, his hand tracing circles over your back, his lips pressed against your temple.

the timer goes off of his phone making you jump slightly in surprise, before you pull away giving jack a small nod before he hops off the counter and going over to the test.

he walks over, shakily picking up the test and when he turns around you know exactly what the answer is by the look on his face. his eyes shining, his mouth trembling with a smile he is clearly fighting and failing to hold back.

“positive,” he says, barely breathing the word out. “you’re pregnant.”

a choked sob escapes your throat before you can stop it. jack crosses the room in two strides and catches you as your knees buckle, wrapping you up in his arms so tightly it feels like he is trying to shield you from the entire world.

you bury your face in his chest, tears streaming down your cheeks. joy. fear. grief. relief. jack holds you like he’s never going to let go.

“you’re amazing baby,” he whispers against your skin, “you’re so fucking strong baby, our little boy is gonna be a big brother.” he says a wet laugh coming out your throat.

a few weeks past and soon you’re belly is growing at an alarming speed, already being big at 20 weeks. you sit in the same bed at the lake house, swamped in jacks hoodies he paces with a small envelope in his hands.

Inside was the note from the ultrasound tech, one word written neatly in black ink.

boy.

or girl.

he flops down next to you with a dramatic groan, burying his face in your shoulder for a second, as your fingers come to take through his hair.

he leans up kissing your temple before handing you the envelope, “i can’t open it,” he whispers before you both look down at it as your fingers open the small seal.

you slowly take it out and read it before a small gasp leaves your lips, reading the small print.

a girl.

“a girl, baby we’re having a girl.” jack breathes out, voice wavering slightly. you look to him seeing happiness hidden behind something else.

“honey, what’s wrong?” you ask, cupping his cheek with a hand.

“i’m just so happy baby, a little girl,” he whispers his own eyes tearing up, “but i’ve been struggling lately,” he starts you nodding for him to continue, “what if you get hurt again? or what if something happens? i can’t loose you.” he whispers voice breaking at the end, before your pulling him close, his head burying into your neck, arms tight around your waist.

“i’m not going anywhere jack,” you whisper pressing a kiss to his temple before pulling away to look him in the eyes, “and the doctors have said, they’re being extra careful this time yeh?” you say him nodding, his hands grazing your belly, rubbing over your visible bump.

“our little girl,” he whispers, as he presses kisses to your stomach, your hand finding his hair again, as you giggle at his kisses.

telling your families was incredible. they were all so supportive, quinn and luke going into older brother protection mode over you whenever they could. with you carrying their niece, they wouldn’t let you do anything for the rest of summer before going back to new jersey, luke being extra cautious of you whenever you came to game with jack or events.

it is a regular game day for you, you make up his coffee, give him his good luck kiss before he’s saying goodbye to both you and brooks.

“love you buddy.” jack smiles, pressing amiss to brooks forehead before he’s off running back to the tv to watch his bluey.

“call me baby, ok?” he asks, kissing you hard but gentle, “if you even just feel a bit off ring me and i’ll be straight back here?” he says, hands brushing under your hoodie to caress your waist.

“i’ll be fine jack, i promise. just braxton hicks rig now.” you say, swaying slightly in your feet to help the pain in your lower back. he looks at you hesitantly before nodding, giving you one last kiss before shouting goodbye and leaving.

you settle on the couch, brooks crawling over to cuddle into your side hence it getting a bit late as you turn the tv over to the game just letting the pre game news play.

you watch as they eventually come out onto the ice for warmups, brooks lighting up when he saw his daddy on the tv, jack doing his small gesture, a hand to the heart meaning ‘i love you,’ a small thing he made up when you started dating on away games.

you start to notice a cramp in your lower stomach but brush it off as braxton hicks along with brooks laying about his entire body wait on your side as he was slowly falling asleep.

that was until the pain hit harder and faster, sharp and relentless. you try to breathe through it, to calm yourself, but the contractions are coming too quickly now.

the contraction hits again, hard and fast, and you doubled over, brooks sliding off of you.

“mommy, what’s wrong?” he asks and you hold a hand out, gently pushing the hair out his face.

y can feel the tears threatening to fall, but you push them away, trying to stay calm for him.

“mommy’s okay, sweetheart,” you say, breathing through the pain. “just a little bit of pain, but everything’s going to be okay.”

brooks’s brow furrows, clearly not convinced. He hops off the sofa and walks infront of you, his small hand resting against your leg.

“do you need a band-aid?” he asks, his voice soft and innocent.

you almost laughed despite the pain. “no, baby. I don’t need a band-aid. I think - I think it’s time for the baby to come.” you say looking up to see his face light up.

“ok baby, do me a favour ok? go to your room baby, go get into bed, the baby can only come if your asleep.” you say trying to trick him into leaving so he won’t see you like this.

“ok mommy,” he smiles before running off. you release a breath you didn’t realise you were holding, letting a few tears fall before grabbing your phone.

you quickly dial jacks number, only taking a few rings for him to pick up.

“hey baby, just came off from warmups, you doing ok?” his voice comes through, your breath hitching.

“jack-“ you gasp, voice weak, barely managing to hold onto your words.

“hey what’s going on- talk to me baby.” his words become rushed, his own breathing picking up as you hear rustling on the other end.

“i i-im in labor,” you say, the words finally tumbling out in a breathless rush. “It’s happening, jack. right now. i-i don’t know what to do. i need you.”

the panic in your voice is unmistakable and you could hear jacks sharp intake of breath on the other end.

“shit, shit, shit.” he mumbles out, him moving around, “i’m coming right now baby, i’m on my way, just stay calm for me baby.” he soothes, rustling about on the other end.

“i’m trying.” you strain, the pain unbearable now, “i need you jack, im scared.” you cry, letting the tears fall fast now.

“baby, i’m in the car now, i’ll be 10 mins,” he says, as you hear the engine turn on. he doesn’t leave you once on the call, keeping with the soothing words trying to keep you calm.

it’s in no time that the front door flies open and jack runs in, only in some shorts and his devils shirt, some sliders on.

“baby,” he rushes over, kneeling infront of you, letting your head fall forward into his shoulder, “i’m here, i’m here, i’m so sorry i wasn’t.” he says, kissing your temple as his hands run up and down your back.

“it’s alright babe, you had to work.” you sigh, knowing it’s not his fault, “brooks is in his room.” you say, jack nodding.

“luke’s coming, he’s gonna watch brooks tonight.” he says, already having sorted out the plan.

“we need to go jack.” you whisper, the contractions coming back, just as luke rushes inside.

“y/n?” he calls out before spotting you both in the living room, “how you feeling?” he asks, standing behind jack as you give him the middle finger both brothers holding back a laugh.

“ok baby,” jack says settling down, “let’s get you to the car. jack helps you up, luke grabbing your baby bag which has been by the door for the past few weeks before heading out to the garage, helping you sit in the passengers seat. luke says a quick goodluck before your off, jack driving a little too fast for the speed limit.

“We’re going to the hospital, we’re almost there. You’re gonna be okay. Just breathe with me.” jack soothes, thumb rubbing over your knuckles.

you nod, trying to steady your breath, but the pressure was already overwhelming. You can’t seem to stop the contractions, they’re getting closer together, stronger, more intense. You squeeze jacks hand as he looks over at you with worry.

and then, in an instant, it happens. a sudden rush of warm fluid surges beneath you, and your eyes widen in shock.

“j-jack my water just broke.” you gasped, panic flooding your voice.

“baby, look at me,” jack says, gently cupping your face as he leans over the seat to look into your eyes. “you’re doing great. we just need to get you inside, okay? you’re not alone. i’m right here.” he says and you nod before feeling tears falling again.

“baby, what’s wrong, talk to me?” he asks, hands wiping your cheeks.

“i got your car all dirty.” you mumble, referencing to the small puddle of flood in the passengers seat.

“baby,” he lets out a small laugh, “i don’t care about my car, all i care about is you and our little girl ok?” he says and you nod before he’s getting out, slinging the hospital bag over his shoulder and helping you out, guiding you to reception.

they send you up to labour and delivery where you get signed in with a small wristband and given a room where nurses start checking your vitals and hooking you up to machines.

jack helps you get out of your sweatpants and underwear as you can’t wear anything on your lower half as you stay in his hoodie.

jack keeps a firm grip on your hand, never leaving your side as you move onto your side, him rubbing your back. Your breaths are shallow, every contraction feeling more intense than the last.

“how you feeling baby?” he asks, rubbing up and down under your hoodie.

“it just feels a lot.” you mumble, pain meds starting to kick in.

the nurse checks your progress again, her calm, professional face betraying no emotion. she moves quickly, checking the monitor, then examining you between your legs.

“you’re at 7 centimeters,” she says, her voice clinical. “you’re getting close, but it’s not quite time yet. you’ll need to wait a little longer.”

you sigh in frustration, clutching the sides of the bed and squeezing Jack’s hand harder.

jack’s face softens, but there is still so much worry in his eyes. he squeezes your hand back. “i know, baby. i know. but we’ve got to hold on just a little longer. we can’t rush it. just breathe, okay? focus on me.” he soothes.

“i called your parents, they’re gonna try and get the next flight out.” he whispers, kissing your temple.

“i just need you jack.” you mumble back, feeling his fingers through your hair.

“i’m not leaving baby.” he soothes, feeling the first moment of calmness this evening.

you try moving onto a yoga ball to help move things along, so jack helps you pull on some sweats before lifting you you from the bed helping you steady yourself on the ball. jack stabs behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders to steady you, his eyes full of concern.

“how are you doing?” he asks, his voice low but steady. His fingers brush through your damp hair as he keeps a close eye on you.

you let out a pained sigh, grinding your teeth as another contraction surges. “its okay, i guess. but it’s still so much.”

you gently rock forwards and backwards, jack moving around so he was bending down in front of you are your arms collapse over his shoulders, letting you lean into him, head against his and his hands caressed your hips.

jack watches you closely, his fingers lightly massaging your back, trying to ease some of the tension that had settled there. His other hand holds yours, and he keeps his voice steady despite the turmoil in his own chest. “i know it’s hard, but we’re almost there. you’re doing amazing.” he soothes, pressing a kiss to your foreheads before the nurse is back to check your dilation again.

your back onto the bed, jack helping you take off your sweatpants before the nurse starts the examination, as you gasp with each surge of pain.

the nurse looks over at you, reading the desperation in your eyes. “you’re at 8 centimeters,” she says gently, “but if the pain is too much, we can discuss getting you the epidural.”

you nodd quickly, almost too relieved to speak. “yes. yes, please. i need it.”

jack immediately looks to the nurse. “can we do it now?”

“i’ll call for the anesthesiologist,” the nurse says guiding you gently back to the bed. as you lay back down, you feel every muscle in your body tense with the effort, every inch of you exhausted from the relentless contractions.

the nurse was quick in getting everything in place, and in what felt like no time at all, the anesthesiologist enters the room, his face calm and professional. He explains the procedure quickly, and though you are still terrified of the needle, you are desperate for some relief.

jack stays at your side the entire time, his hand never leaving yours as you prepare for the epidural. his presence is a solid anchor for you in the midst of the pain.

“just a few deep breaths, baby,” jack says quietly, kissing the top of your head. “you’re doing so good. it’s almost over.”

the anesthesiologist cleans the area on your back and preps the needle. you flinch as the cold alcohol swab hit your skin, but the nurse’s soothing voice helps calm you.

“take a deep breath in for me, honey. hold it,” the nurse instructs as the anesthesiologist prepares to administer the epidural.

you squeeze jack’s hand harder, your body trembling with anxiety as the needle is inserted. the pain of the epidural itself isn’t nearly as bad as the contractions, but the thought of a needle so close to your spine made you nervous.

“almost done,” the anesthesiologist says calmly, and after a few more seconds, he pulls the needle out and finishes the procedure.

“alright, let’s give it a few minutes to kick in,” the nurse says, offering you a small smile as she adjusts the iv line. “the pain should start to subside soon.”

you let out a long, shaky breath, relief washing over you as the numbing sensation slowly begins to spread through your lower half. the pressure in your back begins to lessen, the pain easing away. you cans still feel the baby’s movements, but the excruciating contractions finally soften.

