#( breathe ft jack hughes )

[lfghughes]

Sad fic with Jack using Breathe by Lauv? Apparently I want to hurt my own feelings with this request

a/n: the way i want to cry so much right now. don't worry you're not the only one who enjoys hurting their own feelings.

Things had been off for a while and Jack just didn’t know how to bring it up. He had figured the feeling would go away but instead it only felt heavier each week. He knew she had noticed and the fact that she noticed and still tried her best every day to make him feel better only hurt more. She didn’t deserve any of this and yet she put up with it every day. Jack stirred in the bed, partly not wanting to get up but he knew he had things he needed to get done today.

Next to him he felt his girlfriend stir and when she realized he was awake she scooted closer in the bed. His arms went around her as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Good morning.” He whispered into her hair. If he could stay like this forever he would. This was the girl who taught him how to love, who was his everything, yet right now he had never felt emptier in life and he didn’t know how to even begin explaining that.

She always noticed everything and lately she had been walking on eggshells around him and he felt like he was doing the same so they could avoid the conversation that was needed to be had. “Is everything okay?” She whispered, a tone of caution in her voice. It’s not a question she wanted to ask because if anything she was terrified of the answer. Things weren’t okay, that had become obvious. “Everything is fine.” He promised, hating himself more for lying. “I have to get some things done today but I’ll see you at the game later. You can take my car, I’ll ride with Dawson and then after I’ll ride home with you.”

The rest of the day went by fine except as more of the day passed the more Jack knew he needed to do something or say something. They couldn’t keep living the way they were. His mind was so unfocused on everything that he could barely concentrate at the game too. They won but he didn’t feel like he put up a good performance and he was sure the critics would have plenty to say on social media later about him. But right now he didn’t even care what was said about him. “I’ll meet you at the car.” He quickly texted his girlfriend.

After he got done in the locker room, he made his way out to the parking lot and slid into the drivers side of his car. He turned slightly in the car and a small painful sigh fell from his mouth. “Jack, please don’t.” The minute the words came out of her mouth Jack could feel his heart shatter. Of course she knew what was coming, she always knew what he felt and what he was thinking. He had to look away because he couldn’t see the river that was growing in her eyes. Placing his head into his hands he tried his best to hold back his own tears.

“I’m so sorry.” The words were painful to say and he meant every bit of them but sorry wasn’t going to fix this pain in either of them. “I just…I need room to breathe and really think. You deserve so much better than this and than me.” This time he looked up, knowing it would hurt to look at her but she deserved at least someone who could look her in the face while saying this. “Jack, I want you.” At her words he shook his head.

“For right now I think this is what we have to do. Maybe one day if I figure myself out we can try again but right now I really just need to breathe.” He hated himself, he hated himself too much right now but he needed this, they needed this and maybe one day they’d come back together and be even better. “I’m going to drive you back to our place, don’t worry about moving out. The place is yours for as long as you want it. I’ll stay with Luke for a bit.”

The drive back home was miserable, Jack wanted nothing more than to comfort her as she cried in the passenger seat but there was nothing he could do. Once they were back home, he went inside to grab a few things he would need for the night. “Please don’t leave.” She begged, tears still flowing from her eyes as he froze at the door. “Baby..” He walked over, knowing this wouldn’t make it better. His hand cupped the back of her head, bringing her forward until she hit his chest. “I love you okay, everything I ever said to you was true and everything we felt for each other was real. I just need to figure myself out.” He placed a kiss on the top of her head and before he could convince himself otherwise he walked out of their place.

#jack hughes blurb #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes #( breathe ft jack hughes )

[letsgetrowdy43]

What to expect when you're expecting ☆—

Finally got around to writing how our faves, Honey and Quinner handled their first-ever expectancy with Warren Hughes, ft. their wedding

warnings: mentions of pregnancy/birth, sickness, swearing, lmk anything else

Au Masterlist!!

“Close your eyes, Jack, please don't ruin the surprise,” the girl laughed as she placed her hand over his eyes which he refused to keep shut, her other hand swatting him in the shoulder as Ellen scolded her middle child.

Quinn and Honey quietly walked around the living room to retrieve the Christmas presents they hid from the entire Hughes family. Tiny shadow boxes for the Hughes and one for each of Honeys family who they would be visiting later in the day. Little displays of sonograms paired with baby onesies, sat perfectly behind a layer of glass, Honey grinned as she placed one on the boy's laps and a shared one for Jimmy and Ellen. A tiny Michigan onesie paired with a sonogram for Luke, a Devils for Jack, and one that said “the newest member of team Hughes” on it for Jim and Ellen

It was perfect.

“I’m so excited,” Ellen said as she felt the cool glass of her gift, secretly hoping for something homemade from the couple, loving the more thought-out gifts compared to anything else.

Luke let out a sigh as he awaited being allowed to simply open his eyes, “can we look now?” the built-up suspense was beginning to kill him. Quinn shook his head with a laugh, “You can now,” taking a deep breath as he took his spot next to Honey on the carpet. Intertwining their fingers as she leaned her head against his shoulder, he placed a kiss on the crown of her head as all of the remaining Hughes family members let out gasps.

“You’re kidding!” Ellen it for a moment longer before putting the gift in Jim’s lap and hopping out of her spot on the couch and hugging the two of them.

Tears in her eyes as she swayed them back and forth, “I’m crying, my babies,” she wiped her tears and pulled away to look Honey in the eyes, “Are you showing?”

Honey shrugged as she uncovered the slight bump, “I’m only about five weeks, which is kinda early to announce it to you guys but I just couldn't wait, I kinda just look bloated,” she joked as she looked back to Jack who had tears in his eyes.

Luke’s jaw was dropped and Jack was extremely emotional as the couple turned their attention to them. “We’re gonna be uncles,” Luke said with a growing smile as he got up and hugged Honey, “holy shit you guys are gonna have a baby” "yeah we are," Quinn mumbled as a teary-eyed Jack lunged forward to hug his older brother.

"I thought I was gonna have the best gifts this year," he joked as Honey let out a laugh, the boy turning to her and diving at her and capturing her in a hug, "this is the best present ever!"

☆☆☆☆

"Honey, are you two sure you want to have the wedding before you have the baby? No one is forcing you to get married before," her mom said as she looked at the template for the invitation in her email. Honey let out a sigh as she sat bundled up in a blanket on the couch, Quinn was out on a roadie as she was tucked away in the house trying to get started with the planning on their wedding, "I just really want to marry him, mom, it was happening soon with or without the baby," she huffed and shut the laptop.

This had been a topic of conversation with not only her mother, but her father, and a few of her work friends. Seemingly the most tiring conversation she'd ever had, seeing as everyone believed the two only wanted to get married because of the baby, which was not the case. Honey and Quinn already knew that their end game was marriage, it was something they both dreamt about in the near future, already having it planned out months before the proposal or the baby.

"I know honey, you guys are in love, I just don't want you to stress yourself out and something happen to you or the baby," she said softly, trying to reason with her daughter who had been contrary as of late and filled with pregnancy hormones. "I know," she took a sip of her tea, "I just feel like we've been having this conversation for weeks and I haven't changed my thoughts on it, and I'm not stressed, I've looked into a planner to help me with everything, and Quinn is just a dream, per usual." "well as long as you have it under control, I can't wait to see you walk down the aisle,” her mom said in a gentle tone as she settled in bed next to Honey’s father.

“Speaking of walking down the aisle, I really want you and Ellen here when I try on my dress, I’ll pay for your ticket, I really want my mom there to help me pick out the dress for the big day,” honey smiled as she listened to the excited squeal her mom let out on the other end.

“Of course, I’ll be there sweetheart whenever you need me there, I’ll be on the first flight out,” she said contently

☆☆☆☆

Quinn grinned as he watched Honey unpack her grandmother's vintage jewellery, a smile on her face as she looked up and Quinn as she picked up her rehearsal dinner dress and laid it out on the hotel bed, "we are gonna be husband and wife in less than twenty-four hours" "I know, I'm so excited," he smiled as he propped himself up on his elbow, his hand motioning for her to lean down so he could press a kiss to her lips.

