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please give me rough look headcannons😭
okay, bear with me because i’ve only done headcanons once before and they weren’t nsfw but….
Luke loves choking — the sight of his hand wrapped around your throat and feeling your breath hitch under his touch while your face gets a little redder? lord help him.
if you’re acting like a brat, like a major brat, Luke is dragging you into your room, and kneeling you over his legs. he makes you count as he spanks you, and if you mess up, he starts over
Luke would pry your lips open by shoving his fingers in your mouth and pulling it open, and he would make you think he was gonna spit in your mouth, but instead he spits straight on your cheek, making you whimper.
he would absolutely hook your legs over his shoulders and rail into you while he pushes a hand on your stomach, “you feel me, doll? fucking you so deep, so good. look at you, you’re a mess.”
loves mirror sex! especially when he’s got you bent over a counter, his hand tangled in your hair and holding your head up so you have to watch as he fucks you.
he gets so turned on when you cum around him, your body shaking as he bruises your hips.
and his own personal mission is to make you squirt. just the thought of it happening gets him so hard it hurts.
and he succeeds on multiple different occasions. at this point, he knows the trick is to get you really overstimulated and then pay special attention to your clit.
Luke loves fucking you dumb! if you can speak, he isn’t fucking you hard enough. he wants you with your eyes rolled back and tears falling while all you can do is whimper and moan.
he’s weak for face fucking you. absolutely obsessed with it! but even better than that is when you’ve been a brat and he tells you that you can’t suck his dick. the way your lips fall into a pout and he can see the disappointment etched on your face at not being allowed to feel the weight of him on your tongue— “only good girls get to suck cock.”
when you’re both feeling particularly rough, it’s not foreign of him to smack your tits or ass. you love it and he loves seeing you squirm.
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Since you did both Luke and Jack already, could we get some NSFW Quinn headcannons? Don’t care if it’s soft or rough, just however you picture him as!
quinn is absolutely the most dominant one in my opinion!
quinn is absolutely a mix of daddy kink and captain kink— you call him either one and he’s instantly fucking you harder.
he’s a sucker for car sex! he fucking loves it. having you pinned down in a tight space with him fucking into you? he gets hard at the mere thought.
loves marking you up! bites, hickeys, bruises from his fingertips on your hips and thighs, he loves seeing you marked from him.
he could eat you out for hours! his face stays between your thighs until his jaw is locking up and you’re whimpering and writhing, pushing his head away.
on the soft side though, quinn loves pre-roadie sex, but he refuses for that to ever be rough. he prefers for that to be soft and more on the love-making side, because he refuses to leave you alone for days right after he fucks you roughly.
he’s absolutely a mix of degradation and praise. his dirty talk during rough sex is almost always him praising you in a degrading way— “such a greedy little cock whore, taking me so well. fucking perfect, like this sweet pussy was made just for me.”
PHONE SEX! quinn doesn’t love phone sex per se, but he likes it a whole lot better than jerking off alone. he likes facetiming you when he’s horny on a roadie and watching you get yourself off on your fingers while he dirty talks you through the screen and jerks himself off.
hair pulling! he loves pulling your hair, but he also loves when you have your fingers threaded into his hair and are tugging it. especially when his tongue is on your pussy; but generally speaking, it gets him going no matter what; even if you guys are just making out and you tug his hair, it opens up an animalistic side of him.
quinn is big on cockwarming. but most specifically, with your mouth. when you’re horny but he’s busy watching plays or something, he has you on your knees with his cock in your mouth. but he has stern rules that you aren’t allowed to move your head or suck until he’s done with what he’s doing; so you just have your cheek resting against his thigh with him in your mouth as you stare up at him with glassy, desperate eyes.
he loves fucking you in the kitchen. you could simply be cooking dinner or washing dishes, but he’ll come in and wrap his arms around you, pressing his erection against your ass; his hands slip up your shirt and begin massaging your tits, and then eventually he has you bent over the counter, your pants and panties pulled down around your knees as he’s thrusting into you. sometimes he switches it up and has you laid or sitting on the counter too.
loves ordering you around in the bedroom! the rush he gets from watching you scramble to do what he says as quickly as possible is unmatched.
and don’t even get me started on the sex after a loss— he’s so fucking rough and dominating when he’s angry. foreplay is you sucking his dick as you finger yourself, when he decides it’s enough then he’s pushing you down to bend over the bed, his fingers digging into your hips and wrapping around your throat from behind, his hips snapping harshly against yours
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You should do a soft jack nsfw headcannon if you have the chance!
okay, i worked on these during ducks intermission and i had to consult brynn for the last few of these because i’m not generally a soft nsfw person—
jack is a sucker for soft sex, as much as he loves being rough, i think he loves taking his time to really show his adoration for your body and showcase his love even more!
i’m a firm believer that jack loves the domestic sex. the kind of sex that comes from soft kisses on the couch or dancing around the kitchen.
he’s absolutely the kind of guy who would finger you while watching a show together and then suddenly the tv is paused and he has you laid across the couch and his lips are on your breasts.