“oh my god,” you murmur, closing your eyes for a second. “i feel like a person again.”

jack chuckles, brushing your hair back from your damp forehead. “you’re more than a person,” he says, “you’re my hero.”

you settle back into the pillows, your hand resting lightly on your bump, feeling the faint tightness of each contraction without the pain. jack pulls his chair closer to the bed, resting his arms on the mattress so he stays close to you.

for a while, you just lay there together, the world outside fading away. jack traces gentle patterns over your knuckles with his thumb, and every few minutes he lifts your hand to kiss it softly.

there was a soft knock on the door before it opens carefully. the nurse peeking in first, smiling warmly.

“you’ve got some visitors if you’re up for it. jack’s parents just got here.”

jack glances at you quickly, asking for permission, but you smile and nod.

“of course,” you say softly. “I want them here, i don’t think my parents are gonna make it.”

moments later, ellen and jim step into the room, both wearing the kind of nervous, excited smiles only grandparents-to-be can manage. ellen immediately makes a beeline for your bedside, her eyes going misty the second she sees you lying there.

“oh, sweetheart,” she breathes, gently brushing your hair off your forehead. “you’re doing so good. look at you. you’re almost there.”

you laugh a little under your breath, feeling warm inside. “i’m feeling a lot better now,” you say. “the epidural’s magic.”

“man, it’s crazy to think in a couple hours there’s gonna be another little hughes running around,” jim says, his voice rough with emotion.

jack squeezes your hand and smiles proudly.

“she’s been incredible,” he says, his full of so much love it makes your chest ache. “i mean, she always is. but today she’s unbelievable.”

the four of you talk quietly for a while, about Brooks, about what the baby might look like, about how excited everyone is to finally meet her. ellen fusses over the blankets tucked around you while Jim leans over Jack’s shoulder, teasing him softly about how little sleep he is about to get.

when the nurse comes back to check on you, you find out your fully dialated so ellen and jim take it as their cue to leave for some privacy.

the nurses start to prepare around you as a cold rush of memories flood your chest, brooks’ birth, the emergency C-section, the fear, the way things had spiraled so fast you barely remembered it. the sudden, breathless panic that you lost your daughter and nearly yourself. you swallow hard, your breathing hitching. Jack catching it immediately.

“hey,” he says, a hand coming up to cradle you cheek, the other squeezing your hand, “baby, look at me.”

you blink back suddenly tears, taking a shaky breath before turning to meet his eyes.

“you’re safe,” he says firmly, “everything’s fine, they’re ready and you’re ready ok? you can do this.”

you nod shakily, letting his touch ground you as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“i’m right here the whole time baby,” he whispers, moving to brush some hair out your face.

you let out a deep breath, feeling your body settle again. jack’s hand squeezes yours in that quiet, steady way that makes you feel like maybe you really can do this.

the doctor’s voice is calm, guiding you.

“with your next contraction, give me a nice, big push, just like you’re blowing out candles on a birthday cake.”

you nod, more certain this time, jack leaning in closer resting his forehead against the side of your head. “i love you so much,” he whispers.

you feel the contraction build, and gripping jacks hand you push, the epidural feeling like it’s disappeared now, pushing with everything you have.

“so good baby, so good.” he whispers, continually pressing kisses against your forehead.

you feel another one began to build the pressure low and deep in your stomach and you push again, squeezing jacks hand hard.

his hand grips yours back the other coming to cradle the back of your head, keeping you steady.

“you’re doing so good baby,” he whispers voice full of emotion.

you leaned into jacks voice, feeling like you can’t continue, you’ve pushed all you can. “hey baby, you gotta keep going, one more push. you’re almost there.” he whispers, fingers running through your hair.

you push again, harder this time, gritting your teeth, feeling the building pressure crest, and then-

“bood, good. her head’s right there,” the nurse says out excitedly.

jack bends lower, trying to see over your legs, his hand squeezing yours in stunned awe.

“you’re doing it, baby,” he breathes, “i can see her, shes almost out!”

that’s all it took, pushing hard on your next contraction, closing you’re eyes, gathering every last drop of strength you could and then there’s a sudden rush of movement.

a cry, a cry sounding through the hospital room.

jack gasps as the doctor lifts your little girl up, laying her on your bare chest.

“she’s here,” jack chokes out, tears already spilling down his cheeks. “baby, she’s here. you did it. you did it.”

you let out a sob clutching her in your arms, hands shaking as they come up to her little face. jack bends over both of you, pressing a firm kiss to your forehead, feeling his wet cheeks against your face.

“she’s perfect,” jack whispers, you nodding in agreement while feeling the post birth haze.

the nurse gently wipes him off before eventually having to take him away while you deliver the post birth.

they wrap it up quickly, after jack cut the cord, and then there’s silence, a calming silence.

“what do we name her?” you ask, looking over at the small crib by your bed, jack perched on the side of your bed.

“i always loved emery,” he whispers, arm tightening around your shoulder.

“i love it,” you whisper looking up at him, “emery grace hughes. you wanna hold her?” you ask, jack nodding eagerly.

he moves over to sit by your bed, taking his shirt off so he can be skin to skin with her. he gently lifts her up, supporting the head before laying her against his chest, a small blanket draped over top.

you must drift off without meaning to. the last thing you remember is jack sitting beside you, skin-to-skin with emery tucked against his bare chest, humming softly under his breath.

when you wake up, the room is dim, peaceful. jack is still exactly where you left him, only now Emery is swaddled again, sleeping soundly against his chest.

jack notices you stirring right away, giving you a soft, tired smile.

“hey, sleepyhead,” he whispers, brushing your hair back from your forehead. “how you feeling?”

you smile lazily, your whole body aching but your heart so full it barely mattered.

“better,” you murmur. “You two look good together.”

he lets out a small chuckle before standing to gently lay her in her crib.

“you wanna try moving, maybe get some comfy clothes on?” he asks and you nod, a little excited to be able to relax again.

he grabs your hospital bag pulling out one of his hoodies and some sweats nice and fresh before dropping them on the bed.

he moves slowly, pulling back the covers and helping you move to a seated position with your legs swung over the side of the bed. he adjust the pillows to be behind you for some support for your aching body.

he carefully slides your arms through into the hoodie before sliding it over your head, making sure your hair is all put before grabbing your underwear sliding them on you along with a pair of his sweats, making sure you don’t strain yourself and are comfy.

you look up slightly embarrassed at needing so much help, meeting his eyes, full of love and adoration.

“i’ve got you,” he says, his voice quiet but full of love. “always.”

once you were dressed in your comfy clothes, Jack smooths the hoodie down over your waist, adjusting the fabric as if making sure everything was just perfect. he leans in and kisses your forehead gently. “you look beautiful,” he says, his words genuine.

you smile, your cheeks flushing at the compliment. “i’m definitely feeling more like myself.

jack’s lips curl into a proud grin. “you always are,” he teases lightly.

before you can respond, there’s a soft knock on the door. Jack glanced toward it and back at you, his hand brushing the side of your face gently.

“you ready for them to meet her?” he asks, and you nod, before he presses a quick kiss to your lips and moving to the door glancing at you one more time, as you adjust yourself to hold emeery against your chest, him opening it seeing ellen and jim stood with a few gifts then luke and quinn, who was holding brooks in his arms.

he was sporting a big shy smile, holding tightly onto quinn probably due to the unusual environment, before wiggling out of the eldest brothers arms and attacking jacks legs.

“hey buddy,” jack laughs, picking him up to hug tight.

the others come over to you immediately gushing over the little girl in your arms.

“oh she’s perfect.” ellen coos seeing emerys little movements.

“proud of you y/n.” luke smiles, quinn nodding in agreement, they are like your brothers, ever since you and jack met in high school.

“hiya mommy,” brooks calls out from jacks arms, as he comes closer.

“hiya baby, you ready to meet your sister?” you ask, seeing his eyes widen as he nods excitedly.

jack moves him to be sat next to you, your arm over brooks shoulders as you move to hold emery over his lap, as if brooks was holding her.

“she’s so tiny mommy,” brooks says, as emerys hand comes up and clamps down around brooks finger making him squeal.

they laugh at the interaction, jack coming to sit by your legs, letting his arms drape over them, gently running his fingers up and down your legs on top of the sheets.

“you gonna look after her huh brooks?” you ask using one hand to push his hair out his face.

“yeh mommy, i’m a be the best big brother!”

[lovesickhughes]

A NONSENSE CHRISTMAS — jack hughes x reader

a/n: hello again!! i am so sorry for the delay on publishing fics for the christmas collection! finals szn came and went and then i had major writer’s block last week, so that delayed my writing, BUT!! i am finally done exams and now back to regular scheduled programming. this is only my second smut piece, and i’m still figuring out my style and what i enjoy writing, so please beware and be kind! more to come soon, i hope you enjoy!!

summary: when jack decides to gift you an early christmas gift, he didn't think it through when he was left wanting to rip it completely off.

warnings: 18+ material — oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex, praise kink (please lmk if i missed anything!)

word count: 3.8k

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Jack loved spoiling Y/n with gifts, despite her constant protests every time a random bouquet of flowers appeared on the dining room table after she got home from a day out, or how almost every time he would come home from a long away-game stretch; he’d greet her alongside a gift he had found during his time away. Y/n was greatly appreciative of his gift giving, and repeatedly told Jack ‘he didn’t have to,’ but all she would receive in return would be a shrug of his shoulders or a remark along the lines of he ‘did it because he wanted to.’

And she would have thought that over the years it would slowly dissipate, especially around the holidays– considering it was the season of giving and that was part of what Christmas entailed– but, here she was with a velvet red gift bag placed on her lap with holiday themed tissue paper. 

“Jack, what did I say this year about the random gifts?” Y/n softly whined, her voice filled with warmth.

The brunette snickered from across from her, seated in the corner of the L-shaped couch, the plush cushions engulfing his frame. As Y/n  looked over at him with her eyes squinted in skepticism, she took in his appearance, his body covered in a pair of black joggers, paired with a light brown hoodie that made him look as comfortable and cozy as he could be; his lucious brown hair was messy under his white baseball cap that he wore backwards on his head, the brown tips of his hair sticking out the sides and back.

“I know you said no surprise gifts before Christmas, but this one’s different,” he assured, raising his hand out to her. Y/n tilted her head to the side, even more concerned at what was waiting to be revealed. “We’re both going to like this one.” He continued with a small smirk on his face, his tongue toying with the inside of his lip as he attempted to contain his grin. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Y/n  asked, her voice hesitant as she anticipated the reveal, and all Jack gave was a reassuring nod to prompt her to open the gift. 

Delicately pulling the tissue paper out of the bag, she began to see what appeared to be a dark green box, and immediately her brows furrowed in confusion as to what it would be. Typically Y/n was able to identify any gift she received from any friend or family member, simply by the shape of the packaging, but from Jack, a narrow, medium sized box that contained something she was able to tell was light when she lifted it out of the bag, completely threw off her perception. 

Y/n had placed the gift bag on the floor, next to her feet and balled up the tissue paper, throwing it into the bag, balancing the covered box on her knees before her. Lifting the lid of the box and letting the hollow bottom slowly slide off as gravity pulled it down, she slowly placed the lid to the side and investigated what looked to be a piece of dark red fabric. 

Y/n looked up to Jack for answers through her eyes; narrow and brows pulled together in confusion, “and this is supposed to be…” Y/n trailed off, waiting for Jack to give her an answer.

“You’ll see, baby, just keep opening the gift.” He encouraged, now shifting himself forward to rest his elbows on his knees in anticipation for Y/n to figure out what he had gifted her with.

She shook her head with a smile breaking through her mouth at her giddy boyfriend who looked like a kid in a candy shop as he watched. Y/n’s eyes avert back down to the box, and she reaches for the fabric that was neatly folded in the velvet interior of the box. 

As she pulled the fabric out, holding it between two fingers, she let it fall out in length and immediately it was like a lightbulb had been lit in her mind, cluing into what he had gotten her as a present. 

Before her, Y/n held a new lingerie set. 

When she looked over to Jack, now holding the see-through lace, a proud, smug smirk had already erupted on his face as she came to the realization. 

“You got me lingerie?” She questioned to confirm what rested in her hands, still in disbelief at the surprising gesture. 

Jack nodded proudly, “Mhm, y’know I had been thinking that I don’t remember you having a red set,” he paused, his eyes darting up as he acted as if he was blissfully previewing the mental image of her in a revealing piece of lingerie, “and I thought red was a pretty festive colour, so why not give you an early Christmas gift.” Jack stated proudly, a wide grin on his face as he quickly swept off his backwards hat to run a hand through his hair. 