"you getting cold feet yet?" she questioned with a smirk as she pulled away from his lips, smiling at the way he chased her for another kiss. "I could never, maybe a little nervous, but not because I'm marrying you, that's all I've ever wanted," he confessed with a nervous laugh as she flushed at the response, his arms wrapping around her waist to pull her onto the bed, laid right on top of him. "Good"

"Have you picked a best man yet?" Honey asked as he peppered kisses on her cheek, "You've been putting it off." "Well since we've decided to name our firstborn after Luke I think it's only appropriate to make Jack the best man, plus Luke didn't write a speech for the reception and Jack did so I think he should be rewarded for that," he said halting the soft kisses to look at her jaw as he held her face in his hands just staring at her for a second, taking in that last few alone moments they were gonna have before their week-long honeymoon in Italy before they headed back to Michigan for the start of off-season training and getting ready for the arrival of their baby boy.

"I can't wait for tomorrow, Mrs Hughes." A wide grin danced on her lips as she collapsed next to him on the bed, "I think I just swooned" she whispered as she placed a kiss on his shoulder, his hand finding comfort on her now-showing stomach.

☆☆☆☆

“Quinn is going to bawl his eyes out when he sees you,” Ellen said with tears in her eyes as she straightened the flower crown that sat on top of Honey's head, “my only daughter,” she said, trying to hold back the tears that were bound to fall. “Thank you, Ellen, for everything,” Honey whispered with a smile, choking back tears as she hugged her mother-in-law.

The bride pulled away, fanning her face as she tried to hold back the tears threatening to spill, “have you seen Quinn this morning?” “He’s been itching to see you all morning” she laughed as she fixed the vintage necklace that hung from the bride's neck, a smile on her lips as she looked up at the blue earrings that hung from her ears, Hughes family heirlooms.

Honey smiled warmly, as she thought about how nervous Quinn must be, knowing how much he hates photos and public speaking. Wondering if he had as equally a rough sleep as her without her occupying her side of the mattress.

“I miss him” “Girl it’s been twelve hours, you will see him soon,” one of Honey’s cousins spoke from behind her as Ellen smiled from ear to ear. “I should go make sure my other two sons are being behaved,” Elle said as she squeezed Honey’s hand and went to find Luke, Jack, and Jim.

The conversations in the room grew louder and louder as the anticipation for the big moment grew, with every second Honey’s nerves seemed to triple.

“I’m gonna get some air,” the bride mumbled to her mom and wedding planner. “I’ll escort you outside,” Sheila, her planner offered with a smile as her mom rubbed her back. “No no, I’m just nauseous, probably just the baby,” she said pointing at her stomach as she excused herself into the hall trying to find the nearest exit to the vineyard to get some air.

The backs of her hands pressed against her cheeks, flushed with nerves as she stumbled upon a man sitting on a bench with his head in his hands. “You sure you’re not getting cold feet?” Honey asked with a smile as Quinn looked up at her, lost for words as she shuffled forward and took a seat next to him. “I’m uh- you look, god I can’t even explain how beautiful you look” he finally looked her in the eyes, his face flushed shyly. “You look very handsome as well,” she mumbled as her hands reached forward and straightened the tie on his neck, then racked her fingers through his hair to return it to his previously styled look.

Quinn's eyes bounced around her face as examined the way the dress sat perfectly on her silhouette, accentuating her bust and waist, all while perfectly concealing her baby bump. Hair falling just perfectly past her shoulders, the flower crown on her head making her eyes look warm and soft. “Isn’t it bad luck to see the bride before the wedding?” He asked as he reached out for her hand, her head leaning against his shoulder as they watched their guests starting to arrive. She shrugged, “Probably, but I don’t care, I needed this,” Honey whispered as she lifted his hand up to kiss his knuckles, her other hand resting on her stomach as she took a deep breath.

"You have trouble sleeping last night?" she asked as she looked up at him. Quinn laughed and nodded, Honey's stomach did flips as she drank in his laugh, "I was so anxious all night, not to mention Trevor and Jack's loud snoring throughout the night."

“You're about to be my wife,” he grinned, as he stared up at the sun peaking through the leaves of the trees. "I know, I can't wait," she said with a quiet squeal before she looked at the watch on Quinn's wrist, "I should probably get back for pictures," she said quietly as Quinn nodded and stood up with her. "See you in an hour, Mrs. Hughes," he said with a smile as she flushed and headed back inside the venue.

☆☆☆☆ "Quinn," she gasped and tensed up, her hand trying to find him, "he's kicking me!" she squealed quietly, pushing his shoulder, attempting to wake him up.

The two of them had gotten back from their trip to Italy, beautifully tanned and very jetlagged, excited to get back to Michigan to start getting ready for their baby boy.

Quinn tired rolled over, his hands raking through his curls as he nuzzled his face into her cheek, “what’s wrong?” Honey rolled her eyes and took ahold of his hand, placing it on her lower stomach, Quinn fully awoke in seconds, his eyes widened as he looked up from the bump to the exasperated smile dancing on his wife's lips.

"He's kicking," he said in a state of shock as the baby finally settled, "he's so perfect already," he sigh and laid back down on his pillow, still facing Honey as she yawned. "I'm so excited to meet him," Honey mumbled as she felt Quinn's lips press against her shoulder, a soft smile on her lips as Quinn wrapped an arm around her torso. A short hum of the agreement left Quinn's mouth as he snuggled into her side, she finally settled down, her hand intertwined with the one he draped over her mid-drift as she closed her eyes and let sleep take over.

☆☆☆☆

Ellen squealed as she shorted through the array of baby clothes that were currently taking up the entire guest bedroom closet, tiny gender-neutral outfits (I like the idea that Honey and Quinn keep the baby's gender between themselves, kinda like a little intimate secret all to themselves), muted orange and yellow onesies laid out of the bed. Honey and Ellen began to pack her hospital bag for the approaching day, only three weeks away, and soon a new Hughes baby would be welcomed into the world.

"You getting excited?" Ellen asked as she sorted through all of the gifts from the baby shower, bags of baby blankets, diapers, soothers, and so many other baby essentials. Honey smiled as she began folding and organizing all of the baby's outfits, "I'm so excited, but I'm so scared at the same time," she said in a soft tone as Ellen stopped in her tracks. the older woman sitting down on the edge of the bed beside her, "I'm all ears if you want to talk it through, I've been through this three times now so I can walk you through all of it," she said as she encouragingly rubbed her daughter-inlaws shoulder. Honey sighed, "I'm fine with birth, I'm just so scared of the after, I sometimes feel incapable to take care of myself so I'm just scared to let him down."

Ellen shook her head, and smiled, "All new moms feel like that, you're going in blind, so it's totally normal to be intimidated" she said hugging the young woman, "but I promise you I will be here whenever you need me, I'm just a plane away, and I mean whenever."

Honey's eyes began to water as she hugged her mother-in-law back, "Thank you, Ellen, for the support, and the love over the years." "hun, you've been my family for nearly ten years, I will always be in your corner," Ellen said, tears now in her eyes as she pressed a kiss to her daughter's cheek, "you have any problem at all, even if it's regarding my son, call me and I will handle it."

☆☆☆☆

Quinn and Honey were out to breakfast the morning of August 29th, and the entire day from that breakfast and well into the afternoon felt off. Breakfast ended abruptly when Honey began to get angsty, that strong nesting instinct that the doctors had warned about was now in full swing, needing to be as close to home as possible at all times just in case. A strong need for everything to be clean and prepared for the moment the baby came, she felt off at all times. Tired and nauseous as her due date snuck up on her.

It was just after dinner when her water broke, Honey had opted out of laying in bed to sit back and admire Quinn while he trained with his brothers in their garage. "Fuck," she gasped as she stood up and one of the first contractions hit, "Quinn, we need to go," she said looking down at her maternity overalls. Quinn, Jack, and Luke all looked up confused before seeing the fear that rested behind her eyes, followed by a hiss of pain as she sat back down, doing breathing exercises as she waited for this contraction to pass.

"shit, shit, okay" Quinn walked over to her and lowered himself to be face-to-face with her, "can I help walk you to the car?" he asked as his hands held her face in them. "yes please" she cried as she squeezed his wrist. "Jack you go get me the keys and the go bag which is in the entrance closet," Quinn demanded, watching as Jack went from shocked to running in the direction of the house, "Luke call Mom and Dad, and Hun's parents," Luke nodded and immediately had the phone up to his ear.

"Are you ready for this pretty girl?" he said brushing the hair out of her face. Honey nodded slowly as her eyes squinted, wincing in pain. "Then let's go have this baby"

☆☆☆☆

Warren was born early the next morning, after nearly twelve hours of intense labour, Quinn nearly passing out from anxiety, and many other bumps in the road that the nurses kept referring to as the 'miracles of birth'.