MORNING SEX! SO MUCH MORNING SEX! i’m talking right after you wake up, the golden sunlight peeking through the curtains, lazy ‘good morning’ kisses leading into him thrusting into you from behind, spooning you to him as he lazily paws at your boobs, rolling your nipple between his fingers as he kisses your shoulder and the back of your neck.
he loves whispering praises in your ear as he thrusts into you, his soft words mingling with your breathy moans is the definition of perfection to him — “you’re beautiful, baby. so pretty underneath me.”
kissing you slow and sweet while he’s on top of you is one of his absolute favorite things. his forehead pressed against yours, hot breath fanning upon each others lips, and with every stroke, he’s pressing a kiss against your lips.
loves missionary for soft sex because he gets to watch your face contort in blissful pleasure
but he also loves when you’re on top and he gets to hold your boobs and praise you on how good you’re doing for him— “that’s it, baby. i know it’s getting hard, i’m close too; but you’re doing so good for me, baby. i’m so proud of you.”
you and jacks sort of intimacy could happen anywhere in jacks eyes. the living room, the kitchen, the bedroom, etc. anywhere is fair play for him since generally, the movements are subtle and slow.
aftercare is huge for jack! lengthy cuddles, bubble baths, hot showers, etc.
he loves cooking for you after sex. anything to make sure you eat and replenish your energy; if you want a simple sandwich, he’s making you a sandwich, but if you want a full meal like chicken pasta and steamed veggies, then he’ll happily cook an entire meal for you as you sit on the counter and ‘sneakily’ steal the ingredients to snack on. when that happens, he usually puts on soft music and you guys will talk about anything and everything as he just cooks for you, and every once in a while, he’ll ask how your feeling and kiss your lips gently and tell you how much he loves you.
jack would be so vocal during sex. he would have some of the hottest moans you’d ever hear from a man, and he knows the effect his voice has on you. that being said, he’d also be vocal in the sense that he’s always speaking to you, praising how beautiful you look while so full of him.
eye contact would be a must for jack, and he wouldn’t break it. if you end up looking away from him, he’d gently grip your face and pull it back to look at him again.
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I just know El is so sassy. Her and Jack are always sassing each other. Lovie just shakes her head.
oh my god the things jack and el say to each other— half the time lovie is near tears trying to hold in her laughter because like,, she knows she shouldn’t laugh at el talking back but god is it funny to see jack get a taste of his own medicine.
just the other day, jack went to wake el up because it was like 8am and she was still asleep (el is still adjusting to daylight savings, so her internal clock still says it’s 7am at 8am), and when jack woke her up she got so grumpy. she looked at him with the infamous hughes pout and pointed to her door and went “out, daddy!” and when jack just laughed and told her it was time to get up, she tricked him by getting out of bed (she transitioned to a toddler bed now and lovie absolutely was emotional over it) and taking his hand and walking him out of her room (making him think they were both leaving the room) but then once jack was out of her room, she shouted “me alone, daddy!” and slammed her door shut.
jack opened the door with furrowed brows and his hand on his hip and sternly told her “eleanor elizabeth hughes, we do not slam doors and you do not yell at me.” and she just looked at him with a blank face and goes “yes, i do.”. they were there for at least ten minutes with a repetition of “out, daddy!” “no.” “daddy, go!” “i do what i want, i’m an adult.”, just sassing each other back and forth. lovie was in the living room, overhearing it all and just laughing at their back and forth.
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el definitely gets jealous of jack walking in with another kid today before the game like he’ll go to get a hug from her after the game and she’s just like no bad daddy
she definitely does! when she sees the photo on lovie’s phone, she gets all pouty and goes “why i don’t walk with daddy?”
lovie wasn’t quite sure how to explain to her that it was a little kid from the ‘hockey in new jersey’ program, so she just gently told her, “daddy knew mommy needed you to walk in with her! or else mommy would be sad because she would be all alone!” — but el wasn’t having it, “mommy walk with aunt coley!” (jesper’s gf, nicole)
lovie thought that was the end of it. but after the game, she took el to go say goodbye to jack and luke before they left for the roadie, and when jack smiled and tried to take el from his wife so he could hug her goodbye, el turned into lovie with her arms crossed.
“no! bad daddy!” el huffs, making jack’s face fall, a small pout resting upon his lips.
“eleanor elizabeth hughes!” lovie pulls her daughter away from her chest, just enough to see her face; her voice stern yet soft.
“no, no, it’s fine, lovie.” Jack reassures her.
scooping his hands underneath el’s armpits, he takes his daughter from her mother, bringing her close to his chest, despite her squirming and whines.
“el,” he starts, a gentle tone to his deep voice. the nearly two-year-old settles, looking at her father, “i thought we’ve talked about this. daddy has to go and work, but i’ll be back in a week and i’ll be bringing you back a gift, remember?”
“oh, love.” lovie whispers, catching jack’s attention. his blue eyes flicker up to look at his wife, finding her shaking her head.
“what?” he asks, furrowing his brows.
“that’s not what she’s upset about.” she tells him, “she’s jealous because you walked in with another kid. she wants to do your entrance with you.”
“oh,” jack looks down at el in his arms, her angry face staring back at him, “i’m sorry, lovely. i didn’t get to choose who i walked in with today.”
when el doesn’t ease her glare, jack sighs, “how about this, next week, when daddy gets back, he’ll see if you can walk in with him. okay?”
the toddler’s biting stare drops, quickly replaced with a bright smile as she nods at her father, “okay.”
pressing a kiss to her cheek, jack smiles, whispering a short goodbye and reminding his daughter that he loves her before handing her off to her uncle.
as soon as el is safely in luke’s arms, jack is turning back to his wife, pulling her in by a grip on her hips. his hand coming to rest on her swollen stomach, his thumb rubbing softly against it.