For whatever reason that she couldn’t quite pinpoint, the smug, ego-filled look on Jack’s face rubbed her in a way that a craving for revenge started to erupt through her veins. He thought he could be sneaky enough to get her all flustered with the romantic gesture, that she wouldn’t know what to do with it or herself, but unbeknownst to Jack, in that moment she wanted nothing more than to get back at him, and have him a stuttering, breathless mess. 

“Thank you, J, it’s beautiful.” Y/n thanked with a soft, sweet voice, blinking her eyes in his direction with a bit more emphasis than usual. 

“Of course, babe, anything for you.” He mumbled as he came in to plant a wet kiss on her cheek. 

Quickly, Y/n turned her head to his, reaching her own hand to his jaw to stop him from turning away before she meet his lips, placing an intimate kiss filled with electricity on his soft lips. 

“Why don’t you stay here for just a sec, babe, I wanna see if this fits, then if I need a different size, we can get a different one.” Y/n said as she gave him another quick peck to the lips and raised a hand to rub his broad chest, feeling the toned muscles under the fabric of his hoodie. 

Jack hummed in approval before leaning back onto the couch with his hands placed behind his head to support his neck as he slowly watched her get up from the couch, feeling his gaze bleed through her as she walked down the hallway to the shared bedroom to change. 

While discarding her current clothes and slipping on the red lace, Y/n mentally cursed Jack for being almost too thoughtful, both of them knowing he knew the exact size she needed. But, Y/n didn’t want to let him get away that easy; to think he had won this unspoken battle of who would unfold first, so to heat the moment up, she quickly padded over to her bed, crawling onto the cushiony mattress and sprawled out on the plush duvet cover, posing in a way Y/n knew would catch Jack’s attention. 

“Hey, Jack! Can you come and help me? I can’t get this last clasp.” She called out to Jack who still was seated in the living room, waiting for her grand reveal. Y/n bit her lip in excitement as she heard his sock-clad feet pad along the hardwood floor, the sound increasingly getting louder the closer he got to the room, her blood vibrated with anticipation and lust as she knew the consequences of her actions that were about to come for teasing Jack. 

“You sure there’s a clasp, babe? I didn’t think–” Jack started as he turned into the bedroom, his voice immediately coming to a halt when he came face to face with Y/n posed on the bed, in the lace outfit that barely covered her body. “Oh.” Was all Jack said as he stood in place next to the door, arms dropped to his sides with his eyebrows raised in surprise. 

Y/n pulled herself up to her knees and faced Jack’s frame from the bed, her arms attempting to reach behind her body. “Yeah, I thought y’know, there was a clasp near the bra area I needed to do up when I put it on… I can’t seem to get it though…” Y/n trailed off, giving Jack a different energy as she batted her eyelashes in his direction and biting the inside of her lip. 

Jack had a different expression on his face now, one that was more lustful, his eyes seemed more dark with hunger, and she watched as his tongue trailed his bottom lip as his eyes never left hers. He slowly inched forward, quickly pulling off his hat to reveal his messy– but perfect– brown curls, and when he reached the side of the bed, closest to where Y/n sat, his arms reached out to her, while his fingers slowly danced on the side of her torso and pulling Y/n to turn around and have her back to him. 

“Why don’t you let me help with that then,” Jack said alluringly, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. Y/n’s body was now flush against Jack’s broad chest before he delicately leaned her forward to investigate the back of the lingerie piece, and her hands caught her weight, placing them on either side of her knees that were bent underneath her frame. 

Y/n’s breaths had changed their rhythm, now more slow but jagged as she focused on the feeling of Jack’s calloused hands slowly rubbing up and down her sides as he looked for the mentioned clasp. She could even hear his own deep breathing, each of them not needing words to explain how either of them were feeling. 

Jack hummed slowly, “Hmm, doesn’t seem like there is one.”

Y/n turned back around to face him, his figure towering over her as she looked up at him from the bed. “Oh, well that’s okay, it still fits amazing,” She assured, before a smirk pulled to her face, “what do you think, J?” She asked slowly as she dragged out the question, knowing her seductive tactics were becoming more effective. 

Jack snickered to himself, his tongue toying with the inside of his cheek and his one hand finding its place on her hip, tightly gripping the exposed skin. 

“I mean, baby, this is…” he trailed off, not being able to formulate the correct words to describe his feeling, “wow, I mean– you look stunning… I can’t even put it into words, you’re just making me think all kinds of nonsense right now.” He said as his thumb rubbed small circles on her hip bone, making butterflies erupt all throughout her body. He let out a breath, “I can’t even begin to explain what this is doing to me– and what I want to do to you– you are just… fuck, you are so gorgeous, babe.” He exasperated and Y/n smiled to herself, knowing her attempts at making him flustered were working in her favour.

“Well, why don’t you just show me what this is making you want to do to me?” She asked softly, her own hand reaching up to the side of his face to caress his cheek and jawline. Jack leaned into her touch, a small chuckle falling off his tongue as he smiled with his eyes closed. 

“Oh yeah?” Jack questioned. 

It wasn’t long until his eyes were back on Y/n, filled with lust and determination as he leaned down to place a kiss on her lips. This kiss was different, though. It was filled with desire, the type of kiss that was addictive and caused her to crave more and more. Y/n’s breath hitched as Jack deepened the kiss, her hands balancing her weight as she leaned back onto them as Jack continued to lean forward into the kiss, his hands finding either side of her face. Jack continued to kiss Y/n with need, his tongue sliding over her bottom lip before slipping into her mouth and dancing with her own, earning a moan to fall from her throat. 

Jack pulled away to stare into Y/n’s eyes, his lips now a darker shade of pink; swollen and wet from the contact with hers. His hands that were on her face, now trailed down to her waist, guiding Y/n farther back on the mattress as he followed to hover over her frame. He stood on his knees above her, Y/n’s legs trapped between his as she watched his every move. He reached for the hem of his hoodie with either arm, crossing his hands and swiftly pulling off the fabric to reveal his toned body. 

He reached back down to her figure, his lips finding hers once again as his hands were placed on either side of her shoulders to hold himself over. His one hand lifted to come to Y/n’s side, gripping her skin with his calloused hand, earning a response from her body as her back arched, pushing her closer to his frame. 

Jack pulled away from Y/n’s lips, earning a whine from her at the loss of contact before his lips attached to her jawline, kissing upward towards her ear with soft, slow kisses against the skin. When he reached her ear, she could hear his staggered breath as his lips reached for just below her ear, placing a long, wet kiss on the sensitive spot, making sure to suck lightly before making his way down her neckline. 

When he reached her collarbone and gave it the desired amount of kisses, he pulled away, looking up to Y/n who had never let her eyes drift away from his movements. He quickly leaned in for a peck to the lips before his hands found their way to each of the straps on the lingerie. 

“Y’know, as much as I love this set on you, baby,” he began, his fingers hooking under the shoulder straps, “fuck, is it ever making me want to rip it off of you.” He chuckled. Y/n smiled to herself as she watched Jack slide the red lace off of her figure, pulling it past her arms and down her torso, eventually leaving Y/n bare beneath him. Feeling exposed, her arms begin to cross to cover herself, but that was quickly stopped by Jack’s hands, who pinned them against her own body. “Don’t.” Was all Jack said, but she knew what he meant. He leaned forward, down so close to her head so that his mouth was right beside her ear, “why don’t I make you feel as good as seeing you in that little outfit made me feel.” He prompted, earning a nod from Y/n. Jack’s lips attached back onto her neck, more quickly this time trailing down to her collarbone before moving down her chest even further until her breasts were directly in his line of sight.

She silently watched Jack, her bottom lip between her teeth as her chest heaved up and down in anticipation. 

“Hmm?” Jack hummed as he looked up at her, his mouth just inches away from her nipples that urged for some sort of stimulation, making her squirm underneath his figure. “You want me to make you feel good?” He asked softly, his voice hoarse from whispering. 

Y/n nodded her head desperately, wanting some sort of feeling of release from Jack, but he only tilted his head. 

“Use your words, Y/n.” He continued, prompting Y/n to respond as his large, warm hands found each of her breasts, cupping the soft skin in his own. 

“Yes, Jack, please.” Y/n urged, her back pushing off the mattress 

“Please what, baby. Use your words.” He continued, making Y/n throw her head back in frustration and she could feel Jack’s smirk on his face as he rested his chin on her sternum. 

Y/n looked back up to Jack, whose eyes never left hers. “Please make me feel good.” She whined, a small pout forming on her lip and it was like a switch for Jack to begin sending pleasure throughout her body. Instantly his lips found her one nipple, sucking and swirling his tongue along the sensitive tip, earning a loud moan to release from Y/n’s mouth at the burst of pleasure that erupted through her veins. His other hand occupied her other breast that wasn’t receiving attention from his mouth, rolling her sensitive bud between his fingers, making Y/n moan and squirm underneath his touch. 

Slowly, his head moved further down her body until she could feel his warm breath on each of her thighs, the contrast of his rough hands gripping the soft skin of her inner thighs sent shivers throughout her body, and when Jack began placing delicate kissing trailing from her inner thighs to her core, the feeling of his tongue on her pussy felt electric– sending shocks of pleasure through her body. 

Jack worked effortlessly to make Y/n feel good, his tongue working in rhythms and in response to her body’s language; the squeeze of her thighs against his head, how her hand flew to his brown locks– gripping in pleasure as the knot in her stomach tightened– and the rolling of her hips as he continued to devour her like it was his last meal. 

“God, Jack, I’m close,” Y/n whimpered, feeling the climax of her orgasm slowly building as tingles fled through her veins. In response, she heard him hum and mumble words of encouragement, sending vibrations through her core and body. “Jack,” She called out again to let him know the knot in her stomach was about to come undone, but before her orgasm would flood through her body with euphoria, Y/n felt the cold air hit her pussy as Jack pulled away. He pulled himself up to meet her face and she squirmed under his body at the loss of contact. 

Whining in desperation, she reached an arm up to the nape of his neck and lightly tug at the curls as he leans down, catching his weight with either arms beside her head, and meets her lips, Y/n’s slick that had transferred to his chin now rubbing against her own skin. 

Jack pulls away, a grin on his face as he looks into her eyes, “I’ll let you come, Y/n, don’t worry about that.” He assured as his finger fell under her chin and tilted her head up. “But I want you to come all over my cock so you can feel how you in the little red piece makes me feel.” 

Y/n was left with her mouth agape, laying under Jack’s frame as she took in his words. While processing her own thoughts, Jack quickly slipped out of his pants and boxers, stroking his hard-on a few times as he adjusted himself at her entrance. 

As he slowly pressed into her, sliding in and filling her out, Y/n’s mouth fell further open than before, and she moaned at the feeling of Jack bottoming her out fully. Her hand found his own wrist that was planted next to her hip and grip his forearm tightly as they both adjusted to his size. 

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight.” Jack groaned as he looked down to Y/n with hooded eyes, and she nodded in encouragement for him to begin thrusting. 

Immediately Jack begins to slowly pull away and before she can decipher the feeling, Y/n was welcomed with deep, thorough strokes and the sound of Jack’s skin slapping against hers. 

Her hand found her own clit to send a pulse of pleasure through her veins as Jack began to increase the speed of his movements, and his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he focused on the sight below him and his thrusts, concentrating on the noises that fell from Y/n’s  lips with each stroke. 

“Jack,” she called out, unable to form a complete sentence as the pleasure that was erupting through her body consumed her. Jack's deep thrusts had now increased into a rhythm that left her at a loss for words. All that consumed the bedroom was the sound of their bodies intertwining and pleasure filling each of their bodies. 

“Yeah, baby? You like that?” Jack asked through staggered breaths, his own rhythm quickening his heart rate. “You look perfect taking my cock so good– such a good girl takin’ all of me.” He continued, clearly in a state of bliss as his own orgasm approached. 

“Jack, fuck–” Y/n called out to him, her eyes tightly shut as she focused on the orgasm that was on the brink of consuming her whole body. “Please, Jack, I’m gonna come.” She moaned, her head thrown back onto the pillows beneath her head as she felt the knot in her stomach release and the rush of euphoria, flooding her body and sending tingles all throughout. 

Y/n continued to whimper at the sensitive feelings as Jack continues to thrust, his own climax soon following after, and he remains in her for a moment to gather himself before slowly pulling out, earning a soft whimper from Y/n at the loss of fullness and slight ache from the fresh contact. 