"He's here!" the Doctor announced as she wiped the little boy off and placed him right onto Honey's chest, tears rolling down her face as she examined her little boy's face. She looked up at Quinn with tears in her eyes, "we did it!" she whispered as her thumb ran over the soft skin of the baby's back. "That was all you Hun, I was just here holding your hand," Quinn said with tears in his eyes as he leaned down and placed a kiss on his wife's lips, tasting the saltiness of her tears as he pulled away to look adoringly at his son and wife. "You almost passed out," the young woman smirked, mockingly, as Quinn laughed and wiped his tears away.

Quinn silently sobbed the moment the nurse suggested that Quinn did skin-on-skin with the infant, barely able to wrap his mind around the idea that this little baby was his. a product of his love for his wife and a new direction in his life. "you okay love?" Honey asked as she watched the boy silently cry, exhaustion filling her voice as she looked over to her husband and baby. "yeah I'm okay," he assured before going silent once again.

Jack and Luke were the final immediate family members to come into the delivery room after the birth, smiles on their faces and bouquet of flowers in their hands as they knocked on the door. "Wash your hands." was the first thing that left Quinn's mouth as he opened the door for his brothers. Happy smiles took over their faces as she saw Honey holding the little bundle in her arms.

"Sooo what's their name?" Jack grinned as he was motioned to sit on the recliner next to the bed, tears filling his eyes as Quinn placed the small baby in his arms. "Meet Warren Haye Hughes, our first son" Honey smiled as she looked over to a shocked Luke, his face going from some form of shy into a dropped jaw as he leaned forward and hugged his sister-in-law. Luke pulled still in shock, "you're serious?" he questioned while turning to his oldest brother and pulling him into a tighter hug. "never been more serious in my life Moosey," Quinn said in tears, this new fatherhood thing had made him extremely soft in the past three hours.

No one paid attention to Jack as he mumbled quiet promises to the baby, tears rolling down his cheeks as the baby's hand reached out and took hold of the tip of his finger.

"My turn?" Luke said with a grin as he looked between the new parents for some sort of confirmation. Jack looked up with furrowed brows, "I just got to meet him though" Quinn tapped Jack on the shoulder, "I want to talk to you in the hall, so hand him over and you can hold him when we get back," Quinn motioned towards the door, looking over to Honey who smiled at him with rosy cheeks. "Okay"

Jack followed his older brother into the hallway, a confused expression on his face as Quinn shut the door behind him, "congrats by the way, I'm proud of you," Jack said lowly, being careful not to disrupt any of the hospital staff or sleeping people waiting for their family members. "Thanks," Quinn said with a grin.

"Honey and I have been discussing godparents for a while and the first name we both decided on was you, we want you to be Warren's godfather" Quinn barely got to finish his little speech before Jack pulled him into a bone-crushing hug. "Holy shit Quinn, of course," he said as Quinn hugged him back, "I will do everything possible to make sure he's always safe and loved" The tears began to start up again as he finally pulled away from his big brother's hold.

"I can't believe you're a dad," Jack said as he readjusted his hat and patted his brother on the back. "I know," he mumbled as he opened the door to see his wife and little brother laughing as they admired the baby, "it's fucking surreal."

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You and Me and The Devil Makes 3 - Marilyn Manson x Brian Warner x Reader [Smut] - Part II

Synopsis: Both you and Brian can’t get the substitute teacher off your mind. Thankfully, Brian needs some extra help before an upcoming exam, and your regular teacher still hasn’t come back. 

Notes: Long ass title. Anyway, someone asked for a sequel, so here’s more filthy Mancest ft you! IT’S FILTHY! We could all use the porn. 

Part One 

You bring your lips to your boyfriend’s, lazily making out after an hour of stressing the springs in his mattress. 

A KISS record plays in the corner of his room. The afternoon sun seeps in over the countless Judas Priest and Nine Inch Nails posters all over the walls through the blinds that you’ve kept unturned. Both of you like the thrill of knowing Brian’s Christian neighbors might see you and your “filthy sex acts” again. Barb, Brian’s mother, hadn’t been too pleased after receiving that phone call, but Brian’s dad Hugh found it quite funny.

His parents liked you, called you a sweet girl. They don’t know much about Brian, and they don’t make much of an effort to—they know he’s into some dark music and he has a band, but they don’t know he’s interested in guys too, and they don’t know how far he wants to take his musical persona.

You’re also anything but sweet, but Barb and Hugh are well meaning, and you love them to death, always appreciative of the cake Barb feeds you when you visit the house. You think the two of them have some kind of idea that since Brian is almost finished high school, he’d take you somewhere and settle down with you. Neither of you want to settle down, but as far as either of you have shared, you have no plans of breaking up after grad.

You move your kisses down to Brian’s neck, and he keens under the attention, before reaching up to pull you back to his lips.

“I want you again,” you whisper, and Brian stares up at you.

“We just went four times, you brat.”

“But I’m horny.”

“And I’m soft, roll offa me. Gonna have to… watch some porn or something to get hard again…”

“This is better than porn,” you grin, unhooking your bra, and he pauses in his act of drinking down his bedside water glass, smiling too.

“Yeah, you’re right,” he laughs, and smoothes his hands up your rib cage to cup your breasts and fondle them. You lean down to drag them against his bare chest, and his hands move down to once again get himself ready to fuck again.

“So. We gonna talk about what happened on Friday?”

Brian’s breath hitches as he jacks himself to hardness again. “Do you want to?”

“I certainly think it raises some new… things, that we’re both obviously into.” Brian flushes a little, and you grin, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “Hey. You know you can be comfy with me.”

Brian nods, thrusting up into you finally with a hiss. “It was hot… the stuff he did.”

“I know,” you breathe, shuddering as you slide back down over him, “I just wanted the two of you to double team me forever.”

“So is this a thing, then?” Brian whispers, “Like, a third person?”

“I don’t know,” you admit, “We could explore a polyamorous relationship. But for now, I’m okay with secret threesomes involving hot teachers.”

“You think he’s still there?”  

“I think before he left on Friday, he mentioned he’d be around for another week. Mrs. Nordman wasn’t just hungover, she had the flu or something. Why?”

“I mean… we’ve got that English exam coming up soon.”

You smile. “We could use the extra help, hm?” He groans at that, pushing up into you harder, and you tilt your head back, riding him into his bed.

---

At school on Monday, you meet Brian at the front doors. He’s standing with Daisy, waiting for his friend to finish smoking, and doodling something on his hand. You see it’s a bunch of needles and lollipops.

“You know, you should’ve been an artist,” you smile, taking his hand.

“I am an artist. Different kind.”

Pogo approaches, swinging himself up onto the railing. “Morning, you sad fucks. How’re the losers today?”

“Depressed,” Daisy answers.

“Good to hear. I myself am in a fucking marvelous mood, seeing as I banged not one, not two-- but THREE chicks this weekend at a college tit party. THE MAD CLOWN HITS HOME AGAIN!” He lets loose his usual flurry of crazy laughter, the sound that could tell anybody the bald student was coming from a mile away.

“How’d you manage that?” Brian mutters, amused.

“Sorry, Mr. Big Dick, some girls have refined taste, unlike (y/n) or Mr. Manson in there, don’t argue, I know you fucked him.” He pauses his manic rocking, leaning forward. “I also told them I was in a wildly successful rock band.”

“There’s the kicker,” you nod.

“I did not fuck Mr. Manson,” Brian protests. Everyone turns to look at him, and he smirks your way. “He fucked me.” Laughter erupts.

“No smoking on school property, you goth weirdos,” some kiss-ass cheerleader snaps as she walks past, and Pogo catapults Brian’s pen at her head.

“We’re gonna be late, hurry up.” Brian nudges Daisy.

“This is my last one, and I’m too broke to afford another pack until I get my next paycheck,” Daisy complains, savouring another drag.

“Here, lemme have a puff,” Pogo says, motioning for it. Daisy passes it over, and Pogo flicks it into the grass, pulling everyone inside. “Problem solved!”  

You giggle as Daisy shakes his head, and all of you turn when you hear screaming. There’s Jeordie, running toward the school like an idiot.

“I’m gonna make it! I’m gonna make it!” he’s shouting, then the bell goes. He tosses his backpack to the ground, kicking it. “SHIT!”