“i love you,” he hums, leaning in to capture her lips in a sweet kiss, “text me when you and el get home, okay? i’m gonna miss my girls.”
as he finishes his sentence, jack feels a quick thump against his hand, a chuckle arising from his throat before he speaks again, “and my boy.”
“i will text you as soon as we get in the house.” lovie states, a smile playing upon her lips, “now, if you’ll excuse me, we have a moody girl who needs a nap.”
jack glances over to their daughter, who laughs as her uncle blows raspberries into her stomach, holding her out in front of his face, “she looks pretty happy to me.”
“i was talking about me.”
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El being mic’d up at one of Jacks game. Would be the cutest thing ever.
omg yes 🥹
i feel like Jack and Lovie agree to it when El is like 5, and it’s a whole lot of her screaming “GO DADDY!!” “GO UNCLE LUKE!!” “GO UNCLE NICO!!” etc.
and of course there’s the random parts where she’s just stating random facts like “mommy, did you know daddy writes me and Leo’s name on his stick?” and Lovie is just laughing and going “i do know that, yeah! he’s been doing it since you were born.”
and then El is all concerned and is like “are you ever sad that he doesn’t write your name on his stick?” and Lovie explains “not at all. he writes your names on his stick because you’re his babies, but can i tell you a secret?” and El nods all excited and Lovie tells her “daddy wrote my name on his stick in high school and all the way until Leo was born. then he asked me if it was okay if he wrote just you and Leo’s names and you know what i said?” and El excitedly yells “you said yes!” at the same time that Lovie cheers “i said yes!”
the fans fawn over that interaction for so long!
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I'm leaving you some thoughts because I have been silently praying someone would make a frat boy Jack Au for WEEKS!!!
Frat!boy jack who… has his hand in his girls back pocket at all time during parties, making sure she's always at his side
Frat!boy jack who… becomes the king of strip poker, the only man to ever leave a game fully clothed
Frat!boy jack who… perfected the body shot, licking the salt off of her skin before taking the shot of tequila and then moving up to her face to take the lime from between her teeth which is followed by a sloppy drunken-booze fuelled kiss.
Frat!boy jack who… gets too drunk and gets a tattoo, but wakes up the next morning with no recollection of how it ended up on his body
Frat!boy jack who… had one of those frat weddings with his girlfriend, the night ended with 4 am breakfast at some diner that's open 24/7, and sex in the dirty bathroom
Frat!boy jack who… begs his girlfriend to cut all his shirts into muscle tees because she does it so perfectly and his lines are always jagged
Frat!boy jack who… was permanently banned from tequila because it makes him too slutty
Frat!boy jack who… had to do the extreme pledges in his frosh year and that's how he (maybe) met the love of his life
Frat!boy jack who… carries around the Trojan Nirvana condoms, cause he thinks it's funny to sing “Come as you are” as he pulls it out of his wallet (my old situationship did this to me in my frosh year)
Frat!boy jack who… is wildly known for being an asshole, but he's sweet, seems like he'd be a dick in bed but he worships every girl he sleeps with
Frat!boy jack who… goes through a 5sos phase in his first year because he had to do a karaoke night as one of his hazing events and he had to sing “She Looks So Perfect” in front of a drunk crowd and they've been a staple in his playlist since
AHHHH I LOVE THESE!!!
GOD YES— OKAY! YES! I AGREE WITH PRACTICALLY ALL OF THESE!!!
that first one is so frat jack!! he wants her at his side at all times during parties because he needs to make sure she’s safe!
the only one that doesn’t fit the frat jack au is number 8, solely because he was a legacy rush, so he kinda got the easier things! (and because i already kinda know how babydoll and jack met for the most part, i’m just not entirely sure how they actually got together yet)
BUT THE REST OF THEM ARE SO FRAT BOY JACK, IT’S INSANE
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Quinn’s the hottest Hughes brother. I said what I said 😪
i’m not even gonna say anything
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Frat Jack is a horny and clinging drunk and he only wants Babydoll.
oh, for sure! when he gets drunk, jack never wants to leave babydoll’s side— he’ll follow her into the bathroom if she’ll let him.
god help any girl who thinks they have a chance with him— drunk jack has no filter, if a girl starts flirting with him, he’s so quick to just be like “you’re not my girlfriend, go away.”
drunk frat!jack can often be found with babydoll and her friends, his arms spindled around her waist and his face buried in her neck, leaving kisses there more times than not; babydoll will be running a hand through his hair, just silently letting him know she’s there and she’s not going anywhere and that she acknowledges his presence while she still talks and laughs with her friends
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JOHN MARINO NSFW HEADCANONS
(requested)
i accidentally posted this unfinished when i was answering the ask and had to delete it so i could finish it 😭— but THIS MAN!! THIS FUCKING MAN!!
DADDY KINK!! SO FUCKING DADDY!! if you call him daddy, it's game fucking over. he's not only fucking you harder, but also rougher. and if you want him to do something, batting your eyelashes and calling him daddy is the surefire way for him to do it.
so into choking! but not just the hand on your throat, pressing lightly kind of choking- no. john will actually cut off your air supply and if you really need to breathe, you gotta tap his chest twice.