Jack quickly plants a kiss on her lips before he slips off the bed to reach for the nightstand beside the mattress that has a soft cloth they kept at arm's length in case of needing to clean any messes from their adventures together. 

It wasn’t long after that Y/n found herself in a drowsy state, laying her head against Jack’s broad chest, his bare skin warm and covered with a thin layer of sweat from his prior movements. Jack’s hands found her hip, tracing small, soft and delicate shapes against her skin. Each of them laid in each other’s comfort, silence falling over the room as she came back to her senses. 

“So, what I’m gathering is I need more lingerie in my closet to make you pull that side of you out again.” Y/n chuckled as she looked up to meet Jack’s eyes. 

A smug smile erupted on his face, his thoughts clearly tracing back to the mental image of Y/n in her new outfit. “There’s no point.” Jack shrugged. 

She squinted her eyes and pulled her lips into a flat line, “and why’s that?” She pressed. 

Jack only chuckled, “because it’ll be off more often than you’d wear it.” Earning a playful scoff and swat of her hand to the brunette. 

[rowdyluv]

Talk to Me - jh86

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: jack is stressing over how y/n is bottling something up that happened at the event they attended together. but he just wants her to open up to him like she always has

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2k

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: mild language, angst, fake dating, anxious themes, oblivious characters,

© property of rowdyluv ; do not copy and re-upload as your own - anywhere. do not place my work inside AI codes, do not translate.

"Quinn, man, she's just not herself," Jack said, his forehead creased with worry as he talked to his brother’s face through the phone. The bright screen cast a bluish glow on his face, making the shadows under his eyes more pronounced. “Well. She’s herself by being closed off and not telling people what’s wrong. But.”

“But…. she’s not telling you what’s wrong and that isn’t like her.” Quinn cut his younger, middle brother off.

Jack hummed in response. Relieved that Quinn at least understood that part of the situation. Quinn has known her just as long as him, so he figured calling big brother was an appropriate option for some advice.

Quinn's voice grew softer. "Jack, have you ever thought that maybe Y/n's still dealing with what went down at the charity gala? You know she isn’t actually superwoman contrary to your all’s longest running matching halloween costumes.”

Jack was quiet for a moment. Contemplating how to answer his brother’s absurd question. “Of course I have, Q. That is all I have thought about for four days now.” Jack drug one of his hands down his face and groaned in frustration. “Since when do her and I not talk to each other?”

Quinn sighs heavily on the other side of the screen, his voice thick with annoyance towards his brother’s oblivion. "Jack, you know, you can be pretty clueless sometimes.”

“What the fuck Quinn? How did this suddenly become the time to insult me?”

Quinn rolled his eyes and propped his phone up on his coffee table. He sat up, placing his elbows on his knees, looking right at Jack through the phone’s camera. "Jack, she is your best friend. You claim to know everything about her. Or that you know her best. If that is true, we wouldn’t be on the phone arguing about why she’s avoiding what happened."

Jack frowned and whispered, feeling attacked. "I do know her best.”

“And I know you both pretty damn well.” Quinn laughed. “So. I'm going to bet that she isn't avoiding the topic of the WAGs.”

“That’s the dumbest thing I’ve heard you say this month.”

“Do you want to hear what I have to say or not, dumbass?”

Jack didn't respond to him, hoping he would take the silence as an invitation.

“Alright then. If what you told me about the ‘special moment’ you two shared is true. She could be avoiding you because of that. Think about that one.

Jack’s eyes snapped to the phone, his heart racing. He felt like the air was being sucked out of the room. “What do you mean? We have shared many hugs before. Many close moments. So what I felt like I was in heaven at that moment? She didn’t but I had it for a minute. She doesn’t care?.”

“Would you listen to yourself? Many close moments, many hugs, felt like you were in heaven? What about her? What did she feel? Had you discussed being that open about your arrangement in public yet? Or did you blindside her to have your fill?”

“Quinn.. I—. I have to go. Thank you, I love you.”

“Love you too, Jacky. Good luck.”

‘Rowdy dude. I believe you fucked up.’

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Jack stared at the phone screen for a moment longer before hanging up. He had been pacing the length of his bedroom, his thoughts a tumultuous mess. Quinn’s words echoed in his mind, making him feel like he had missed something crucial. He took a deep breath and headed to the couch where Y/n was curled up, fast asleep. Her chest gently rose and fell with each breath, and the soft light from the nearby lamp danced across her features. Jack was not going to wake her to let her know he was running out. He grabbed a pen and paper to leave her a note.

He scribbled down a quick message, feeling his stomach knot at the thought of her finding it. "Gone to grab a few things. Be back soon. Love ya, J." He placed the note on the coffee table and grabbed his keys. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving the apartment eerily quiet.

Jack drove to the local floral shop, his mind racing with thoughts of what to say to her. The cool evening air brushed against his skin as he exited the car and walked through the quiet streets. The bell on the door jingled merrily as he stepped into the warm, fragrant oasis of color. The woman behind the counter looked up from her book, a gentle smile spreading across her face. "Can I help you find something?"

"I'm looking for some flowers," he began, his voice a bit shakier than he'd like. "I need lilies, daffodils, and some cosmos."

The woman nodded understandingly, her eyes twinkling. "Ah, sounds like you're trying to brighten someone's day," she said knowingly. "Lilies for purity, daffodils for new beginnings, and cosmos for a bit of whimsy. A lovely combination."

Jack couldn't help but chuckle nervously. "I hope so. They're for my best friend, Y/n. She's had a tough week."

The woman's smile grew as she began to gather the flowers. "Best friends are the best kind of people to have. Tell her they're for making bad days a bit brighter."

Jack nodded, his mind racing. "Could you make them into a bouquet, please?"

"Of course, dear," the woman replied warmly. "Let me wrap these up for you. They're going to make a beautiful bouquet."

Jack felt a twinge of hope as he watched her arrange the flowers. He knew that Y/n would appreciate the gesture, its who she is, and maybe, it would be the catalyst for the conversation they needed to have. He paid for the bouquet and stepped back out into the evening light, ready to get dinner and head back home.

The pizza place was a short drive away, a place they've been going to each week since she movec. It had the perfect blend of cheese and sauce that made their taste buds dance. As he walked in, the familiar smell of fresh dough and baked bread greeted him. The bell jingled over the door and the cashier looked up, recognizing him immediately. "Jack! The usual?" she asked with a knowing smile.

"Yes, please," he replied. She wasn’t necessarily picky with her food, but when it came to this pizza, she was a creature of habit. Pepperoni, ONLY just how she liked it. He watched as the pizzamaker expertly tossed the dough and spread the sauce, feeling a sense of comfort in the familiar routine.

As the pizza baked, Jack couldn’t help but recall the way Y/n's eyes lit up when she took that first bite, how she'd always save a piece for him to share. It was these little moments that made their friendship so special.

‘Friendship?’ His inner thoughts screamed and echoed and ping-ponged around his skull so loudly Jack didnt notice the cashier was trying to get attention to pay.

Jack nodded absentmindedly, pulling out his wallet. "Oh, right." He mumbling his apology and handed over the money. "Keep the change," he said, a little too eagerly, and practically bolted out the door.

The ride home was a blur. He barely noticed the scenery passing by, his thoughts consumed by Quinn's words and the weight of his own feelings. When he pulled up to the apartment complex, his heart felt heavier than the bouquet of flowers in his hand. The elevator ride to their floor was painfully slow, each ding of the passing floors a seeming to get louder and louder.

Jack's palms were slick with nerves as he unlocked the door and stepped into their shared space. The TV was playing softly in the background and the couch was now abandoned. He sat the pizza box on the coffee table.

He called out her name tentatively. The silence that followed was deafening.

With no response he peaked around the corner and down the hallway. There was a bit of light spilling out from under the crack of the door. He took a deep breath and went to knock gently, the bouquet in one hand, his heart in the other.

"Y/n? Can I come in?"

The door to her bedroom cracked open slightly, and a confused gaze met his from the other side. She had been crying again, Jack could see the redness around her eyes and the way her cheeks were still wet with tears.

His heart feels like it just had a skate ran over it.

Jack held out the bouquet, his heart hammering in his chest like a drum. "I brought these for you," he said softly, trying to keep his voice steady. "To make the bad days seem a bit brighter."

Y/n stared at the flowers, her eyes widening with surprise. She had never seen him so nervous before, not even when he was about to go on the ice for a big game. She took the bouquet from his hand, her fingers brushing against his in a way that sent a jolt through both their systems. The sweet scent of the lilies filled the space between them, mingling with the faint scent of her perfume. "Jack, they're beautiful," she murmured, her voice thick with unshed tears.

“I have something else, c’mon.”

Jack's voice was gentle, a stark contrast to the tumultuous emotions crashing through his mind. He stepped aside, allowing Y/n to enter the hallway to head towards the living room where the pizza waited. She followed him with a tentative step, the bouquet clutched to her chest like a lifeline.

When they reached the couch, Jack turned to face her, his eyes searching hers for any hint of what she might be feeling. "Look, Y/n, I know something's been bothering you, but I don’t want to push. If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s okay. But I want you to know that I'm here for you." He took a deep breath and held out his hand to her. "Will you come with me?"

“Our pizza and my favorite flowers? Did you cause a scandal in this fake relationship.” She feigned faked shock, knowing well he didnt. At least she hoped that he hadn’t.

Jack couldn't help but smile at her attempt to lighten the mood, but he knew this was another attempt to deflect attention. He nodded his head no "I just wanted to do something nice for you."

Y/n's eyes searched his, looking for a deeper meaning behind the flowers and pizza. She sighed, her shoulders dropping slightly. "Jack, I know you're worried, but I just don't know if I can talk about it yet."

Jack dropped his head. “I truly wanted to do something nice. But i will admit i had a few motives.”

“I’m afraid that telling you will change things for worse.

Jack looked at her, his eyes filled with concern. "Y/n, I promise you, I’m not going anywhere. You can tell me anything."

Y/n looked down at the bouquet in her hands, the petals brushing against her skin as if whispering secrets she was too afraid to speak aloud. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"Jack, I know you're trying to help, but it's just..." She paused, her voice cracking slightly.

Jack stepped closer, his hand reaching out to comfort her. "It's okay, Y/n. Take your time."

Y/n looked up at him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She took a deep breath and spoke in a hushed tone. "I've been trying to ignore it, but I can't. Have you ever wanted something so terribly bad, but you’re no good for it/them. Or do they see you differently?"

Jack's heart clenched at the pain in her voice. He went to grab her hand and she pulled away. His heart plummeted “Y/n.”

“Jack. Let me say it this way. Have you ever wanted someone so badly it physically hurt?” Y/n held Jack’s gaze silently pleading he did understand.

Jack cleared his throat before he tried to speak again. “And if I said yes, would you even believe in me?”

[fairwrite]

EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE ALRIGHT | QH43

| parings: Quinn Hughes x fem!reader

| summary: where Quinn Hughes starts an argument with the reader….

| warnings: use of y/n, yelling, blaming, kissing

| A/N: took so long to write for no reason 😣😣

MAIN MASTERLIST

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I don’t even remember how or when this argument started..

One minute I was doing the Laundry humming to myself, the next Quinn was starting an argument over the most dumbest thing ever

What’s that one thing you may ask, not putting my book back on the bookshelf after i was done reading

It happened ONCE and that one time happened to be when Quinn had an off day

I always and I mean always put my books away after I’m done with them

this time I got distracted with other things around the apartment that needed to be done because once again Quinn didn’t wash the dishes like I asked or took out the garbage like I asked

and I don’t ask for much from Quinn especially around the apartment but when I ask him to do these two things he can’t even seem to get them done

Did this argument get more worse now that I’ve started telling Quinn things about things he doesn’t do?? Well the answer is yes, unfortunately it has and that’s the point we’re at right now

“I’m just saying Y/N once you’re done with your books put them back on the bookshelf after” Quinn wasn’t looking at me when he said that “and I’m telling you that I don’t ask for much from you but when I do you don’t seem to do it” I wasn’t looking at Quinn either when I said that

“Well I’m sorry that I don’t have time to be doing the dishes, or taking out the garbage, I have better things to be worried about” Quinn grumbled “wow Quinn sorry I’m such a pain in your ass” I walked away I couldn’t stand to look at him anymore

I heard him sigh and walked over to where I had sat down on the couch

“You know I didn’t mean that Y/N” he looked at me “do I Quinn” and with that I got up and walked towards the laundry room to continue what I was doing

“Come on Y/N” “what Quinn, what do you want me to say to that? Huh, but really I’m so so sorry I’m such a pai-“ I was interrupted “Y/N” “no Quinn please tell me how I could be less annoying and more fun” I was folding the laundry very rough

And with that last comment he grabs your jaw and kisses you but not in a way to manipulate you or distract you from your thoughts but to remind you even when you both aren’t on the same side and maybe you’re spiting mean words back and forth, he loves you.