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It’s an uneventful Monday, until the last class. When you get in and sit down, Mr. Manson is at the front of the class already, writing the day’s class plan out. Today, he’s dressed in a black button up, with a black vest over top of black pants. His hair is brushed back in a fairly respectable style, and… he turns around. His lips today are a soft coral pink, with black and blue eyeshadow. Brian stares at him, in awe once again at the man’s swaggering confidence and style. Why is it that with bisexuality, it’s always a question of if he wanted to be the other guy, or be in the other guy? Or have the guy in him, as the case may be.                                                

“Alright. Before we start, does anyone have any questions about today’s makeup?” Manson’s tone is playful, and a light titter of laughter comes from the students. He grins. “Alright. You sure?” More laughter. “Okay. Today, we’ll be covering a new chapter of literary theory, and applying it to the first act of Hamlet.”

His dark eyes sweep the classroom as he marks off attendance, and when they come to rest on you, he looks up. “Is there a reason why you and Miss (y/l/n) were late today, Mr. Warner?” Your entire friend group looks at the two of you. Your boyfriend just shrugs. 

“Yeah, there was a reason.” You raise an eyebrow right back with a smirk, and Brian leaves it at that. You’re surprised when Manson accepts this without a cheeky little order to see him after class, but that’s fine. Brian has an excuse to see him anyway.

While Mr. Manson is talking, Brian writes out some lyrics for a new song he and the Spooky Kids have been working on. He nudges you, and taps the paper, which has a verse written out.

VCRs and Vaseline

TV fucked by plastic queens

Cash in hand and dick on screen

(who said god was ever clean)

He’s drawn a big question mark under it, so you give a little check mark on the paper, with the note:

Hot.

“I know this shit is boring, but pay attention,” Manson says from the front of the classroom, glaring daggers at you two. 

“Imagine that lipstick all over my naked body,” you whisper in his ear. Brian glares at you.

“Stop trying to get me hard in class.”

“Why?” you tease.

“Cause it’s fucking working.”

“Do you one of you guys have an eraser?” Jeordie whispers (far too loudly) from behind you. You pass him back yours, and look at him sternly.

“Don’t pick it apart like you did all my other ones.” 

“What did I just say?” Manson snaps from the front of the class.

“We were just—!” you try to protest.

“No talking. Last warning.”

You and Brian exchange looks. He’s in a mood today, and you can’t wait to see how the two of you can test him even more after class.

When the class is finished, you all wait until the rest of the students are gone. Pogo looks back at you two from the door, making obscene blow job gestures. Mr. Manson doesn’t look up from the desk.

“Did you need something, Mr. Bier?”

“Not me!” Pogo snickers, dashing off to go catch up with Daisy and Jeordie.

“Mr. Manson?” Brian asks, “I need a little bit of help with studying for the upcoming exam. I dedicate a lot of time to my band, and… don’t study as much as I should.”

“Mm. And (y/n)? You just gonna watch your boyfriend... ask for help?” Manson asks. 

“I might learn a few things too, by sticking around,” you say, and lean forward against your desk. Manson’s eyes roam down to your cleavage, and he closes his book, getting up. He walks over to the door, locks it, and comes back over.

“The English exam. Yeah. As you know, I don’t know much about your curriculum, or really, about the exam itself.” 

“Doesn’t mean you can’t try to help us out,” you say. “Please sir? We really need help.” Mr. Manson looks at you, blue and black shadow making his hooded eyes seem supernatural.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

Brian walks over to his desk, chin jutted out in confidence that will be lost as soon as Manson looks him in the eye. Sure enough, when the substitute gives your boyfriend one of his looks up and down, sweeping his entire body as if he’s a meal about to be devoured, Brian shudders. But he’s not about to lose his cool.

“See… I don’t get the whole psychoanalytic theory,” Brian says, putting the book down in front of Mr. Manson, “I don’t see how it applies to Hamlet.”

“Of course you pick the Freudian thing.” He sighs. “Well first, you have to understand psychoanalysis.” Manson looks over to you pointedly. “I’m sure you know all about Freud and his phallic symbols. You two had a lot of fun drawing them on your notes last Friday.” 

Brian laughs a little at that. Wrong move. Manson gets up, and in one quick stride, he has your boyfriend pushed down and bent over the desk, ass up.

“What the fuck?” Brian mutters, but you can hear the whine at the end of his protest. Your legs rub together as your finger grazes your lower lip… you want to see how this turns out.

“Here’s what I’m gonna do,” Manson says slowly, “I’m gonna help you two, since you fuck around in class all the time and never pay attention.” He leans in close to Brian, and your boyfriend glares up at him for holding him in such a vulnerable position. Manson just smirks, and gets out a ruler from the desk. “Our angel over there is gonna answer some questions of mine, baby. Got it?”

“What do you—?” A sharp slap echoes, as Manson hits the desk with the ruler hard.

“You say yes sir, and no sir, or this desk will be that pretty little ass. Understood?”

“Yes sir,” Brian breathes, laying his face down on the desk. You raise an eyebrow, spreading your legs just a bit.

“You really have enough confidence in me that I know these answers?” you grin.

“Nah. I’m counting on you not knowing a single one, baby girl,” Manson smiles, and traces the ruler up Brian’s back. “But try your best. He’s counting on you.” Manson gets the ruler ready again. "Tell me what the basis of psychoanalytic theory is."

"It's a theory that draws from psychoanalyzing the behavior of the characters in the... in the story," you say, eyes trained on Brian.

"Good start," Manson nods, rubbing his hand up Brian's back, "Saved you this time, sweetheart." Brian makes a noise, akin to a moan, and Manson looks at you again, expectantly, from the depths of that eyeshadow. "What are some examples?"

"There's... a response to modern day literature from a new and improved perspective."

"Wrong," Manson says, "That's postmodernism." 

“Aw. Guess that must’ve slipped my mind.” You shift in your seat, reaching down to touch yourself. Manson sees this out of the corner of his eye, and lifts his chin. 

"Mr. Warner?"

Brian obediently pulls down his leggings just enough. Not satisfied with this, Manson pulls them down to his knobby knees, and hits him hard with the ruler. Brian's hips rut against the desk, and your pussy clenches as you rub faster circles.

"Again, sir," Brian whimpers.

"You want another one?" Manson asks.

"Yes, sir."

"(y/n)... your boy here's a bit of a slut."

"I'd have to agree," you grin, head rolling back as a moan is drawn from your throat.

"I guess I should know that by now. Have you ever tried fucking him?"

Brian's breath hitches, and you think about this. "He's never asked."

"Imagine how that'd feel, hm?" the teacher whispers in Brian's ear, "Her fingers inside of you... filling you up. You like that?"

"Fuck, fuck," Brian groans, hips pushing forward against the desk. He's painfully hard.

"Gonna cum in your pants?” Manson rasps.

“No...” Brian clenches his jaw. “Ugh...”

“What if she fucked you with three fingers? Spreading this perfect ass wide open?" he continues to tease, snarling, "What if I did? You like the pain, don't you? It turns you on." Manson spanks him again, harder, and you can see the red imprint he’s left.

"Yeah..." Brian moans, his usual grumble raising in pitch. "I want you both to fuck me."

"First, you get to watch." Mr. Manson looks over to you, and beckons. You make a show of teasing back, mouthing 'me?' Before Manson has a chance to threaten, you stand, walking over to the teacher. He stands a full few feet taller than you, the height difference still as hot as it was in the washroom the other day. He takes you by the shoulders, and brings his lips to yours. The kiss is sloppy and heated. You moan, sliding your hand down to cup his cock through his black slacks. You can feel the hefty erection respond to your touch, but you want to feel it inside you, fucking you. Brian watches, and reaches down to give himself some relief. 

"Ah ah," you break away from the kiss to say, "Someone's being naughty." Brian shoots you a glare for ratting him out, and you blow your boyfriend a kiss as Manson turns to look at him.

"Do I have to tie you up, baby boy? Or can you stop those hands from wandering, hmm?" Hearing that in Manson's deep growl is such a turn on. You pull him back to you.

"Let him stay like that. If you spank him again, he's gonna cum all over the desk."

"Disgusting," Manson chastises, licking his lips, "Filthy filthy, Mr. Warner."

"At least I didn't take out my cock in class and start stroking it for you to see," Brian mouths off.

"I'm sure you would've loved to do that," you smirk, going back to stroking Mr. Manson through his pants.