ROUGH ROUGH ROUGH! head pushed into the pillow, hands pinned behind your back, his hips smacking against yours, and his hand wrapped around the front of your throat.
if you act like a brat? he doesn't care where you are, he's pulling you away to show you who's the fucking boss. if you're at home or at a party, he's pulling you into one of the bedrooms and bending you over his lap to leave your ass bright red and stinging from spankings. but if you're out at a bar or a restaurant or generally anywhere in public public, he's ushering you into the empty bathroom, his hand yanking your hair so you look up at him before his other hand slips into your panties, rubbing your clit until you're wet enough to take his fingers, and then, once you're at the brink of orgasm, he's pulling his hand out and licking his fingers clean; making you a whining, whimpering mess as you beg for him to finish you off, but he doesn't. instead, he's shooing you back out of the bathroom as he whispers in your ear— "brats don't get to finish, remember? so be a good girl for the rest of the night and maybe i'll think about letting you cum around my cock tonight."
TEARS!! he loves to see you cry from pleasure and overstimulation as he fucks you— quite literally gets him off.
his main goal, every time, is to fuck you dumb. if you can still talk? he hasn’t fucked you thoroughly enough. he’ll ask you questions and if you answer with anything other than a breathily whined “daddy!” then he’s fucking you harder. he doesn’t want you to even be able to think of a coherent response.
absolutely obsessed with finishing inside you and watching his cum seep out of your pussy. and he loves to fuck it back into you.
but he also loves cumming on your tits or face, his cum on your skin is one of his favorite sights.
loves having you suck and gag on his fingers as he rails into you!
a sucker for fucking you against things— your body pinned against a window or the wall, your legs around his waist and his hands on your ass, fucking deep into you.
SCRATCHES! gets off on the feeling of your nails digging into his skin and/or scratching down his back!
big on facefucking you! he just loves the sight of you on your knees, your pretty lips wrapped around his length as he fucks your throat!
speaking of length, he’s big and he knows it! he loves watching your face as he bottoms out inside of you, the way it pinches in both pleasure and pain as he smacks against your cervix gets him going every time.
if he’s fucking you missionary, he has your legs on his shoulders and his hand wrapped around your throat.
but after all of that, his aftercare is to the extreme! he’s cuddling you for hours, he’s making you hot tea (or cocoa) and food (or ordering take-out), he’s whispering sweet nothings in your ear and telling you how much he loves you and how good you did for him and how perfect you are, he’s drawing you a hot bath and cuddling you against his chest amongst the bubbles, he’s cleaning you up and putting you in his clothes, he’s asking if you’re okay and making sure he didn’t hurt you or make you upset by anything he said and reassuring you that he didn’t actually mean any degrading things that he said and that they were just for the dirty talk.
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hey sorry i’m lost and don’t have twitter lol what’s the show me ur tits thing?
hi, love! it’s this video from the summer of 2019 🫶🏻
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what were everyone’s reactions to el telling the fam that lovie was pregnant ?
i decided to use this ask as a gateway for a joint blurb post on how everyone found out so…
Luke was the first one to find out, which they tried to hide for as long as possible, because they really wanted to tell him with everyone else, but he found out on accident.
because it’s Lovie’s second pregnancy, her bump appears faster than it did in her pregnancy with El, so beginning to mid october, when she’s 3 months, her belly has already popped, but it’s small enough that she can hide it by wearing Jack’s shirts around the house and not wearing tight fitting clothing. which keeps Luke oblivious. until….
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i sit at the end of the bed, sweatpants and a sports bra adorning my figure, showing off my 3 month baby bump.
my eyes track my husband as he gets ready for morning practice. it’s still too early for El to be up, but i can hear Luke clashing around the house, getting his gear together.
Jack crouches down in front of me, his warm hand pressing against the side of my belly. he leans forward, leaving a soft kiss on my bump, and my heart flutters at his gentle touches.
“love, you gotta finish getting ready for practice. Luke has knocked on the door twice now.” i remind him, running a hand through his wavy hair.
“i don’t wanna leave.” he groans, standing from his spot at the end of the bed. he holds a hand out for me to latch onto, pulling me up from my sitting position and into his arms.
“you’ll be back in a few hours.” i laugh. “and by the time you get back, El will be awake and bugging me about you.”
Jack chuckles and steps away from me, double checking his gear bag that sits on a chair in the corner of our bedroom.
i rest a hand on my small bump, looking at the full length mirror in front of our bed.
“Jack, let’s g-” the bedroom door swings open, and through the mirror, my eyes lock with Luke’s which widen at the sight of me and begin to flicker between me, my stomach, and his brother.
“what the fuck, Luke?” Jack huffs, moving to step in front of me, as if it’ll erase the sight of my protruding baby bump from his younger sibling’s mind.
“what the fuck, me? what the fuck, you!” Luke exclaims, pointing at his brother with a face of shock. “Lovie, you’re pregnant? does mom know?”
“Luke, we’re married adults that already have one kid, mom doesn’t need to know everything.” Jack reminds him, rolling his eyes.
“so, no?” Luke raises an eyebrow, and i take this as my time to step in.