You deepen the kiss and you kiss him hard

“I don’t wanna fight” he murmurs voice strained

“I’m gonna give you some space before we both say things we are gonna regret, I love you Y/N” he’d say before kissing you once more and making his way out of the room.

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I heard the door open and then I saw Quinn with the biggest bouquet of flowers I’ve ever seen

“Quinn-“ I started “no let me talk and apologize, I’m sorry Y/N, I really am I started an argument over something stupid and childish and I’m so so sorry Baby” he’d said while handing the bouquet to me

“it’s okay Quinn and I’m sorry too for getting on you about the garbage and dishes I get that you’re busy and don’t really have time to think about these things, I’m sorry” after I had said that I put the bouquet on the coffee table

And Quinn came up and picked me up and I giggled and I looked down at him and grabbed his jaw and kissed him as I wrapped my legs around his torso and he took me to the bedroom

Everything is going to be alright because we both loved each other.

[kawhh]

I wish to go down the Jack spiral. A little. Toy use. Slightly questionable consent.

Jack? Jack just wants you. He doesn’t care if he’s obvious. Why should he wait? If he can just show you how good it would be to be fully his, you’ll understand. He’ll just keep forcing the issue.

He’s not.. reckless. He needs to have a little patience. He won’t scare you.

You’re just so nervous to do anything with him and it’s really testing what little patience he has.

Is it him? Does he make you nervous? Are you embarrassed thinking about being naked around him? Are you just that innocent?

Whatever the issue is, he needs to move this along before he goes insane. Maybe you’d feel better if he used a toy? Eased you into it? A little vibrator. You wouldn’t be scared of that would you? He’s buying one online instantly. Why was he wasting time before this?

He’s invited you over to cuddle. It’s an innocent plan. You won’t think anything of it and you won’t get stressed out. You’ll be comfortable and safe.

You don’t notice how he’s staring at you. Watching you. Don’t see him fiddling with the vibrator in his pocket. Don’t think anything of him lifting you on top of him. It’s not unusual for him.

He’s wrapping his arms around you, feeling you freeze slightly at how tight he’s holding you.. you can feel him under you.

Feel him against your thigh. He can barely contain his moan at the nervousness on your face. You’re so adorable. And you’ll be fully his soon enough.

He’s sliding the vibrator in between your bodies, resting it on his stomach, pulling you up him slightly so it rests on your clit before you can even react.

You’re like a little startled rabbit when he turns it on. You’re trying to squirm away and he’s having none of it - just using more of his strength to keep you exactly where he wants you. He just needs time to show you. You’re crying and it’s just so. Damn. Cute.

He can’t have you moving too much though. You’ll move the vibrator. You can be a good girl, can’t you?

He’ll just grab your hips and grind you against it. That’ll solve the problem.

He’ll just have you cum until you learn the lesson. You couldn’t possibly be as nervous around him after you’re dazed by the pleasure he can give you.

He’ll keep you trapped for hours if that’s what it takes. You can pass out if you want - he’ll just keep you there. Your body will learn.

[cyberhughes]

— 𝓣𝓸𝓸 𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ quinn hughes

🌊 chapter one: awkward.

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*:･✧* 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: quinn hughes x fem!oc

*:･✧* 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: swearing, jack lowk being a perv for a quick second, nothing really happens here, just quinn being awkward as fuck lol

𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮: hope you guys had some fun new year celebrations <3 i was under the table eating grapes bc lord knows there cannot be a repeat of 2024💀💀🙏🙏also i only reviewed this like once so just ignore any spelling errors if there’s any🎀

series masterlist + character intros

it had been eight years—nearly a decade since aurora had seen the hughes brothers. though she could still picture their boyish grins and foolish antics like it was just yesterday.

they hadn’t kept in touch much since they moved, aurora and luke would facetime around the holidays, but never jack and quinn. aurora missed them of course, but she was happy that they were pursuing their dreams, touring different cities and playing in the nhl.

it had been a year and a half since her brother ashton announced his engagement to his highschool sweetheart, melissa. the couple would be having their wedding in michigan, wanting to keep it small and intimate.

this wasn’t a shock to aurora, the couple not being the type of people to want a super extravagant wedding. what was a shock however, was hearing that they would be having their wedding at the lake house.

quinn’s lake house.

it was a beautiful property, and perfect for the intimate wedding they were envisioning. quinn had also wanted to host them the few nights leading up to the wedding, not wanting them to spend any more money than they had to on a hotel.

it was beyond generous, and because of this aurora knew he hadn’t changed. he was always doing everything he could for others, always wanting to put a smile on everyone’s faces.

and thats why, for the week leading up to their flight, aurora would spend every minute preparing herself for the reunion. he hadn’t changed, but she had.

he hadn’t seen her in eight years, the version of aurora he knew was long gone. she no longer had braces and bushy eyebrows, but had grown into a beautiful young woman. she was 21, but she still felt that childish need to impress them, almost needing to seem more mature than she really was.

she’d prove that she wasn’t that same little girl anymore.

the cool summer breeze sent a chill down aurora’s spine, or maybe it was the nervousness that was finally setting in upon their arrival in michigan. the airport was busy, families bustling around, probably arriving for their summer getaways as well.

“oh aren’t you so excited to see luke?” aurora’s mom placed her hands on her shoulders, giving them a small squeeze. “he’s taller than you now!”

aurora laughed at her mom’s excitement, nodding in agreement. last time she had seen luke he was barely taller than her, but she had seen photos that ellen sent and he had grown up to be the tallest of the brothers.

“oh, i think your father found ash.” her mom pointed out the black car her dad was jogging towards, luggage clunking behind him.

“RORY!” ashton exclaimed hopping out of the drivers seat, a wide smile on his face and she giggled, dropping the handle of her suitcase and practically jumped into her brother’s arms. “ASH, YOU’RE GETTING MARRIED!” she hugged him tightly, trying to make up for the months she went without him.

“really? i didn’t know!” he chuckled, pulling away and ruffling her hair with his hand, to which she pouted and tried to smooth down her hair again. “we’ll have to stop back at our place to get melissa, then we’ll go straight to the lake.” ashton explained, grabbing their suitcases and putting them into the trunk of the car.

aurora felt a tinge of excitement as they got closer to seeing the hughes,

or more specifically, quinn.

“we’re here!” the sound of gravel squeaking underneath the tires awoke aurora, signalling that they were finally at the lake house.

as they pulled into the driveway, the front door of the house swung open, revealing a 6’2 giant that aurora almost didn’t recognize, but it was that same boyish smile that she saw that made all the memories come flooding back.

“LUKEY!” aurora jumped out of the car, her brother scolding her as she ran since he hadn’t even put it in park yet.

“RORY!” she jumped into his arms and he swung her around, the two giggling and feeling like little kids again. even though they had been separated for almost a decade, it felt like nothing had changed between them.

from the car, aurora’s mom was snapping pictures of their reunion, making a joke about how they were exactly the same as when they were 13.

“holy shit,” he set her down and examined her as if he was checking that this was really her, and not some imposter. “you actually look good!” she playfully punched his shoulder at his comment. “you look good too, finally grew out of that big head huh?”

there wasn’t an ounce of awkwardness as they joked, which they were both secretly nervous about.

“now who’s this pretty little lady?” she peeked behind luke’s frame to see jack strutting towards them, a charming grin on his face.

“hey rowdy.” she rolled her eyes playfully, walking over to give him a hug. he pulled away and smirked, looking down. “when did you get those?” she looked at him puzzled, before realizing what he was talking about and her face flushed a deep red. “oh my god, you’re still such a pervert.” she shoved him away as he let out a hearty laugh.

aurora let a small smile form on her face as she looked at the two boys in front of her, she could feel her heart melting, they were all grown up.

but someone was missing.

“so uhm, where’s quinny?” she asked, taking a step backward, wanting to go back to the car to grab her suitcase, but her ankle twisted under the gravel and her eyes widened as she felt her balance disappear.

she thought she’d fall, but instead she felt a hard surface on her back and two hands on her arms, and she craned her head to look up.

holy shit.

“q-quinn!” she scrambled out of his hold, straightening out to face him. he looked like a completely different. he was taller of course, his hair was longer and messier, not how he had it as a kid where it was clean cut and combed. he had a scruffy beard and his eyes were tired.

she couldn’t quite decipher what the look in his eyes meant as he stared back at her, but the second he blinked it was gone, and he offered a small smile, but something felt different about it. “how are you, aurora?”

aurora.

not rory.

“i’m good…” she nodded her head slowly, taken aback by the awkwardness of the situation. was he not excited to see her? she could feel her cheeks heating up in embarrassment. “and you?”

“doing good.” he pressed his lips in a straight line and tucked his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

from behind them, jack could be seen whispering into luke’s ear, “this is kind of fucking weird, right?” the younger boy nodded in agreement. they didn’t really know how the thought quinn would react to seeing her again, but it was surely wasn’t like this

“THESE SUITCASES ARENT GOING TO UNLOAD THEMSELVES!” they heard ashton yell jokingly from the car, pretending to struggle as he carried them out.

“i’ll go help your brother, jack and luke can show you around.” quinn said and aurora hesitantly nodded.

before he could fully turn around, she decided to grab his arm, and pull him into a quick hug. “i’m happy to see you, quinn.” she said quietly and he stood there feeling shocked.

he looked down at the girl hugging him with wide eyes. hesitantly, he wrapped his arms around her, finally reciprocating the greeting.

aurora blushed as she felt his muscles tense as she hugged him, he was definitely much more built than he was 8 years ago.

she pulled away and gave him a smile and he could see the same twinkle in her eyes she had all those years ago. he returned the smile and nodded, before going to help ashton.

she watched the way he jogged to the car and could feel her stomach turning. this was a different quinn, it wasn’t her quinn.

“OKAY!” jack clapped his hands together, breaking the tension in the air. “let’s give you a tour, yeah?”

aurora nodded, following the two brothers into the house, but not before trying to catch one last look at quinn.

maybe he had changed, after all.

the rest of the day had been relaxed, the grays —asides from ashton, getting a tour of the house, taking a peek at the boat, having a nice barbecue dinner, and ending the day with a fee card games.

the tiredness of travelling had hit them and they decided that it was time to head to bed, everyone heading to their designated rooms. aurora was rooming with luke since the two had wanted to catch up and have relive the times where they would have sleepovers back in the day.

and now it was 2 am, and aurora was laying wide awake beside luke, staring at the way the ceiling fan spun around, mirroring the way her mind was spinning.

quinn had barely talked to her all day. she had locked eyes with him a few times but he broke the eye contact before it even started.

she thought that maybe he was mad at her for not keeping touch after they moved, but the phone works both ways, right?

the overthinking paired with the summer heat had made her thirsty. she didn’t want to have to wake luke up, but she also felt shy to grab her self a glass from the kitchen since she hadn’t been here long.

“lukey.” she turned to face the snoring boy, poking him gently on the arm. he shifted, but didn’t wake up. she could only wish she was as good a sleeper like him.

she bit her lip and sat up, deciding to just go by herself. she put on her fuzzy socks before tip toeing out of the bedroom, trying her hardest to not make any noise to disturb anyone.

she had made her way to the kitchen through the hallway that was decorated in family photos. being successful in keeping quiet she searched the cabinets, still in the dark, before finding herself a glass and filling it up with tap water.

she sighed as she placed the cup down, looking out the window at the lake. she was kind of jealous that quinn had a view like this right in his backyard, but then again he worked extremely hard for it.

she went to wash her cup in the sink when suddenly the light flickered on and she whipped her head around to see who was there.

it was quinn, of course. he was wearing a pair of plaid pyjama pants and a grey tshirt, the waistband of his pants slightly hanging low, and aurora found her eyes wandering lower and lower.

“are you okay?” he asked softly, and it was probably the most he had said to her the whole day. she noticed his hair was messy, and his eyes not fully open, meaning that she had woken him up.