"Mm. Yeah. Bet you would’ve loved to take it out, show everyone how hard you were. How ready you were for your girlfriend and your fucking teacher to take turns on you.”

"I..." Brian groans.

"Use your words, slut."

"Yeah," he breathes, "I might... I don't know, get embarrassed, but--"

"Sluts don't get embarrassed," Manson says sharply. "Besides, as a big rock and roll singer, I'd imagine that you do much worse onstage. Or am I wrong?”

“Tell him all the shit you've done onstage," you moan.

Brian shifts his hips, recalling everything he'd done during a show. Mr. Manson was right-- when he was onstage, it was as if he became a different person. A persona. Someone darker, maniacal even. Someone who's willing to do anything.

"I've fucked (y/n) onstage," he growls. "Fucked her til her tight little cunt couldn't take it anymore."

Mr. Manson takes his cock out of his pants, starts stroking it himself as you lay back on a desk in front of him. You watch his cockhead disappear in his fist with every stroke, licking your lips. 

"What else?"

"I stripped her down naked in front of everyone... and ate her pussy."

"Oh god," you whine, picturing that night. You had both been so high you had forgotten there was even an audience. 

"That must have felt good." Manson looks to you.

"It did. It did, and I love it," you murmur, glancing down to your exposed breasts, "Just like him. I wanna be filled by you, sir. Just like Brian fills me up."

Brian rolls his hips against the desk as Mr. Manson slots himself between your legs, dragging his cock between the folds of your pussy. "So fuckin' wet. It'll be so easy to get into you, baby girl."

"Please, Mr. Manson," you moan, “I need you.”

"Fuck her," Brian gasps out, "She's such a fucking cockslut, she needs it." You nod. Manson reaches his hand up to cup one of your breasts as he slides in, filling you to the hilt. 

"Oh god," you manage out, hands grabbing at the edges of the small desk. Manson’s cock isn’t as long as Brian’s, but it’s thicker, so thick you can feel the pain of the stretch. 

"Fuck," Brian whines, watching Manson pull out almost fully then pound back into you. He’s frustrated—he can’t touch himself, and his cock is heavy and weeping against the desk. He could cum from any little touch at this point.

"If you even think about touching your cock, the punishment will be unimaginable," Manson growls to your brat of a boyfriend. Brian groans in complaint, resting his head against the desk as he continues to rock his hips and watch. "Tell me more about how you fuck (y/n)," Manson says, thrusting in hard. The desk skids back a couple of inches, and you gasp. "Ah, nope. The principal could still walk by, baby girl. Don't want him to hear the three of us acting out our own little porno, do you?"

"No, sir."

"No. That's right. Mr. Warner? You were saying?" 

"I fuck her all the time," Brian says, words tumbling out of his mouth as he loses his grip. "We fuck between classes, before class, after class. She always wants my dick.”

"Yeah?" Mr. Manson asks, humming low in his chest. "Seems like you just can't get satisfied baby, hm?"

"I get satisfied," you reply, grinding your hips down obscenely, "I just love his cock so much that I want it all the time. I love feeling full."

"Why don't we make good and sure you're nice and full then?" Manson beckons Brian over, not stopping his thrusts for a second. Brian’s surprised for a moment that he gets to move or do anything, but quickly complies. Manson’s belt jangles as he grunts, balls slapping your ass. "Give our baby girl a mouthful."

Your eyes light up, and Brian's lips quirk up. He loves watching you get used, and being a part of it is almost too much for him. He stands, and gets over top of your face, willing himself not to blow the minute he pushes between your pretty pink lips.

"Lemme see that nice cock, baby boy," Manson rasps. His breath hitches when Brian strokes his fist all the way up the length, over the head, and back down. "Mmm, perfect. Give her some, she looks thirsty."

"Take it, baby," Brian whispers, biting his lip as he smacks his cock against your lips, "C'mon, you know you want it."

"You know her safe word?" Manson mutters. Brian nods. You open wide for your boyfriend, and he slides his cock into your mouth, stopping before it hits the back of your throat. He raises his eyebrows down to you, and you nod again, feverishly. It's almost too much, the older man fucking you into the desk so hard and your boyfriend using your mouth to get off. But you love the thrill, and you're getting closer to your climax every second.

"You're doing so good," Mr. Manson says to you, stroking down your pelvic bone to caress your stomach, your clit, down to your inner thighs. Your hips buck. "Shhh. Taking us so good, sweetheart."

"Isn't it "so well?' You are an English teacher, right?" Brian asks, grinning. Mr. Manson shoots him a look daring to go any further with that. Brian knows his place, casting his eyes downward.

"You like to piss people off, don’t you?" Manson asks.

"Yeah. It's part of my, uh... my thing."

"Your thing right now is to quit being a smart ass, fuck your girlfriend's mouth, and do what your told."

Brian sucks his cheekbones in, biting his bottom lip hard as he feels his cock throb. "Yes, sir!" He gives a sarcastic mock salute with a big dumb grin, and that does it.

"Back over the desk."

"What?!" Brian's eyebrows furrow angrily.

"You heard me. Get back. Over. The desk. Now."

Brian whines, and removes himself from your mouth. As he's walking back over though, the fearless streak continues. He fondles Mr. Manson's bare ass as he walks by, clucking his tongue. "Damn, daddy. Great ass, for an old man."

You smirk, knowing it'll get a rise out of the teacher. But he just goes back to fucking you-- albeit much faster.

"Oh... oh yeah. Oh god," you hiss, trying still to keep it as quiet as possible. Mr. Manson's short black hair falls from his coiffed mohawk and into his eyes as he starts to get close. "I'm gonna fucking cum," you moan, tits bouncing in your bra. Manson pushes in one more time, and you cum hard on his cock, mouth falling open.

He pulls out of you when you're finished, and Brian comes over, kneeling down and taking Mr. Manson's cock into his mouth. He suckles for a few seconds, then takes him down all the way as the older man shudders, buries his fingers into your boyfriend's hair, and cums down his throat. Brian swallows, blinking up at the teacher, and Mr. Manson looks down at him, at the teenager’s painfully swollen cock resting on his thigh. 

"You've been a good boy," he mumbles, “Helped daddy cum. I think you deserve something.” Brian's eyes flutter shut, and Manson strokes his cheek. With a gasp from the touch alone, Brian suddenly cums untouched all over his leg and the floor. You watch him convulse through every wave of his orgasm, then rest back on his hands when he finishes. 

Manson sits on the edge of his desk, and you stand, helping Brian clean up. He runs a hand through his long black hair, and fiddles his tongue against his lip ring.

"You know... you should come check out the Spooky Kids in concert sometime."

Manson runs a hand through his hair, making sure he looks his best-- comfortably disheveled. "Your band?" 

"Yeah. You were in a band yourself, weren't you?" Brian smirks. 

“Yeah.”

"As long as you bring some good, uh... you know, nose candy-- gotta make the sacrificial offerings to the band-- then feel free to show up."

“He doesn’t do nose candy, bring some ring pops and lollipops and that’ll be more than sufficient,” you say, rolling your eyes. 

“What makes you think I've got drugs on me anyway?" Manson deadpans. "I'm a fuckin' high school English teacher." Brian stares at the debauched man with lipstick smeared down his chin and hair standing up from all angles. Manson bursts into what can only be described as giggles. "Yeah. Well, I’m not about to give my drugs away to a group of 18 year old musicians. Then you’d turn out just like me.” 

“That wouldn’t be so bad,” Brian teases, tugging slightly at the silver skull brooch on Manson’s lapel. Manson strokes his knuckles.

“If I'm still in town, I'll see if I can make it to a show. You seem like you’d be good. Like you’ve got rock star in your blood.” It’s as if Brian’s whole body blushes—it’s freaking cute you think, as you fix your hair. “--But only if I get to come backstage with the rest of the groupies." 

"Oh," you smile, approaching  to fix Mr. Manson’s black tie, "We'll be waiting for you."  

“Who else is in this band?” Manson asks out of curiosity. “Anyone else from this class?”

“Stephen, Scott, Jeordie. Another kid named Freddy, doesn’t go here.”

“Bier is crazy enough to be in a band, I’d believe that. Putesky, that’s interesting. He doesn’t seem the type. He seems like he’d be the type to yell at people like you to turn the music down.”

 Brian nods, “Yeah, we tell him that all the time. He looks like someone’s grandpa. He shreds on the guitar, though, you’d be surprised. So does Jeordie.”