“Momma doesn’t know yet, Lukey. we plan on telling her, Dad, and Quinn on the trip to Vancouver at the end of this month.” i explain, stepping out from behind Jack, to show myself to brother-in-law.
“we were gonna tell you there too, but you don’t know how to knock.” Jack scoffs and i reach back to smack his chest, making him pout.
“was this one planned?” Luke eyes my bump warily, as if at any moment the baby could just pop out.
“yeah.” i nod. “we’ve always talked about having our kids 2 years apart, like you guys, and with El’s second birthday in March, we knew we should start trying. we didn’t expect it to happen on the first try though.”
Luke’s face contorts, his lip spreading in a wide smile, and he steps forward, pulling me into a tight hug.
“congratulations, you guys.”
“thank you, bubba.” i pull back, watching as Luke claps my husband on the back.
“how far along are you?” he asks, poking my bump with an index finger. Jack swats his hand away from my belly, rolling his eyes again.
“14 weeks. so, 3 months.”
Luke’s eyes get wide again.
“oh gross, you guys! my bedroom at the lake house was right next to yours.”
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Jack and Lovie’s plan to tell Ellen, Jim, and Quinn pretty much blew up in their faces once they got to Quinn’s apartment though.
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i wrap my coat further around myself in attempt to hide my growing baby bump. 4 months along and i’m already feeling like i’ll be back the waddling instead of walking any day now.
Jack holds El on his hip, letting her watch the glowing little elevator light that tells you which floors you’re on; finding amusement in her entertainment.
the elevator stops at the 10th floor and we all pile out. i trail behind my husband and his younger brother as we walk down the hallway, stopping in front of Quinn’s apartment.
it’s not but a moment after Luke knocks that Quinn answers the door, letting us in as he’s mid-talk with his mother.
he hugs Luke first, before moving onto Jack and pressing a kiss to El’s cheek, making her giggle from the scratch of his beard. finally, he gets to me moving in to give me a hug but i bypass him, pressing a swift kiss to his cheek before stepping away.
Quinn’s brows furrow, his nose scrunching in confusion as he eyes me while his parents join us from the kitchen.
“oh look at my baby!” Ellen calls as she steps in the room.
“mom, i’m not a baby anymore.” Luke huffs, but his mother rolls her eyes.
“i was talking about El.” she shakes her head, opening her arms for a hug from my daughter. Jack sets El down, but all the talk about babies must turn a light on in her head, because as soon as her feet land on the floor, she’s turning to me.
her little hands quickly rise and press against my bump and she calls out “baby!”
the room goes silent, Jack and i exchanging a flustered glance as Luke stares gobsmacked at his niece. Ellen’s eyes go wide as she rises to her full height, clutching Jim’s arm, and Quinn’s jaw goes slack as he look between my husband and my daughters hands.
“what?” Ellen is the first one to speak, a grin on her face.
“mommy, baby!” El shouts, hitting the bottom of my stomach now. i wince, causing Jack to go in full dad mode and scoop our daughter back up.
“what did we say, El? we gotta be gentle with mommy’s tummy.” he scolds, looking straight in her eyes. El pouts, her lips falling in an exaggerated frown, and she hides her face in Jack’s neck.
i can see the guilt in Jack’s eyes at the fact that he’s upset his baby girl, but i don’t a chance to comfort him before Quinn is speaking up.
“you’re pregnant?” he asks, excitedly, making his mother smack at his arm.
“let them say it themselves!” Ellen scolds her eldest son and i giggle.
“i’m pregnant.” i confirm. Ellen squeals, bounding over to wrap me up in a hug.
“oh honey, congratulations!” she pulls away her hands hovering over my bump as she looks up at me for approval. at my nod, her hands drop down to touch my belly, a large smile gracing her lips.
Jim and Quinn say their congrats to Jack before Ellen moves over to her middle son, allowing her husband and eldest to get their turn with me.
“congratulations, hun. can’t wait to spoil the little one.” Jim tells me, wrapping me in a bear hug.
“you already spoil the first one, i think Jack might not be too happy if you spoil this one too.” i laugh, pulling back to let Quinn hug me.
“he’ll get over it.” Jim shrugs, stepping back.
Quinn looks at me with a fond smile first, before his arms wrap around my shoulders, his hand running over the back of my head.
“congratulations, sis.” he whispers in my ear, swaying our bodies back and forth just slightly.
“thank you, Quinny.” i grin, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“this one planned?” he asks as we pull apart.
“why do you guys keep asking that?!” i chuckle, hitting his arm. “yes! this one was planned, you asshole!”
he laughs, shrugging his shoulders. “just had to check.”
Jack, Luke, and i shed our coats and the family moves to the living room, sitting all around on Quinn’s furniture.
“so, how far along are you?” Ellen asks excitedly, her fingers drumming together as i dig through my purse for a sonogram picture.
“four months.” Jack tells his mother, watching as her face lights up when i hand her the photo.
“not too long until you know the gender.” Jim chimes in, looking over his wife’s shoulder at the photo.
“that appointment is in a few weeks.” i tell them, smiling as Ellen hands the photo to Quinn, who grins down at the black and white picture.
Ellen looks between me and Jack, who plays peekaboo with the almost two year old that sits on his lap. “oh, i’m just so happy for you two.”
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Hey there! So idea for the baby au!