“yeah, i’m sorry, i was just getting some water.” he nodded at her response as she placed the cup in the drying rack beside the sink.

they stood in an silence for a moment. quinn scratched the hair on his chin, opting to break the awkward silence, “are you okay sleeping with luke? if you want, you can take my room.” he offered. he recognized that he hadn’t been the most welcoming towards her, and was trying break the tension.

“i couldn’t, you’re already doing so much for ash and us.” she politely rejected. “well if he snores too loud, the offer will still be there.” he said and she nodded, the awkwardness making it’s return. they stood there another moment before he pursed his lips and nodded, turning on his heels to go back to his bedroom.

“did i do something wrong?” she asked, stopping him and his tracks, voice louder than she had intended to.

he turned his head and shook his head. “no, you didn’t, why?” he asked and she shrugged her shoulders. “uhm…nothing.” she brushed it off and he nodded.

“goodnight,” he stopped as if to think,

“rory.”

[corrodedcoffins-blog]

The little moments

jack hughes x youtuber!reader

note: inspired by the time i got my first boyfriend flowers after only dating girls

The sound of keys in the lock and loud noise their door makes when it opens prompts Jack to look up from his phone while staying in his spot on the couch.

Y/n had gone grocery shopping the only reason Jack didn’t go with her was because the girl said she was vlogging it for her second channel.

After quickly setting the bags down, the older girl makes her way to the couch, coming behind Jack and wrapping her arms around his neck while she leaves a kiss on his cheek.

“Hey, honey.” She mumbles against his face while leaving more kisses down his neck, Jack’s hands coming to hold her arms that were now resting on his chest.

“Mmm, baby, I missed you.” The younger boy mumbles back while his lips rest on her wrist, his phone long forgotten in his lap.

“Oh! I got you a little something..” “What is it?” Jack asks, turning his head to look at the bags on the counter, though he wasn’t fast enough for Y/n to redirect his head forward, “Don’t look, close your eyes!” hesitantly he agrees, closing his eyes as he here’s shuffling and plastic wrap from behind him.

“Okay. Hold out your hands.” Jack immediately listens to the demand, and he feels something healthier than he expected, and larger, wrapped in the plastic he heard, “Open!”

Opening his eyes, he’s face to face with a bouquet of mostly red tulips, some with orange tips. A soft smile spreads on Jack’s face realising they’re for him when he sees the little tag with his name and a ‘love your gorgeous, amazing, talented, generous girlfriend’ hand written by said girlfriend, with her long message curving upwards because she couldn’t fit all the adjectives. 

It wasn’t often that boy’s got flowers from their girlfriends, in Jack’s case never. The thought of his girl seeing these flowers and thought of him enough to get them for him, making him feel so loved with such a small action. It made him realise why girl’s asked for them so much, something he was now planning to do more often for Y/n.

“Thank you, baby. I love them.” “I love you.” “I love you too.”

~taglist~

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[rowdydevs-nhl]

+18 -> smut | Jack finds your Tumblr account (… and you’re reading stories about him 👀🤭)

𝓙𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓗𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓮𝓼 𝔁 𝓯𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

c/w: pet names, swearing, new relationship, kissing, they have not had sex yet, brief unprotected p in v, fingering, spanking, oral (female receiving), oral (brief; male receiving), praise, teasing, handjob, finger sucking, cum tasting, ownership kink, sex toys, brief rough sex, Jack goes through the reader’s things, thigh-slapping, the reader says she wants to have sex and they agree for round 2 he surprises her by switching the toy with himself

*the red indented text is the Tumblr story*

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Jack lay sprawled on your bed, his legs were draped off the edge, lazily tossing a practice ball into the air as he waited for you to get out of the shower. The faint hiss of water running in the bathroom had an oddly calming effect, but it did little to take his attention from the nagging temptation right beside him… your phone.

He wasn't the snooping type—or so he’d like to think. You were sweet and trusting, and your relationship was so new. The last thing he wanted was to screw it up by overstepping. But the phone vibrated again, its screen lighting up, and curiosity got the better of him.

"This is fucked," he mutters to himself, glancing toward the bathroom door to make sure you wouldn't catch him nonetheless.

He froze as he unlocked the screen, his jaw falling slack with shock. It wasn’t TikTok or Instagram… It wasn't Pinterest or anything he had seen before. This was something entirely different. “Shit,” he whispers, running his hand over his smirk as he continues to read the porn on the page before him.

Mhmm… Yeah. Sure. Is that why you're wearin’ that set I bought you, pretty? Just wanted to sit around? It’s almost like you wanted this to happen,” he mumbles, calling you out completely as he kicks his bedroom door shut, slamming the lock with a smirk before flicking his backward cap to the side.

"Maybe," you whisper, fighting back a smile as Jack lies on the floor.

His palm slams over his lips as he gasps and chuckles— eyes widening on the page as he reads his name. What the fuck is this? Is this a romance novel? I mean—I guess… He thinks to himself. Not just romantic in the generic sense, but detailed, explicit, and absolutely nothing like what he was expecting his sweet, innocent girlfriend to read.

Jack palms at his cock, already pushing against his pants. Finding him not getting off on the words he was consuming but the woman consuming them. His mind spins with the thought of you reading this with one hand on your phone and the other in your panties, playing with yourself as you read each filthy word about how your boyfriend fucks.

Jack's lips twitch into a grin as he scrolls down a few lines. “No way…” He shakes his head in disbelief, reading a little more.

Goddamn, you're lucky my brother’s not home… Hate for him to hear what a slut you are for me.” He quickly rolls you to your back, your hands still firmly wrapped. The veins in his neck protruded, that same smile still slicked on his lips. He grabs your wrists, pinning them against the carpet with a bruising grip.

The contrast between the innocent image he had of you and the vivid story on your screen sent a rush of warmth through him, his body tingling, heart pumping fast. He even found himself getting a little bashful at the thought of it, turning slightly only to see his blushed cheeks in the reflection of your floor-length mirror.

"Wow," he whispers.

Unable to help himself now, Jack's curiosity grows. He returns the phone to the bed and lets his eyes wander around your room. It’s cozy, filled with little personal touches—string lights, a collection of books, the aroma of your vanilla candle wafting in the air. His eyes fall onto your nightstand, and for just a second, he does hesitate. But he wants to know more.

"C’mon, man. Don't do it," he whispers, scolding himself, already reaching for the handle.

The drawer opens, nothing out of the ordinary: the chapstick he loves, an extra phone charger, a few books.

“Damn…” He freezes again. A pair of pink fuzzy handcuffs from your Halloween costume were tucked to the side, half-hidden by a scarf. He grabs the scarf, pulling it out nice and slow, finding a black satin bag below it.

Jack’s heart races, a mix of surprise and exhilaration coursing through his veins. “Holy shit, princess. What do we have here, huh?” He whispers, grinning like he had just found hidden treasure. He can only imagine what’s inside; he had a couple of ideas based on the silhouettes alone. He never imagined you’d have something like this. Not you, the girl who blushed when he kissed your forehead in public.

“Damnit.” He slams the drawer shut as he hears something, making the contents rattle. He lifts his fingers and runs them through his hair. His heart pounding in his head softens, letting him hear a new sound.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. He looks down at your phone, but the screen is black— no call or alarm coming in. His eyes double as he looks down in the other direction, getting closer to the source. He grabs the handle, pulls the drawer open, and sees the contents inside shifted from how hard he shut it.

He pulls back the scarf, watching the satin bag vibrate and turn slowly. Jack snatches the bag and peers inside, gasping again as he sees your toys. He didn’t recognize two—more familiar with the third. He pulls the rabbit vibrator out of the bag, watching in awe and lust as it swirls and shakes. He snaps himself out of his daze enough to shut it off.

Jack looks down at his body and then toward the door, curiosity getting the better of him. He tosses the bag to the bed and loops his fingers around his grey sweats, tugging them down enough to release his aching cock. His length slaps against his shirt, standing straight with a slight curve.

He lifts the vibrator in one hand, hissing at the contact when he wraps his fist around the other. Jack holds them up next to each other, smiling smugly as he catches all the differences playing in his favor. He could see all the veins and ridges of his cock where the toy was smooth, the girth of his dick wider than the silicone shaft. Jack pumps his dick a few times, feeling the blood pump through it.

He tosses his head back as he drags his hand up a little more, lowering his eyes again to watch the bead of precum that was gathered at his swollen tip roll slowly down the side. Jack looks back at the toy one last time, thinking about your warm, wet cunt swallowing up the smaller silicon tip— your glossy hole fluttering as the shaft vibrated with you.

He rolls out his neck, feeling himself embarrassingly close to cumming at his thoughts alone. Jack puts the toy back in the satin bag carefully, setting it down in its place softly, shutting the drawer slowly, attempting to compose himself as the bathroom door opens.

You step into the room, wrapped in a towel, your wet hair cascading over your shoulders. Jack struggles to sit up, his big body floundering slightly as he attempts to look casual—his usual swagger long gone. His cheeks flush even more; lip, bitten between his teeth to hold back his nervous chuckle, which quickly breaks loose.

"What's so funny?" You ask, cocking an eyebrow as you walk over to your dress, grabbing your lotion from the top.

Jack’s pretty eyes draw to your hands as you spread the creamy white between them, swirling it over your soft skin as a smug smile plays on his perfect lips.

Jack stands up, crossing the room in a couple of strides before wrapping his strong arms around your waist. He tilts down, kissing your forehead, then your nose, lingering on your pillowy lips before tucking himself in your neck, lips dusting your ear. "I found your shit, princess,” he rasps, his voice deep and teasing.

You freeze for a second, your mind racing. "My shit? Wh-What do you mean?”

"The handcuffs, your stories, the—" he pauses, his smile spreading along your warm, dewy skin, "…the toys. And I thought you were a good girl." He pulls away, expecting to see your flustered face, surprised when he catches the twinkle in your eye. Your head tilts slightly, eyes falling into a lusty haze.

"I never said I was."

Jack blinks, caught off guard by your confidence. He lets out a laugh, pulling you in tighter against him. "Goddamn, baby," he teases, his voice warm and hungry.

You set your hands on his chest as you look up at him. "Is that a problem?"

Jack's eyes darken slightly, his laughter softening as he leans in for a kiss. "It’s fuckin’ perfect," he mumbles against your lips, his excitement and affection for you only growing. "You keep surprising me, pretty."

"Could say the same," you counter with a smirk, tugging him in by his shirt. “Lookin’ through my shit like I have something to hide.”

"That’s true," he says, smiling into your kiss, eager to see what other surprises you had in store or what those two other toys were that he’d never seen before. “Let me apologize to you. Hmm?” He asks as his eyes fall to your towel, looking back up at you quickly. You give him a little nod, and he tugs at it fast, watching the fuzzy white material fall around your feet.

His eyes work up your body slowly, hands holding and kneading the fullness of your hips. Jack’s big hands trace your soft skin before cupping your breasts, squeezing, and watching the way your body reacts to his touch.

Grabbing for his white t-shirt, you pull it over his head. Your lips claim his as your fingers dance over the deep indentations of his abs, his cut v-lines disappearing below the band of his sweats. You curl your fingers under the elastic as your tongue slips in his mouth, swirling with his as you tug his pants off.

Jack lifts you off your feet into his arms as your tongues tangle together, your body rolling into his with the cadence of your kiss, the wetness of your soaked pussy transferring to his hot skin.

He lays you down on the bed and crawls on with you— the mischievous grin on his face spreading wider. “Grab your phone,” he hums against your lips. “Open it, princess. Think you have a story you need to finish. Yeah?” he says, stretching his big arms around the back of his head as he relaxes into your pillows. “Were you reading about me?” He asks, trying to hold back his smirk.

“Yeah,” you answer bashfully as he leans in a little closer.

“You obsessed with me, or what?” He teases.

“Is that not obvious–”

“Good,” he mumbles against your lips before kissing you gently. “‘Cause I’m obsessed with you too, pretty.”

Your eyes fall down his perfect body, Jack’s stiff cock trapped between the band of his White Calvin’s and his warm skin, the man incredibly hard. His tip’s messy with precum, pooled on his tip, making you lick your lips. You reach out your finger, pressing it against his swollen head, swirling it slowly, tracing his slit as his mouth falls open. Lifting your finger, you bring it to your lips, sucking down as he watches you close.

"You want me to read it out loud?"

Jack shrugs as he tucks himself into you, kissing along the column of your neck. "Why not? I'm curious,” he hums before sucking down on your sweet spot.