Manson huffs, getting his bag together, “Jeordie? That doesn’t surprise me as much.” The substitute teacher lets you two out of the classroom, and checks the time. 4 PM now. “Well. I hope you feel ready for the exam. I didn’t do shit to help you, but...” 

“We got what we needed to,” you say, fixing your skirt with a small smile.

“Good. Cause I think you’ve got a pretty good idea of what’ll happen if you get a fuckin’ F.”  

#marilyn manson #marilyn manson x reader #reader x marilyn manson #brian warner #brian hugh warner #brian warner x reader #reader x brian warner #spooky kids #spooky kids era #marilyn manson and the spooky kids #heaven upside down #heaven upside down era #mancest #by request #teacher student #teacher au

[slafkovskys]

and then there’s you / q. hughes

my masterlist!

here’s the request!

title from cruel by snakehips ft. zayn

please be advised this contains mature content

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“what do you think they’re fighting about? did they say anything?” you heard jack mumble to luke as you all walked toward the entrance of the restaurant, you having abandoned quinn to walk with ellen.

“no, but she grabbed the aux cord and played ‘truth hurts’ three times in a row,” luke sighed, “so quinn did something to piss her off.”

you rolled your eyes at the two’s failed attempt at being quiet, or maybe they weren’t trying at all, and cross your arms over your chest. the door is held open for you by someone was leaving and you smile in thanks.

you file in and stand at the front, waiting for the host to seat you. he walks up and looks at your group, “how many?”

“six,” ellen responds from beside you. the host asks if outside was okay and you all voice that it was fine.

he leads you towards the back of the restaurant, all of you falling into a line. when you feel a hand press lightly against your back, you jump and whip your head around. quinn’s look is one filled with hurt and confusion. you blink at him before turning around and following everyone else outside.

you take a seat beside luke and pull open your menu to avoid quinn’s burning gaze as he takes the only seat left between jack and his mother. the waitress comes by and takes your drink order and jim orders some appetizer he’d been raving about since before you had even left michigan. you keep to yourself as they all jump into a quiet conversation about what to do for the rest of the week until ellen turns her attention towards you, “what do you think about that, y/n?”

“i’m sorry,” you shake your head a connect your eyes with her worried ones, “what were you talking about?”

“y/n, are you okay? you’ve been acting weird all day,” she reaches out her hand and places it on top of yours.

“yeah, i’m-” tears well up in your eyes and you push your chair back, “i just need to use the restroom real quick. if you’ll excuse me.”

you practically run away from the table, your sandals flapping against the wooden deck as you duck your head. you pass the server as you step back inside the building before darting towards the restroom.

you slam the door behind and lean your back against it, breathing heavily. you moved towards the sink and lean over it trying to collect yourself. you look in the mirror as the door knob twists, “y/n?”

“you can’t be in here, quinn,” you mumble, grabbing a paper towel and dabbing it under your eyes. he shakes his head and shuts the door behind him, “quinn-”

“what’s going on?” he asks, crossing his arms over his chest. “you haven’t talked to me since this morning and you flinched when i touched you. you never flinch away from me.”

“i don’t want to talk about it,” you mumble as you turn and lean your back against the counter, “can i have the keys? i want to go home.”

“i’ll take you. i’m not letting you drive home like that.” he says, raising his eyebrows almost daring you to argue with him. you finally agree and he nods, “i’ll go tell them i’m taking you home.”

he fishes his keys out of his pocket and hands them to you. you take them and watch as he leaves the bathroom. you look over your shoulder into the mirror for a final time before following him out the door, only taking a left instead of a right.

the thought of just shoving the keys in the ignition and leaving quinn at the restaurant crossed your mind, but you decided against it. you get into the passenger seat and lean your head against the window, staying silent as quinn hops in the driver’s seat.

he doesn’t attempt to make conversation during the twenty minute drive to the lake house and neither did you. the only noise was the quiet music coming through the radio.

when he pulls into the driveway you open your door and duck under the opening garage door. you enter through the side door and rush up the stairs. you go into the room you and quinn were sharing and lock the door behind you. you lean against the door and slide down, finally letting the tears run down your face.

sobs rake through your body as you hear footsteps coming up the stairs. you cover your mouth as you hear quinn sigh outside of the door before knocking on it. “baby, can you please open the door?”

“leave me alone, quinn!” you grumble. he sighs again before you hear a thud against the door. you jump before realizing it was him sliding down.

“i’m not leaving, y/n.” he announces. “i’ll stay out here all night if i have to.”

you don’t know how long you stayed like that, but it was long enough for your tears to dry. quinn had been trying to comfort you, but he struggled because he didn’t know what to comfort you for. you sigh before scooting away from the door and twisting the lock. you pull open the door and watch as quinn lets himself fall back onto the floor. you can’t help but giggle and he cracks a grin, “hi.”

“hi,” you reach to run a hand through his hair tentatively. “can we talk?”

he rolls onto his stomach before sitting up, mirroring you by sitting with his legs crossed. “please. what’s going on?”

“earlier today,” you swallow a lump that had formed in your throat. his hands came to rest on your knees, looking at you intently, “earlier today, i heard you talking to your dad and your uncle.”

“oh god,” he throws his head back, “how much did you hear?”

“they were talking about how marriage was a stupid decision and you were agreeing with them. like, what the fuck quinn?” you say, watching how he reacts. he looks at you before snorting, busting out into a fit of laughter. “quinn! we’ve been talking about getting married for almost a year and now you’re so against it?”

“y/n, baby,” his hands grab yours and pulls you towards him. he straightens out his legs and pulls you onto his lap, hands coming to frame your face, “you’ve got it all wrong.”

“what?” you’re confused. “i heard you talking about how stupid it was and all that shit. how have i got it wrong?”

“what would be stupid is having that conversation knowing that your engagement ring is sitting in a drawer in michigan waiting for me to propose.” he shakes his head, “i was talking about how i was going to propose soon and they were the ones saying how getting married so young isn’t necessarily smart, especially with my career and your schooling. which, i know because me and you have talked about it.”

“quinn, are you joking right now?” you ask, leaning back slightly to look at him. “you’re not just saying that?”

“why would i joke about that?” he asks.

you surge forward and press your lips to his. his hands come to rest on your hips as you melt into each other. there were so many emotions poured out into that kiss you hadn’t even realized you’d started to cry again. you pull apart, “i’m so sorry.”

“y/n, please don’t cry anymore. it was just a misunderstanding. everything’s okay now, yeah?” he asks, tucking your hair behind your ears. you nod and he cracks a smile, “i love you.”

“i love you too, quinny.” you press your lips to his again. his hands come to rest on your thighs as he maneuvered you both into a standing position. he kicks the door shut behind him and locks it before picking you up and carrying you over to the bed.

he drops you down onto your back and you wrap your legs around his waist to keep him close to you. his hands come to rest beside your head, “is this okay?”

“yeah quinn. this is okay,” you smile and so does he.

he presses his lips to yours before trailing them down your neck. he pushes the straps of your dress down to suck a mark into your collarbone. you let out a shaky breath as he does so, dropping your hands to reach under his shirt. he lets you pull it off and discard it to the side. you sit up, pulling your dress over your head and tossing it in the same direction.

he smirks upon realizing you hadn’t been wearing a bra under your dress, diving towards your bare chest. he sucks a nipple into his mouth as you throw your head back, “quinn.”

he groans as you moan, dropping his hand to your panties. he pulls them down your legs and gathers your slick on his fingers before pushing two inside of you. you fall back onto the bed, letting him finger you open. he pushes down his pants and boxers. he gives you a kiss before retracting his fingers your heat and moving over to his bag. he pulls out a condom from the side pocket and rips it open.

“wait,” you mumble, grabbing the package from him, “let me.”

you pull out the condom and slip onto him, grinning as he moans. you pull his face to his, pulling him on top of you as you lie down. his cock bumps against your entrance and you sigh, urging him on. he pushes inside of you slowly, letting you feel all of him as he sinks inside. you both moan out curses as he buried himself to the hilt, pausing before pulling out.

his hips slam into yours, finding a rhythm rather quickly. when you both get closer to your respective releases, you stop him. you kiss his neck and let him pull out, “lemme ride you.”

he grins and gets on his back, letting you straddle his waist. you grab his cock and push it back into you, not waiting before finding your own rhythm. you move your hips in the way he likes, sometimes slow or sometimes fast, bringing you closer and closer. quinn grunts out, “baby, i’m not gonna last.”