Jack brings El on to family skate and since he's a stingy, possessive lil middle child. Luke decides to throw arm around y/n like "okay i got the sister!"
And Jack's like.... "I seem to have miscalculated"
Also just for lols Quinn calls and is like "i would like to fly out the baby for my family skate. Jack can stay home"
in the previous couple of years, the New Jersey Devils family skate has always just been Jack and i. suffice it to say, Jack has had this season’s circled on our calendar since it was announced. practically counting down the days until he got to bring El and i on the ice with the team and their families.
El is bundled up to keep her warm and she giggles as Jack glides around with her on the ice. i skate beside them, a hand in Jack’s hoodie pocket to still have a connection to him while he holds our eight month old.
“hey, Jack!” Luke calls out, skating up beside me. “mind if i take a turn skating around with El?”
“get your own baby!” Jack exclaims, holding El tighter on his hip. she babbles a little, grabbing at Jack’s face.
“dada.” she whisper babbles, making Jack grin. he brings her closer to his face, blowing raspberries on her cheeks as she shrieks with delight, laughing at him and smacking at his face.
“alright, be stingy.” Luke shrugs, throwing an arm around my shoulder and pulling me away from Jack. “i’ll take y/n, she is my sister after all.”
my heart skips a beat at being referred to as his sister. no matter how long Jack and i have been together, or how many times Quinn and Luke refer to me as their sister, it always makes me emotional.
Jack stands in front of us, slack-jawed as he looks between us, blinking repeatedly. obviously shocked that Luke has the audacity to take me from he and El.
“but- i- she’s my-” Jack stutters, weakly lifting a hand to point at me.
“i think you’ll be fine for a few minutes without me, babe.” i tell him, leaning forward to press a kiss on he and El’s cheeks before Luke and i skate off. Luke’s arm rests around my shoulders as we leave my husband and baby.
“El-Bell, i think i miscalculated something here.” i hear Jack sigh behind us to our daughter, making me chuckle.
“so, how long do you give him before he catches up with us?” Luke asks me with a crooked smirk.
“three minutes tops.” i reply before we stop, posing for the photographer to take a photo of us. we’re just starting up again before we hear Jack yelling behind us.
“hey, hold on!” he calls, making Luke and i exchange an amused glance.
“yes, Jack?” i laugh, turning to look at him.
“we can all skate together.” he says.
“and i can hold El for a minute?” Luke asks. at the sound of her name, El turns her head to look at her uncle, making grabby hands at him. at the sight of our daughter reaching out to Luke, Jack sighs, giving up his hesitancy.
“one minute!” he clarifies, handing the baby to his brother. Luke happily accepts her, skating off in front of us. Jack turns to me, pouting.
“i was robbed.” he tells me, letting his head fall on my shoulder. i giggle, patting his back in comfort.
“you’ll get her back in a few minutes, Jacky. i promise.” i coo. “now let’s go catch up with them.”
**
Jack and i lay in bed the morning after family skate, El laying between us as Jack blows raspberries on her belly, making her laugh. my heart melts at the sight, moved by the love he shows for her.
i’m snapped out of my trance by the sound of my phone ringing. i reach over, grabbing my phone from my nightstand to find Quinn facetiming. i click the accept button, watching the screen connect.
“look, El! it’s uncle Quinny!” i cheer, holding the phone so that she’s in the camera and can see the screen. Jack looks over at the screen, giving a head nod to his brother.
“hey, El! whatcha doing, princess?!” Quinn coos, making her shriek and babble. “i heard you got to skate with daddy and uncle Luke last night!”
“oh yeah, she had a blast.” i say, bringing the camera back to me.
“that’s actually what i was calling about. i would love for you and El to fly out for the Canucks family skate, if you’re willing.” he tells me.
“we would love to, Quinny!” i grin. “when is it?”
“next month, on the 15th!” he informs, and i nod.
“we can do that.” i reply. he grins in response.
“uh, no we can’t.” Jack pipes up. i look over to find his brows furrowed, his face scrunched in confusion. “i have a roadie then.”
“oh, i wasn’t talking about you, Rowdy.” Quinn tells him. “i just wanted sissy and El.”
i can’t hold back the soft smile that spreads across my lips at him calling me ‘sissy’.
“what? they’re my baby and wife!” Jack argues, an exaggerated frown adorning his face.
“oh Jack, you’ll be out of town anyways!” i smack his chest before looking back at the phone. “we’ll be there, huggy.”
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El!hughes au, where reader takes baby El to her first hockey game of Jack's and it is just really cute and fluffy!!!! Thank you love ❤
adjusting the tiny New Jersey Devils jersey, i smile at the cuteness that is my daughter. Jack and i agreed not to bring El to a hockey game last season, as she was only a month old by the time the season ended, but now it’s October, hockey season has officially started up, and our daughter is seven months old, which we’ve both agreed is old enough to at least take her to one game to feel out how she does.
but what he doesn’t know is that i’m bringing her to the arena for tonight’s game.
i sit in a glass seat waiting for warm-ups, El in my lap looking around at the rink. she’s silent and content until the buzzer sounds, signaling the start of warm-ups, making her startle and look up at me with an exaggerated frown and tears in her eyes.
“hey, baby. it’s okay.” i coo, standing and holding her in a standing position on the ledge around the glass. i tap the glass in the direction of the tunnel entrance, making her attention stray over towards my finger as the team skates out onto the ice.