Your heart starts to race a little faster, pussy throbbing as Jack’s large hand traces up your body, squeezing your upper thigh. With a deep breath, you pull up the story again, sliding your finger to the part where you left off.

Jack adjusts his position, turning into you, his head resting on a shared pillow. "C’mon baby, let me have it,” he mumbles as his rough fingers draw along your soft skin.

Your voice comes out steady at first, reading a few lines, though. Looking at the next couple of words, you feel your cheeks warm up, skipping a few, but he stops you with a slap to your inner thigh, making you whimper with pleasure. Jack chuckles lustfully at the sound that pours from your lips, turning slightly to get a better look at your pretty face.

“M’gonna let that slide ‘cause you're so fuckin’ sexy,” he mutters drunkenly, his little punishment doing nothing but revving him up more. “You skipped somethin’, sweetheart. Don't cheat me out of the good parts."

"Okay, baby…” You smile.

He chuckles dizzily and leans in closer. "C'mon, keep going. I like hearing you read,” he praises as his fingers cup your pussy, pushing against your sex, making your head fall back. “Keep readin’,” he hums against your ear.

What?" He snickers. "Think I won. Just claiming my prize." He groans as he clutches his hard cock in his fist, running the tip through your soaked folds–

You try your best to focus, your voice trembling slightly as the story's tension heats up. Jack pushes two long fingers inside you, resting his thumb on your clit. "Don’t stop now… I think I’m gonna fuck you, baby. Shit’s gettin’ really, really good," he murmurs, his voice low and raspy.

You clear your throat, trying to disregard him, but he moves between his thighs, lips landing on your shoulder, soft and warm, tracing upwards.

You scream as he slams his long, thick dick deep. “Fuck!” You wail, mouth hanging open as he circles his hips nice and slow–

Your words stumble, fumbling over the last sentence as he loops his massive arms around your thighs, tugging you to your back.

"Jack…" you say, barely louder than a whisper, the phone trembling in your hands as his warm breath fans over your pussy.

"Mhmm," he replies, definitely enjoying your distraction.

–forcing himself as deep as possible, making you exhale a deep breath.

You manage to get a few more words out, shaky and rushed, as Jack flattens his tongue, licking a line up your slick folds. He chuckles against your skin, his breath hot as he presses a kiss against your clit.

"You're terrible at this, pretty," he teases, his grin infuriatingly smug and devastatingly handsome.

"That's because you're distracting me!" You whimper, tossing your phone down in defeat.

Jack laughs as he crawls towards your lips, kissing you tenderly, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. "I was only tryin’ to help, baby," he whispers innocently before biting and tugging on your bottom lip as he traces up your thigh.

You huff at him playfully, any resolve that may have remained melting as he holds your cheeks in a single hand, puckering your lip. "You're cute when you're flustered," he whispers, kissing your lips.

You gasp as you feel Jack run the tip of something familiar through your glossy folds—too cold to be him, too wide to be his fingers.

“You gonna let me play with you, princess?” Jack asks, letting your cheeks go. You look between your thighs and see your vibrator in his fist, the pink tip glistening with your essence.

You slip your hands down his muscular body as warmth builds in your stomach, rocking your hips as Jack teases you. Wrapping your fingers around Jack’s thick dick, you hear a buzz, feeling the toy tremble, making you squeeze Jack’s cock a little tighter. He moans against your lips, turning it up to the highest setting.

“You can do whatever you want to me, baby,” you pant as he switches his hold, letting the little rabbit's ears flick against your aching pearl.

“Anything?”

“Shit,” you mewl as he drops down to your drooling hole again, letting the swirling head circle your entrance, Jack teasing you with just the tip. “Anything.” Your hips buck up slightly, and Jack pins you down by the hip, holding you in place.

“Mmm... Where are you going, princess?” He asks as your chest rises rapidly, breathing quicker than you were before.

“Fuck, Jack,” you gasp and moan as he stuffs it inside, the toy gliding effortlessly through your wetness. Jack holds it in place, making you squirm and move some more.

“This is just round one…” He whispers against your trembling lips. “You gonna let me fuck this pretty pussy for round two?”

“Yes… Yes, shit. Please fuck me.”

Jack kisses you deeply as he pushes it in and out, making you cry out against his lips, arms drifting around the back of his neck, holding on tight.

"I… Fuck, Jack. I'm gonna cum."

"Tell me when, baby," he breathes through a smile.

"Fuck... Ugh. I'm-" He draws out quickly, plunging his cock inside, robbing you of your breath.

Jack’s big hands grab your hips with a bruising grip as he fucks into you fast and hard, making you see stars. “Jack, Sh-Shit,” you whimper as you cum around his cock, muscles spasming again and again. Jack’s eyes roll into the back of his head as he gives you a few more punishing thrusts, making your breasts bounce as his toned hips smack against you.

You pull him to your lips, kissing him deeply, pushing him to roll yourself on top; his long, thick cock sheathed deep in your cunt still. You whimper at his size, feeling the delicious stretch between your thighs, nails running down his chest as you smile.

“How was that, princess?” He smiles, watching the way your legs tremble, the man gripping your thighs tightly before reaching around, spanking your ass, making your pussy tighten around him.

“So fucking good,” you smile as you throw your head back, rocking your hips, listening to the sounds of your soaked warmth and his deep moans.

Grabbing your phone, you hand it to him with a smile, lifting off his throbbing cock, seeing it sheened with your climax. “We’re not done with the story,” you whisper as you draw backward, slotting yourself between his thighs before running your tongue up his pulsing dick as he looks down at you, half-lidded and desperate.

“You want me to read this while you do that?” He asks dreamily, huffing out a deep, jagged breath as you spit on his tip.

“… C’mon baby, let me have it.”

𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

[softsunnyy]

poorly written!!

🚨; overstimulation, kinda mean jack, squirt, unprotected p in v , dom! jack.

divider by @cafekitsune

i feel like Jack couldn't care less. The way your back arches again, or your nails leaving red trails on his back. He doesn't even care when tears run down your cheeks, and your walls throb around his cock. He's blinded, he needs you, he needs to stay inside you, thrusting again and again; sliding into your gummy walls, which mold to his size with every movement.

you've come so much that you're already stupid, babbling, pleading, whimpering meaningless words; calling his name like it's the only thing you can remember as his cock thrusts into you hard, without deliberation, without tiring.

your walls throb, and your body is too overstimulated. You try to push him away, or to push yourself away, but he's stronger right now, and with his hands he grips your waist, holding you still in place, receiving him.

your legs had given up a while ago, and you can feel them cramping, still trembling, from when Jack made you cum the first two times using his tongue and fingers. Fingers that now mark your body, gripping you tightly, as if holding back, trying not to cum one more time so he could enjoy the sensation a little longer.

his mind is clouded; all he can think about is you, using you, continuing to move inside you until his name is engraved on every inch of your body. His imprint, his essence, you´re his, and he needs to mark every space of you.

you beg once more, and he can feel his cock throbbing, angry. At this point, you scream, feeling the knot forming once more, that urge to release so strong you feel you won't be able to hold back. This time, it's stronger than before; you can feel it, and your eyes squeeze shut, at the same time your legs clutch Jack's hips, trying to close without success. His cock pulls out of you for a moment, and then you can feel it.

you've come like never before, and the look in Jack's eyes is hungry, wild, primal. He needs you to do it again, to show him everything your beautiful body can offer him.

shit, he needs to feel it one more time, and this time with him inside you. He needs to see your face transform once more, and your throat hurt even more from screaming his name with such pride and pleasure.

he was thinking about giving in, but after that show you put on, he probably won't, not for a while, until your body can no longer withstand being used relentlessly.

maybe you'll need help later, too much, but he's willing to do that for you.

his pretty girl is being so good to him, the least he can do is help you with everything you need after that.

[pedriache]

The Wall 𖦹 Jack Hughes !

summary. though you and jack had been together for a little over a year now, you still had your perfectly constructed walls up. your last relationship had been horrible and caused a rift within your self confidence. but jack, jack had been the light in the dark. even when you had your walls up, his presence had light seeping through the tiniest of cracks.

wc. 525+

disclaimers. light angst, mostly fluff, jack being a good listener!!

notes. i’ve never actually written for hockey players b4 since, well, i built this platform on football & f1 mostly but.. hey.. lmk if you’d like more and feel free to req for anyone !!!!!

The sound of water and the faint clicking of dishes filled the kitchen as you stood by the sink, sleeves rolled up, and hands busy. Jack sat on a stool on the other side of the island, chin resting on the butt oh his palms, watching you with the kid of attentiveness that should’ve made you self conscious. But, thankfully, you were too busy to notice.

You were in the midst of talking about a new interest of yours, The Library of Alexandria.

“And then I found this video that went into the details, like every little thing I didn’t even think to realize mattered! And, well, it just completely changed my perspective. I mean who knew that—“ You pause mid-sentence, the realization hitting you like a splash of cold water.

You were rambling, again.

Your ex would’ve rolled his eyes by now. Probably muttering a sarcastic, “are you done yet?” just to make you feel small.

A familiar sense of shame and self-doubt crept in, brushing against the walls you’d been so careful to construct over the past three years. Your hands stilled as you fumbled to regain your grip on the yellow sponge, heat rushing to your face.

Your gaze darted up to your boyfriend cautiously, expecting even the smallest hint of annoyance. All you were met with was a confused Jack. His eyes—the blue so beautiful sometimes you couldn’t stop looking at them—narrowed and face scrunched slightly like he couldn’t understand why you’d suddenly stopped. Then, before you could utter an apology, he slipped off the stool without uttering a word, moving around the island with quiet purpose.

You felt his warmth before you saw him. His arms slid around your waist, pulling you gently into his chest. The kiss he placed on your shoulder was soft but deliberate, the kind of gesture that made any worry you felt dissipate instantly.

And cause a slight fluttering of your heart.

Jack’s chin rested lightly on your shoulder his hair brushing your cheek faintly. “You stopped,” he said simply, voice low and warm on your skin.

You opened your mouth to explain, but Jack reached past you, grabbing his water bottle on the counter and popping the lid open. “You were getting to the best part,” he adds, with a small, reassuring smile as he took a sip. “Keep going.”

Mouth still parted, you watch as Jack just moved to lean against the counter like it was the most normal thing in the world. His blue eyes were still on you, silently encouraging you to continue.

It was so different—he was so different. Where you’d been expecting frustration, Jack offered patience. A whole year of you trying to keep your walls so neatly placed, and he’d been so easy going about the whole thing.

He understood even without in depth details. The cracks in your walls spread a little further, a little deeper—just enough for his light to seep through.

With a small, grateful smile, you picked up where you left off. And Jack’s head tipped to the side, listening to you like your voice was his favorite sound in the world.

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ᝰ.ᐟ tags @halfwayhearted @lechrts @sakashq @joaoflms @be11ingham @spidybaby @piastri-fvx

[hughes-your-daddy]

Do you think jack and reader will be having any more babies in "oh baby"

(Totally fine if not I'm just so curious)

Do the two they have ever learn about their sister in heaven?

Love it so so so much, I was full on sobbing reading she's gone. You portrayed the emotions of infant loss so well. Props to you friend 🫶🏼

-🐥

what about sissy?

pairing: jack hughes x fem reader

i’ve not thought about more kids yet but here’s brooks asking about his sister

summary: brooks has a few questions about his twin

warning: mention of pregnancy and miscarriages

you and jack lounge on the sun lounges, near the end of the decking at the lake house, brooks playing with quinn, luke and trevor on the glass, toys scattered on a picnic blanket.

you hear his squeals, smiling softly at the two children running around, brooks almost 5 now. jack moves his arm to lay across your shoulders, you dressed in a bikini, your small showing bump on display, a pair of shorts on your lower half while he just wears his swim shorts.

“mmh, im gonna go make him some lunch, he’ll be getting hungry soon.” you smile stretching, moving your sunglasses onto your head to see jack better, turning to press a small kiss to his lips, “want anything?” you ask, getting up and sliding jacks discarded tshirt over your small but visible bump.

“just a bottle of water please baby.” he smiles before you head back inside, making a ham sandwich and cutting it into 1/4’s, taking off the crust.

you carefully hold his plate on one hand, your drink in the other. jacks water tucked under your arm before heading back out calling him over.

“brooks, come get some lunch.” you call out, brooks immediately coming over, but insisting on bringing luke and quinn with him, each holding one of his hands.

