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23 she/her | rpf 18+!! | njd

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SWEET DREAMS

the long awaited mafia fic...is now out...ohmygod...!!!!

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Where you going?

I gotta find Josh!

He’s in there.

No he’s not!

He’s in there!

Oh— okay. Thank you.

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i love you so OUTERSPACERLY MUCH!!!!

you all have to read this fic or you hate me and want me dead thanks

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i LOVE!!! writing things in jack pov bc he’s such a mess

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okay reading the chapter 12 snippet has me drooling since he’s daydreaming about free use and I feel like they kinda (maybe if you squint lmao) go together but do we ever see Jack in heat or Nico in rut because they’d be absolutely feral for each other

yupppp we most certainly do!!! FREAK4FREAKKKKK!!!!

we get to see nico’s rut before jack’s heat sinces he’s having a mini one now due to frankie (👎) but yes we will see it and…!!!

smth about nico being free use for jack makes me…!!!!!

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mafia snippet!! juke!! yay!!

Luke’s eyes landed on him and the smile vanished instantly. It was a mix of emotions that appeared on Luke’s face, all containing a similar expression of hatred. John loved that look. Loved it so much it made something dark and ugly unfurl inside his chest. Luke never looked at anyone else that way.

“You smell like a barbecue,” Luke said flatly.

John glanced at the burning pit.

“Funny.”

For one terrifying second, John wondered if he could somehow see it. See Ava’s remains settling beneath the flames. He knew Luke would be able to see the crimes stacked behind John’s ribs like bricks.

John could feel Jack watching from somewhere behind them, probably already sensing the tension and regretting every decision that had led him here. It was all Jack’s fault, really. Had he not shot Ivan Petrov, the Hughes brothers wouldn’t have wormed their way into their lives. Even in Vancouver, Quinn Hughes made Brock Boeser a pathetic puddle of a man.

Luke shifted his weight. John catalogued it automatically. The slight bounce in his right knee, the way he tugged at the sleeves of his sweater before crossing his arms tightly over his chest. His stomach, actually. Luke was covering his stomach. And there was a tiny crack in the frame of his glasses.

New. His gaze lingered a second too long.

Luke noticed. “What?” he snapped.

John tilted his head. “You got new glasses.”

“Why would you know that?”

Because I notice everything about you. Because I remember every version of your face. Because if you disappeared tomorrow, I could rebuild you from memory.

John smiled pleasantly. “I have eyes.”

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Do you have a snippet of chapter 12?

yes! running away now!!!

He took a deep breath, taking another inch or two, and settled. Jack wanted to stay there forever, floating between reality and whatever headspace he was currently plummeting to. His holes ached, still torn and used, but he didn’t care.

He wanted Nico, he wanted him to do anything he wanted to him. Jack’s mind drifted further as the thick cock rested heavy on his tongue. He pictured Nico using him without warning–bending him over the desk in the study whenever his temper flared, shoving in deep while Jack gasped and took it. He imagined being grabbed by the hips in the middle of the hallway, pants yanked down, Nico’s cock driving in hard and fast because he needed release and Jack was right there. Rough hands pinning his wrists, teeth at his throat, Nico growling that he could do whatever he wanted. Or slow, careful thrusts, Nico holding him close, murmuring praise while he worked Jack open inch by inch until he was shaking. Both versions made his hole clench around nothing.

He wanted the knot most of all. Wanted Nico to push it in again and again, locking them together while cum flooded him, then staying inside until it swelled once more. He wanted to be left dripping and dazed, only to be pulled back for another round until his belly felt swollen and his thoughts turned to static.

Nico’s voice cut through the haze. The meeting was over. “Johnny, get them out.”

Jack barely registered the scrape of chairs or the fading footsteps. The meeting was over.

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it's so funny being a devils fan and being happy for the canes like in a couple months we're gonna be hating on them so hard for always winning against the devils

also ..... when it's next mafia update?👉🏻👈🏻

like. me and that fuckass state have beef rn and during the regular season but i can celebrate the W!!

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WAITING FOR 12 CHAPTER

☺️☺️☺️

😆😆😆😆 yall r so cute

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I know this was probs special effect but what was Jack propping his phone on during chapter 11?! Like I'm not really expecting a clear answer its just the italization made me curious hahaha! I can't wait for the next chapter your writing is so good !

the mountain of stuffed animals that will be taking over nico’s entire life, which we also see in chapter 12 💓😊

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hi!!! do you maybe have any more juke snippets you'd be willing to share? love them sm

EEEEK im so excited that you guys are excited for jukes story! unforch i don't have any snippets, everythings a spoiler! BUT!!!! for those who know #ball

baby john and having the hardest life a child could have, and escaping into art and fiction and stories and wanting to be able to do that for other kids! baby john and wanting to be a writer, and an evil, wretched man ruining that dream for him!!

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canes fans i’m so up for you!! 🫶🏼 thank you for making carter hart miserable!!

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"I hated Jalen. I thought he was one of them annoying five-star recruits that come in entitled. Unfortunately, he was the opposite and we sparked a friendship and we're still friends to this day. Yeah, we still keep in touch." —JOSH HART

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only reason i would’ve wanted the knights to win is so i could have a good ass time downtown

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i have another version of moths that i just found..

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the amount of wips i have is genuinely insane

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i’m fucking stressed