“look El! there’s uncle Nico!” i cheer, holding her tiny hand up and making it wave. “say ‘hi uncle Nico!’”
she laughs at my actions, but otherwise stays silent, watching the guys skate around on the ice. Nico skates over, tapping at the glass in front of her and i watch her reaction as she sees him. she giggles in response, banging her hands on the glass.
Nico skates away, hitting a puck towards the open net and it’s no longer than a minute later before Dawson skates up taking his place and tapping on the glass.
“look Eleanor! uncle Dawson!” i tell her, and she giggles again, smacking at the glass in front of Dawson, who is bent down making faces at her.
he, too, quickly leaves, and i try and spot my husband on the ice but before i can, someone skates over, cluelessly blocking my view.
i let out an exaggerated gasp, taking El’s little hand in my own and pointing it towards the person.
“El! it’s uncle Lukey!” i exclaim and watch as he turns around at the sound of my voice. at the sight of his niece, Luke grins, bending down so his face is level with hers.
“hey, it’s my favorite girl!” he shouts over the noise of the fans in the arena, making El smile wide and start making grabby hands at him. “sorry, pretty girl! i can’t hold you right now.”
he frowns at her before looking up at me.
“she’s pulling at my heart strings, man!” he tells me and i laugh.
“oh, you’ll see her later at home!” i remind him and he nods.
after finding out we were having a baby, Jack and i both agreed that Luke could still live with us until he decided he wanted to move out, although with how close he is with El, i could see that never happening. which doesn’t upset me at all, because Luke has been one of my closest friends for years now.
“should i go get dada for you, El?” he asks her, and her face brightens at the mention of Jack. Luke takes that as his cue, skating off in search of his brother.
it’s not long before i spot my husband skating over, a wide grin on his face as he stops in front of us.
“El, who is that?!” i coo, watching as she looks up at his face. her eyes go wide, a large grin overtaking her face as she bangs on the glass and starts babbling.
“hey, baby!” he cheers, bending down to be level with her. “did mommy take you to come see daddy play?!”
El lets out an excited shriek, making Jack and i laugh.
“oh yeah?” Jack plays into her babbling, making her laugh. she bangs on the glass a few more times before Jack places his hand on the glass, hers moving to be on top of his on our side. i snap a quick picture of the sweet moment before Jack looks at me.
“hey, pretty lady.” he smiles, making me giggle. “you think you can catch?”
“i can give it a shot.” i tell him. i watch as he uses his stick to toss a warm-up puck over the glass, bringing one hand off of El in order to catch it.
“for her collection.” he tells me.
“what collection?”
“every game she comes to, i’m gonna give her a warm-up puck. i’ll sign and date it when we get home, so she always knows which game it was.” he explains. my heart beats faster, butterflies taking flight in my stomach at his love for her.
El starts making grabby hands at him, and he pouts at her before the buzzer sounds again, letting us know warm-ups are over and it’s time for Jack to get back to the locker room.
“i love you sweetheart! daddy will see you after he wins the game!” Jack exclaims, blowing El a kiss before he skates away towards the tunnel. i stick the puck in my jacket pocket, holding El on my hip as i start walking away from the glass to go to the WAGS box.
she looks up at me with an exaggerated frown, and tears in her eyes, her hand still outstretched towards the ice.
“we’ll see daddy in a few hours, baby. he’s gotta work, honey.”
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have u seen the video of jason kelces daughter pointing out aj browns pink shows during the nfl game? anyway, theres definitely a video of little el pointing out her daddy on screen and its the cutest thing ever. shes like "daddy again! i see him mommy! oh! i see him again!" and jack literally melts when he sees the video because its literally the cutest thing ever
i love this so much 😭
it’s definitely when she’s like 3 and he’s on a roadie, Lovie just thinks it’s too cute to not record
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it should’ve never surprised me how focused my daughter could become whenever a hockey game is involved.
with every male in her life being a former or current player, there’s constant hockey around her. i guess i just never assumed that at three years old, she could be so content in watching a hockey game.
El is sat on the couch when i return from the nursery, her bowl of fruit next to her and her eyes laser focused on the Devils game that plays on the tv. she looks over as i sit beside her, taking note of my empty arms.
“my Leo sleeping?” she wonders, her eyes wide and curious.
i wrap an arm around my daughter, pulling her close to me as my other hand runs through her wild blonde curls.
“yeah, lovely. Elio is asleep, so we can’t be too loud, okay?” she nods at my words, laying her head against my chest and dialing back into the game.
i tune in as well, noticing the score has yet to change from 0-0 since i left to put my son to sleep. it’s well into the second period, and i know my husband and his teammates must be frustrated.
i’m proven correct when the camera pans to the bench, where Jack heatedly converses with his brother.
“mommy!” El’s head pops up from its spot, her sticky little hand patting my cheek to make sure i’m paying attention. “it’s daddy! and uncle Luke!”
“yeah?” i laugh, pressing i kiss to the top of her head.