“me either quinny,” you mumble, leaning down to kiss him. his hands run up your back as his thrusts pick up speed. he grunts as he cums, filling up the condom. your weren’t far behind, spilling onto his lower stomach. “i love you.”

he grins, pecking your lips, “i love you too.”

you drop onto his chest with his cock still inside of you, both of you breathing heavily. a few minutes pass before you hear the door opening down stairs. you look at each other and chuckle.

“y/n!” you hear ellen shout as she comes up the stairs. “i brought you some treats!”

you look up quinn with a raised eyebrow, “why is she bringing me treats?”

“i might have told her that your monthly friend was coming to town?” he scratches the back of his neck as your mouth drops open. you shove his chest as he looks at you apologetically, “i’m sorry, okay? i panicked!”

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes smut #nhl imagine #nhl smut #hockey imagine #hockey smut #vancouver canucks #my work

[kays-kg-works]

Hmmmmmmm I’m gonna go ahead and try dropping a link to this (at the time I’m making this post) 60-song playlist I’ve made for My Love, My Life (the official title I’m going with for the kakagai series). It’s pretty much all kakagai songs with a few thrown in there that are for only Gai or only Kakashi. It’ll grow with time since I need enough to use as chapter titles for the series, but it’s already pretty long so...

 Here y’all go!

Edit: I’m gonna uuuh try putting a track-list under a read-more so people can see it without having to view the playlist page

My Love, My Life Tracklist

Series Title

My Love, My Life - Amanda Seyfried, Lily James, and Meryl Streep

Part One - All I Want

I Hate You But I Love You - Russian Red

Whatever It Takes - Imagine Dragons

We’re Going to be Friends - Jack Johnson

Eat, Sleep, Wake (Nothing But You) - Bombay Bicycle Club

Born Bold - Valley of Wolves

Song of Storms (Piano) - LilyPichu

Dance Around - Beltane

Lay My Body Down - Rag’n’Bone Man

Panic Room - Au/Ra

My Friends - Oh Wonder

Icarus - The Crane Wives

Better For Me - Fake Laugh

Wake Up - Arcade Fire

Not the Ghost - The Crane Wives

Move Forward - Bedroom

Birds - Imagine Dragons

In Case You Don’t Live Forever - Ben Platt

The Wisp Sings - Winter Aid

The Other Side of Paradise - Glass Animals

In My Veins - Andrew Belle

Heart - Sleeping At Last

All I Want - Kodaline

Part Two - Unravel

Always Gold - Radical Face

Drown - Seafret

Silent Invitation - URBVN

Sick of Losing Soulmates - Dodie

Of the Night - Bastille

Landslide - Oh Wonder

Waves (Acoustic) - Dean Lewis

Three - Sleeping At Last

This is Home - Cavetown

Fire Fire - Steam Powered Giraffe

Black Pear Tree - The Mountain Goats and Kaki King

The Next Right Thing - Kristen Bell

Human - Christina Perri

It’s OK, I Wouldn’t Remember Me Either - Crywank

Lung - Vancouver Sleep Clinic

Two - Sleeping at Last

Love Like You - Rebecca Sugar

Fear of the Water - SYML

Far From Home (The Raven) - Sam Tinnesz

I Lost A Friend - Finneas

Unravel (Acoustic) - TK from Ling Tosite Sigure

Part Three - Hello My Old Heart

Ayahuasca - Vancouver Sleep Clinic

I’ll Be Good - Jaymes Young

Man or A Monster - Sam Tinnesz ft. Zayde Wolf

Hello My Old Heart - The Oh Hellos

Some Nights - Fun

Hurts Like Hell - Fleurie

The Enemy - Andrew Belle

I Have Made Mistakes - The Oh Hellos

Save Yourself - Kaleo

Fallen - Gert Taberner

I Love You - Billie Eilish

Break My Heart Again - Finneas

Rewrite the Stars - Zendaya and Zac Efron

Wake - The Antlers

Are You With Me - Nilu

Lovely - Billie Eilish and Khalid

When the Party’s Over - Billie Eilish

Paralyzed - NF

Dancing With Your Ghost - Sasha Sloan

Fix You - Coldplay

All We Do - Oh Wonder

Human - Dodie

Part Four - Can’t Help Falling In Love With You OR Feel Something

Fools - Lauren Aquilina

Where’s My Love - SYML

I Hold You - CLANN

Watch Your Back - Sam Tinnesz

Make This Go On Forever - Snow Patrol

Unworthy - Vancouver Sleep Clinic

Killing Me to Love You - Vancouver Sleep Clinic

I Want More - Kaleo

Don’t Deserve You - Plumb

Feel Something - Jaymes Young

Bitter Water - The Oh Hellos

I Knew I Loved You - Savage Garden

Ultralife - Oh Wonder

Bare - Wildes

Putting the Dog to Sleep - The Antlers

The River - AURORA

Devil Town V2 - Cavetown

Can’t Help Falling in Love With You - Haley Reinhart

Eight - Sleeping At Last

Only Us - Ben Platt and Laura Dreyfuss

Runaway - AURORA

Part Five - Nine

Welcome Home - Radical Face

Carry You - Novo Amor

Nine - Sleeping At Last

Can’t Go Back - The Crane Wives

Sit Down Beside Me - Patrick Watson

Let It All Go - Birdy and Rhodes

When We Were Young - Hollow Coves

In The Wind - Lord Huron

Soft Universe - AURORA

Crash - Eden

5 AM - Amber Run

Broken Crown - Mumford and Sons

Once Again - CLANN

Arctic - Sleeping At Last

Keep You Safe - The Crane Wives

Stay Alive - Jose Gonzalez

Honeybee - Steam Powered Giraffe OR This Will End - The Oh Hellos

Breathe - Cutts

From Now On - Hugh Jackman

All This And Heaven Too - Florence and the Machine

Honeybee - The Head and the Heart

Epilogue (Might end up just being Talk to Me but could become a multi-chapter thing depending on how I feel when I get around to it, so here are the prospective ones that may or may not end up as part of it beyond that)

Talk to Me - Cavetown

A Thousand Years - Christina Perri

Cold Cold Man - Saint Motel

Is That Alright - Lady Gaga

#kakagai #my love my life #kakashi hatake #might guy #maito gai #i'm... perishing everybody

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What do you think are the Detroit gang's favorite type of music?

(I only did a selected few, hope you enjoy!)