“mom, can we go out on the boat today?” brooks asks taking his plate from you, immediately eating his sandwich.

“take your time baby,” you say a small giggle coming out at how hungry he is, just like his dad, before brooks climbs into your lap, luke and quinn sitting in the other vacant chairs.

“if your good bud, im sure we can take the boat out.” jack smiles, taking a sip of his own water, brooks smiling.

“you gotta be early tonight cause we’re going out with grandma and grandpa remember.” you say, moving to wipe the side of brooks mouth, crumbs covering his face.

“can i ask you something mommy?” brooks asks, quietly, moving off your lap to slot himself between you and jack.

“course baby.” you smile, placing brooks now empty plate down beside your water.

“was i in your belly like my little sister?” he asks, finger poking your belly hidden under jacks shirt.

“yeh baby, you were in the for only a little bit though,” you say, jack clocking you, “you see mommy got a bit ill and you had to come out earlier than normal.” you say, lifting the top up to see the scar from your c-section.

“you see there?” you ask, brooks finger tracing the scar, “that’s where you came out baby, the doctors helped mommy.” you smile, seeing his eyes scan your stomach.

“why were you ill? did i make you ill mommy?” he asks, tears welling up in his eyes.

“no buddy,” jack chuckles pulling brooks sideways into his lap, the boys head falling against his chest, “the thing is, you weren’t in mommy’s belly by yourself.” he says and brooks head snaps up looking between you.

“what you mean?” he asks, his little brows furrowing.

“you had a twin baby, but she got ill which caused mommy to get ill.” jack says, looking between you and brooks, you sending him a sad smile.

“why don’t you talk about my twin that much?” he asks and you and jack freeze, quinn and luke too absorbed in the own conversation to hear.

“uh, i don’t know.” you say, brows furrowing slightly as you look down, gently pushing brooks hair off his forehead.

“it’s hard for mommy and daddy you know,” jack says, looping an arm over you, hand resting on your shoulder.

“but that doesn’t mean we don’t talk about her you know.” you say nudging brooks with your shoulder, “we do talk about her a lot actually, you’ve just been a bit too young in the past” you smile, seeing him look between you and jack brows furrowed.

“and now my little sister is in there?” he asks, hand back on your bump.

“yeh, but she’s not quite ready to come out yet.” you smile before pulling jacks that back over your exposed bump.

“so where’s my twin now?” brooks asks looking between you and jack.

“she’s in heaven baby, she’ll be watching over you, making sure your doing ok.” you smile seeing brooks nod, resting back against jack.

“get some rest baby, we’ll was you up when it’s time for the boat ok?” jack says, shuffling further down to make it more comfortable for brooks who just nods eyes already dropping against his chest, before falling into a peaceful sleep.

jack tucks you under his arm, you head falling to his shoulder feelings sense of peace and love for the frost time in a while.

[lovesickhughes]

juno | jack hughes

❝𝒾, 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓂𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝑜𝒸𝓀 𝓂𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓉𝑜𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒸𝓊𝓉𝑒, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝓌𝑜, 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽? 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒, 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒❞ 🤍🌷👼🏼✨

a/n: i have managed to scrounge together a little piece as confirmation that i am still alive, and i would say thriving, but school has consumed me. i love myself a good dad!jack fic so here we are! soo happy hockey is back in action though, more good things to come, i hope you enjoy! 🫶🏻💐

summary: when expecting your little june bug, the surging hormones at the sight of jack, make you think he could really make you juno

warnings: pregnant!reader, fluffff

word count: 2.1k

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You were so pregnant; and you didn't realize what other moms meant until you were two weeks out of your due date, and every function of your working body felt exhausting. Even sleeping had got to the point of being a discomfort. If it weren't for your queen-sized mattress, and a human-sized pillow that coddled your body at night, you wouldn't have been surprised if people had questioned your existence.

Despite the aching desire for the next two weeks of uncertainty to pass by within a breath, you loved being pregnant. It was the best thing to ever occur for Jack and you, other than your marriage and pre-existing life together. And when you found out you were expecting from a delayed period and peed on stick, the warmth that spread through your body was an unforgettable experience.

When Jack found out, through a card placed within a basket of Dad-related gag gifts, he had thought you were pulling a joke. It never once had crossed his mind the dream of starting a family would actually become a reality. But after a twenty-minute long reassurance conversation, Jack and you going back and forth between if you were being honest or not, the hug Jack engulfed you in was the tightest hug ever imagined.

You shared the special moment between the two of you, before sharing the news to extended family when safe. Then at the end of Jack's hockey season, you announced to the world the new family member you would be welcoming to the family, your little June Bug in reference to their due date.

Now, at the end of the NHL season, the winning team having been awarded the most difficult trophy to win in sports, award season rolled around within a blink of an eye. Jack was fortunate enough to be nominated for the King Clancy award for the past season, as well as his brother Quinn being nominated for his own awards for his past season success.

With that, the arrangements began taking place, you were in contact with Jack's management, organizing all of the needs for both his and your's appearance to the award show; entailing what suit and dress you would be wearing, how long your stay would be, and all the precautions regarding your pregnancy.

The morning of the award show, you were awoken to the intense strain of your bladder from your growing baby laying ever-so-slightly on just the right spot to cause a disturbance; waking you at a dawning 7:48 AM, when the alarm was set for 9:00 AM.

You scolded yourself as you leveraged yourself off of the mattress and in the direction of the attached bathroom of your hotel suite, hearing the fabric of the mattress rub against Jack's body as he stirred at your movement.

After using the bathroom, brushing your teeth and beginning to waken fully, you waddle back to your bed, rubbing the small of your back in an attempt to relieve some of the strain the weight of your stomach was causing to your body.

Once propped in bed with three pillows supporting your back as you sat upright, Jack's soft breaths caught your attention, causing you to look over at his peaceful state, envying his relaxation that you dreaded on feeling once again. He was on his stomach, arms beside his head as his legs were sprawled out along the length of the mattress, and as if he could feel your gaze while asleep, he began to stir, legs closing in and stretching to awaken.

His head lifted, his hair messily arranged from sleeping in one position all night.

"G'morning, baby." He groggily spoke, clearing his throat as he squinted his eyes. He rolled to his side, resting his head into the palm of his hands, contouring his muscles in a way that made you ogle him in a suggestive manner.

"Good morning, you." You smiled.

"Did our little Junebug wake you up?" He questioned through a wide smile, his eyes diverted to your large bulge of a stomach before pushing the duvet from your body to reveal your pregnancy and place a hand under your sleep shirt, rubbing his calloused hands against your skin.

Whether it was the baby kicking, or the butterflies of flattery from Jack's actions, you felt a sensation within your body, causing you to smile even harder than before.

"Oh, you know she woke me up, it's what she does best." You spoke softly, "Sit right on my bladder." You laughed, earning a grin from Jack.

He shuffled in the bed closer to your body, sliding his hand from the top of your bump, to your hip and slipping a finger under the waistband of your shorts. His face was now aligned with your bump, and you knew exactly what actions were to follow.

"Hello my little June Bug," Jack cooed, pausing as if he were waiting for a response, "Mommy and I have a special day today, we get to dress up real nice and fancy, and have our pictures taken; and maybe we'll even get to see your Daddy on stage when he wins his award." He smirked while shooting his gaze up to you who watched intently. He rubbed his thumb along your hip while he spoke, causing his touch to send signals of warmth through your entire body.

Your hand found Jack's luscious brown hair at the nape of his neck, tangling your fingers through the softness while you listened to his routinely morning conversation with your growing baby. What warms your heart the most, is each time the baby kicks, sending butterflies through your stomach and the sensation traveling to Jack's hands, his face always lit up in the same expression of being completely awestruck at the feeling.

Jack and you continued your time in bed for not much longer until you were needing to get up and start your day, quickly piecing together outfits that you had packed for the trip and heading down to the main foyer of the hotel lobby, setting yourselves on the way to grab brunch.

Hand in hand, you walked along the busy sidewalk of the hosting city, the occasional fan mentioning their sighting of Jack by calling for his attention or asking to take pictures with him. You loved seeing Jack interact with fans outside of games, especially kids, because it was as if it were a glimpse of what he would be like as a father. He'd ask the kids what their interests were, if they were excited for upcoming games and what they wanted to do when they grew up. Seeing his compassion and caring demeanor around the fans made you more than happy to pause your plans and help make a child's day.

After breakfast, Jack and you headed back to the hotel, being on a tight schedule of needing to be at the arena where the award show was being hosted, at a prime five o'clock. Smoothies in hand, you made it up to your designated room, and Jack quickly kissed your cheek before slipping into the bathroom to shower before the show. You opened the closet doors that were to your right, grabbing the two bagged outfits that you had fitted for this event. Considering you were pregnant at the time of the fitting, and knew you were still going to be by the time of the awards, you went with a soft, breathable and comfortable material, knowing beforehand that you would want to cause the least amount of discomfort to your swollen, aching, and still growing belly.

You plopped down onto the mattress in your hotel room, letting out an exhausted breath, as your pregnancy had reached the point of the simplest tasks becoming overwhelmingly tiring. You reached a hand to the small of your back again, similarly to when you woke up, becoming more aware of the excruciating ache from the weight of your belly.

Deciding to push it to the back of your mind to the best of your ability, you hung your dress and Jack's suit on the closet door for when you two were ready to change.

You knew Jack would air on the side of caution in regards to your pregnancy, and you could tell he was more nervous of your baby's arrival than you were, so if you were to mention the slightest inconvenience, you knew he would protest continuing your plans, and opting to stay home. You appreciated his efforts, but you knew you were stronger than you felt, and for Jack's sake of the award show, you would be able to manage a slight back ache.

Jack had finished in the shower, exiting the ensuite bathroom with a white towel wrapped low against his waist, your gaze following his figure in awe as he reached for his suitcase to grab a few toiletries.

If there was one thing about your pregnancy hormones; you felt like a predator waiting to pounce on its prey, every time Jack put himself in a suggestive situation.

Him lifting the heavy suitcases into the trunk of the rental car? Your skin felt feverish.

Backwards cap? You had to check your pulse.

When he gets impatient in situations and wants to make sure your needs are met? You have to be sure that it's not obvious that you're drooling over your husband in public.

"Like what you see, babe?" Jack called to you as he headed back to the bathroom. You chuckle at his remark, following his path and meeting him in the humid, steamy bathroom. He pulled you in by your hips and interlocked his hands behind the small of your back, looking down into your eyes with a smile.

Pressing a quick kiss to your lips, he shuffled behind your figure and stood behind you, both of your eyes falling onto the pair in the reflection of the mirror. You could feel Jack's warmth against the back of your body, emitting its heat, and his warm breath falling onto your neck as he hugged you tight. His hands on your swollen belly, he began slowly swaying back and forth with you in his arms.

"I love you," you said sheepishly through a smile, earning a bright grin in response from Jack. He peppered the side of your face with kisses, the slowly drying water droplets left on his face transferring to yours.

"I love you so much more," he said, "and I can't express enough how much it means for you to be here with me, all things considered in the timing of your pregnancy."

"You didn't have to ask me twice, you know I'd always come to support you." You smile again, turning from meeting his eyes through the mirror to face Jack, eyes connecting again as he looked down at you, now leaning your body against the counter.

"I don't know what I'd do without you, Y/n." Jack said quieter, his hand reaching up to the side of your face and holding the back of your neck, he reached down to connect your lips, an inhale being breathed through his nose as you kissed.

It was slow and passionate, and when you reached your arms up to interlock behind his neck, Jack's lips left yours and found your neck, just below your ear.

"Jack," you protested, attempting to push his body off of yours. You knew you didn't have all the time in the world to spend getting ready before the awards, but you failed as Jack continued down your chest to the top of your square-lined top. You threw your head back in pleasure when he brought his lips back up to your neck on the other side, planting a wet, passionate kiss right along your sweet spot, causing a slight moan to slip out of your mouth.

And that's what caused Jack to stop with a smirk written all over his face.

"What was that?" He asked smugly.

"You know what it was, silly. We don't have time for this." You whined, knowing you wanted nothing more than to release the pent up desire between the two of you.

"We could make it work," Jack pressed, gripping your sides more tightly in desperation.

You shook your head, "we can't, babe, plus- I think you'd somehow manage to get me pregnant again with the way these pregnancy hormones have been hitting me lately." You confessed with raised eyebrows. shocked at your own statement and earning a loud laugh from Jack.

Boy, were these next few weeks going to be long.