“yeah! i see them, mommy!” her voice is near yelling, high with excitement as she leaves my arms, bounding closer to the television.
the camera is back on the ice now, where the ref calls a penalty on the other team for tripping.
sliding my phone out of my back pocket, i swipe into the camera app, discreetly propping the now recording phone up on a toy on the coffee table. the camera captures the expanse of the half of the living room that El and i currently occupy, providing a good shot of my daughter that stands at the tv, and of me where i sit on the sofa.
i focus back on the game, my husband on the current power play unit.
he passes the puck back and forth with his teammates around the opposing teams net, and in a matter of seconds, he’s got the puck back and he’s shooting it straight past the goalie.
a wide grin spreads across my lips, a squeal escaping me in excitement.
“GO DADDY!” El cheers, jumping up and down in front of the tv. she turns back to look at me and runs over, climbing back up on my lap. “he did it, mommy! daddy got a goal!”
“he did, munchkin!” she climbs back down, looking back at the tv.
“daddy again! i see him mommy!” she calls out as the screen zooms in on a closeup of my smiling husband before panning back out to show him skating over to the bench.
the game cuts to media break and i look back at El’s smiling face, a spitting image of Jack’s smile.
when the game returns, it opens on a shot of Jack sitting on the bench, talking animatedly to Nico.
“oh! i see him again!” El cries out, pointing at the tv as she bounces around. “that’s daddy! that’s my daddy!”
i gather my phone from the table, cutting off the recording as my daughter rejoins me on the couch. she curls up in my lap, pulling the bowl of fruit on the couch back into her own lap.
i quickly send the video to Jack, for him to watch when he gets back to his hotel, and then set my phone down on the arm of the couch, wrapping my arms around my three year old.
we sit like this for the remainder of the game, El falling asleep during the second intermission, and only once the Devils have won 3-1, do i move her into her bed.
i turn the tv off, cleaning up the living room and placing the empty bowl from El’s fruit into the dishwasher before retreating to my own room for the rest of the night. i plug my phone in, changing into my pajama’s, brushing my teeth, and washing my face before climbing into my bed.
i’m just about to turn my lamp off when my phone begins to ring, and i look over to see an incoming facetime from Jack.
accepting the call, it’s no more than a few seconds before it connects, his smiling face filling my screen.
“hi, love.” i greet, smiling back at him.
“hi, lovie. El asleep now?” he questions, and i notice his hair is damp, apparently freshly washed, but he’s not in his hotel room, rather sitting on the plane.
“yeah, she fell asleep during second intermission.” i tell him. “pretty sure she was just waiting for you to score before she let herself crash.”
he chuckles and i speak again, “i thought you guys weren’t coming home until tomorrow afternoon?”
“no, we’re about to take off. i’ll be back by the time you wake up, i just wanted to talk to you before you go to sleep.”
my heart flutters in my chest. eight years together and he still never fails to make me feel like i have a schoolgirl crush.
“i loved that video, thank you for capturing that. and for sending it.” his eyes are soft, and i know he must be missing El a lot right now.
“yeah, well, i wanted you to see your number one fan.” i laugh, and he feigns offense, holding his free hand to his chest.
“i thought you were my number one fan.”
“i think El’s got me beat now.” i exaggerate a pout and he chuckles.
“i gotta go, we’re about to take off.” he sighs, and i nod in understanding. “i’ll see you when i get home. i love you, beautiful.”
“i love you too, love. see you when you get home.”
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Jack making you put sunscreen on when you’re spending the day on the beach mostly because he just wants an excuse to rub you down. 🤭
You're warm and sleepy, laying on your back dozing in and out, listening to the gentle waves and distant laughter of splashing in the water. You were so beyond relaxed that it made you jump when you suddenly felt Jack’s cold wet hands press to your stomach, straddling your legs.
You let out a petulant and shrill whine as you try and push yourself up, cold sea water dripping all over you unpleasantly and Jack simply laughs, pushing you back down with unmatched strength. Something in you eases up a little at his manhandling, warming your stomach as he speaks.
"Hey, hey, I come in peace. Gotta make sure you don't burn, right?" A foreign liquid drizzles onto your stomach before his hands get to work, rubbing circles on your glowing skin.
"S'cold." You rasp, still moody from being forced out of your relaxed state.
"Yadayadayada, think what you mean to say is 'thank you, Jack.’” He combats, shuffling a little lower as he hands slide down to cup your bikini covered tits, jiggling them a little in his palms. "And thank you, mother nature." He adds quietly in awe.
"Jack." You complain and he chuckles.
"I know, I know. Listen, I just gotta make sure to get your boobs, too. These babies will burn like a bitch and next thing y'know, you're too sore."
Once he's done greedily rubbing the sunscreen along your tits his hands move back up, slotting down beneath you to pull you up a little, slimy hands massaging your tits.
"Oh, my God." You breathe out, half mad at his fondling and half aroused.
"Okay, I admit that was just pure greed." Jack sits back, still straddling your body. "Can you blame me, though? Shit, baby." His eyes trail down to your tits once more, and you look over at him. "Alright, alright, I’m off.” He climbs off you with a cheeky, yet cocky grin.
FUCKING FUCK
i can absolutely see this happening 😭 he would use the sunscreen as a definite excuse to fondle you and massage your tits, and then absolutely run off without doing anything about your now turned on state
like he definitely is genuinely worried about you burning (because if you’re sunburnt, he can’t have his way with you, ya know?) but he mostly just wants to excuse to touch you and get away with it in front of the guys
WHERE DO I SIGN UP?!
I WANT IT. I NEED IT. HOW DO I GET IT?
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