Markus

►Legend - The Score

►Revolution – The Score

► Never Going Back – The Score

► On and On – The Score

► Unstoppable – The Score

► Glory – The Score

North

►Fuck you – Lilly Allen

► What is Love – Haddaway

► Careless Whisper – George Michael

► Mission Impossible Theme- Michael Giacchino

► Volatile Reaction – Kevin Macleod

► Oppressive Glooom- Kevin Macleod

Josh

►Fuck this shit I’m out – The Theme Song

► Meme Till You’re Dead- Cyranek, Dabunky

► Monkeys Spinning Monkeys – Kevin Macleod

► Cipher – Kevin Macleod

► Monsters, Inc. – Randy Newman

► Pumped Up Kicks – Foster the People

Simon

►Shooting Stars – Bag Raiders

► Mr. Blue Sky- Electric Light Orchestra

► Y.M.C.A. – Village People

► Anguish – Kevin Macleod

► Hooked on a Feeling – Blue Swede

► You’ve Got a Friend in Me – Randy Newman

Connor

►Investigations – Kevin Macleod

► Schemind Weasel (Faster Version)- Kevin Macleod

► Local Forecast – Elevator : Kevin Macleod

► U Can’t Touch This – MC Hammer

► Another One Bites the Dust - Queen

► Anything You Can Do – Bernadette Peters & Tom Wopat

Lt. Anderson

►Dance of Death – Iron Maiden

► Ashes of Eden – Breaking Benjamin

► Breathe into Me - Red

► My Immortal – Evanescence

► Hero - Skillet

► Until the End – Breaking Benjamin

Alice

►Otter Pop (Feat. Hollis) – Shawn Wasabi

► Kittens Express - Tenkitsune

► Cherry Blossoms – Hyper Potions

► Otogi Banashi No Hibi - Yunomi

► Boda Date – Mark Redito

► Marble Soda – Shawn Wasabi

Kara

►This Me – Keala Settle

► Rewrite The Tsars – Zac Efron & Zendaya

► Bleeding Love – Leona Lewis

► Who Says – Selena Gomez

► Love You Like A Love Song – Selena Gomez

► He Could Be the One – Hannah Montana

Luther

►Rewrite The Stars – Zac Efron & Zendaya

► 2U – David Guetta & Justin Bieber

► Me Gustas Tu -GFRIEND

► Have it All – Jason Mraz

► Unity - TheFatRat

► Jackpot - TheFatRat

The Jerries

► The Greatest Show – Hugh Jackman

► Do You Believe In Magic – Aly & AJ

► Never Be Alone - TheFatRat

► Everybody (Backstreet’s Back) – Extended Version : Backstreet Boys

► Cheers! – Livetune+

► Crusader (Are We There Yet) – Black Gryph0n

Chloe

► Be Free – Aero Chord

► Escape (Ft. Summer Haze) – Jaroslav Beck

► Hope - Voez

► Papermoon (Soul Eater) - AmaLee

► HAVE A NICE DAY – World Order

► One Chance To Dance – Naughty Boy

Kamski

►Duality – Set it Off

► Let the Games Begin - AJR

► Yu’re Gonna Know My Name – Watt White

► The Wolf - SIAMES

► Escape - Tritonal

► Victory – Two Steps from Hell

Carl

►Carnation - Himmel

► Colorful Voice - Voez

► Upside Down – Jack Johnson

► Orion’s Belt – Sabrina Claudio

► I Believe In You – Michael Buble

► Crytallize – Lindsey Stirling

Ralph

►This is Me – Keala Settle

► Just Be Friends – Dixie Flatline

► Nightmare Parade – FAKE TYPE

► I’m Me – Us The Duo

► Tell Your World – livetune, hatsune miku

► Pixel Galaxy – Snail’s House

#dbh lt anderson #dbh anderson #dbh markus #dbh simon #dbh north #dbh josh #dbh luther #dbh kara #dbh alice #dbh connor #dbh imagine #dbh headcannons #dbh chloe #dbh kamski #dbh carl #dbh ralph #dbh jerry #dbh jerries

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Breathe pt 2

a/n: heres another part like promised! @missjomarch

Reader POV

It had been a few weeks since the break up and you weren't sure why you had thought that by now it would have been easier. It only got harder, that’s what it felt like at least. Every day you went over what you could have possibly done wrong even though Jack had made it kind of clear that this was just something he was going through and he needed space to go through it. It’s not like you thought it was easy for him, you saw his face that night you knew it had hurt him too.

Somehow you got convinced into going out with your friends who have been wanting you to get out of your place. The shots kept coming and you figured at some point the heartbreak would be numbed out by the alcohol but the opposite effect happened, if anything you just felt worse after all the shots.

Jack

When the number had popped up on his screen, his stomach sank because he knew something was wrong. Her friend wouldn’t call him for no reason. He was right because on the phone she asked if she could come pick up his ex who had gotten a little too drunk and was a complete mess to the point they didn’t know what to do.

He quickly drove over to the bar they were at and as he pulled up he noticed them on the sidewalk. He quickly got out of the car, opening up the doors to the backseat. “That way she can lay down.” He helped getting her into the car before he thanked them for calling him. Jack drove them back to their place or well her place now and carefully maneuvered her inside. “Alright lets get you into some comfy clothes, huh?”

His voice was gentle as he set her down onto the bed. As he searched for a tshirt, his eyes fell on the one that was currently on the bed. It was one of his and the one he knew was her favorite ones to wear around the house. His heart ached at this as he went to grab the shirt before he helped change her into it. “Jack, can you get me some water?” She asked and he nodded his head. He got her some water and then disappeared into the bathroom to grab some of her make up wipes.

He carefully wiped away at her make up, being gentle on her face. “Okay, you should be all ready for bed.” He whispered to her as he helped tuck her into the bed. “I’ll be on the couch, okay? If you need me just shout.” As he moved towards the door her voice rang out in the darkness. “Jack?” He immediately froze at the door. “Can you please stay in here with me?” His heart again ached because he knew he shouldn’t yet Jack couldn’t say no. Instead he walked back over to the bed and settled into it next to her.

“Is this okay?” Jack asked as he gently moved her body so she could lay her head on his chest. A small nod came from her body and even though this break up was his fault for the first time in weeks he felt complete again. Jack had to remind himself that he still needed to work on himself before they could get back to this. It was easy to fall asleep with her in his arms though and the morning came way too quick.

A groan left her lips early in the morning and Jack stirred at the sound of her moving around. “Hey hey, don’t move too quick. You’ll get sick.” He told her as he sat up and one look at her face and he could tell she was about to cry. “I’m sorry you had to come get me.” At her words he shook his head. “Don’t apologize. It’s okay. I’m going to make you some breakfast and then I’ll head out.” He tried his best to not notice the small quiver in her lip as he got up to get the food ready. All he wanted to do was comfort her and to fix things but he wasn’t there yet but what he did know is that he wanted to get better and be the person she deserved.

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Breathe pt 3

a/n: third and final part but we got our happy ending like promised. also forever thankful for you guys and all the nice things yall say

When Jack said he was going to work on himself he didn’t mean it as an excuse. This wasn’t his way out of the relationship in hoping of letting her down softly. This was him knowing he needed to genuinely work on himself so he could be the best version of himself because he didn’t want to give her anything less than she deserved. So working on himself was a promise so that way they could hopefully be better together. Jack at first wasn’t sure how or when he would know he was ready but months down the road he had done everything he needed to get to a healthier place in his life. There was still work he needed to do and he planned on doing it but he was in a good place. A good enough place that he planned on reaching out.

Reader P.O.V

Life without Jack wasn’t easy. Since the night you had gotten drunk you have managed to resist any urge to contact Jack because you knew he needed his space to work on himself. It worried you every day that you two would never be able to find your way to each other again but at the end of the day you wanted Jack to be happy. His happiness mattered the most to you.

When you got home from work you were surprised by the flowers that were on the mat by your front door. You quickly opened up the note on it and a small smile spread on your lips as you read the words on it. ‘Meet me at the place we had our first date -J.H’ In most cases you would question this but in this case you were going to go exactly where the card told you to. You placed the flowers inside and quickly got changed before heading to the bowling alley.

As you pulled into the parking lot you saw Jack was already there, a smile on his lips when you showed up and you wondered to yourself if he thought there was a possibility that you wouldn’t come. There wasn’t a single universe out there that you didn’t show up in. “Do you remember why we picked bowling for our first date?” He asked and you nodded your head. “Because we couldn’t decide on what to do or what to eat but I told you there was no way you could beat me in bowling.” You told him, thinking back to that first date.

“And then what happened?” A small smirk grew on his lips. “And then you won because you’re good at everything and it’s annoying.” You shrugged with a laugh. “Rematch?” He asked and you quickly nodded your head at the challenge. Inside you both got set up for the game and you enjoyed the light heartedness of this. It was like your first date in the sense it was fun and not serious at all but it was also so different because those first time jitters were gone. This time around you also played a lot better and Jack didn’t win. You refused to believe he would let you win.

“I actually have one quick stop for us. We can ride together in my car and then we can pick up your car after.” You nodded your head at his plan and followed him to his car. You had no clue where you were going but when you pulled up to the rink he practiced in you raised an eyebrow at him. “I’m not that creative when it comes to date things but I pulled some strings and this gives us some privacy.” That you definitely didn’t mind. You followed him inside and you immediately noticed a pair of skates that were put to the side.

Jack had put a lot of thought into tonight even if it had been simple things. You sat down on the bench and like normal Jack knelt down in front of you, helping you with your skates before you even tried to do it on your own. You carefully stepped out onto the ice and he took your hand. You couldn’t help but notice just how different he was in the best way possible. There was a different glow to him and you could tell he was just happier. This was all you had wanted for him and your heart was so full.

“I know things have been rough and it’s not like everything is better. I also know I don’t deserve an immediate yes because I hurt you. But I’m willing to work for it.” His words made you want to cry but you held it back. “Jack..” You started and he shook his head as he continued. “I know you’re going to tell me it’s okay but it wasn’t but I’m going to make it okay if you let me. I love you more than anything. I’m going to be the person you deserve if you let me into your life like that.” His eyes looked down at yours and you could see some worry in them that you would say no. Your hands cupped his cheeks as you nodded your head. “I’m so proud of you. We can work on us and we’ll get there baby.”

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