Orphan Brigade [Baby Years]: The story of how an infamous crime lord became the guardian of three children and a teenager.
Trigger Warning: Violence and guns
The penthouse was utter chaos. No-one was packed despite the
fact that Geoff had warned them of the trip weeks ago, the boys were hyper
(Gavin and Michael were running around duelling with plastic swords) and worst
of all, there was a police officer stood in the doorway.
Geoff let Jack deal with the officer while he rushed around
throwing things into the boys backpacks. He overheard little snippets of the
conversation. Luckily the cop wasn’t after them; he was there to warn them
about a string of burglaries in the area. Geoff struggled not to laugh at the
idea of the infamous Fake AH Crew being burgled.
Regardless of the non-existent threat, Geoff was still in a
hurry to leave. The less time spent near a police officer, the better. He
scooped up all the bags and hurried the boys towards the door.
“Sorry officer. Love to chat but we’re on vacation. See you
around!” He grinned fakely as they hurried out.
Jack chuckled, locking the door behind them.
“Don’t worry!” The officer smiled, waving as he watched the
family leave. “Your home is in good hands.”
Hours later, Ray had finally beaten his DS game and emerged
from the bed room, hunting for a snack.
The penthouse was bizarrely quiet.
He searched the entirety of the penthouse, becoming more and
more panicked as each room was revealed to be unoccupied.
Ray stared at the empty living room, tears pricking his
eyes. His worst nightmare had become a reality. Ray had been left all alone.
Request - Jack Avery imagines about meeting his family, please ?? I love your writing and had this idea ages ago Request - Hey, could you maybe do a jack one where Isla or Ava walks in on you pls xxx
Combined the two, didn’t see any harm in doing so, hope you enjoy! Warnings: swearing i think?
Jack’s hands grip the steering wheel as his eyes stay on the road ahead of his. You sat in the passenger seat beside him, your leg lightly bouncing up and down as you nibble at your bottom lip anxiously.
“They’re going to love you. There’s nothing to worry about,” Jack places a hand on your left thigh, squeezing tenderly.
“You don’t know that. What if they don’t like how I dress?” you throw your head back with a sigh.
Probably Keep The Change, You Filthy Animal :3 It’s just such a fun song, with a great tune and beat, awesome guitar riff and bass lines… plus it has a Home Alone reference and Alex wanted to make Jack happy ok
Imagine you and Jack are home alone for the day and you’re making out on his couch. You decide to get a little adventurous and start sucking, biting, and attacking the sensitive flesh all over his neck, getting wetter with each whimper and moan that escaper his mouth.
“Y-y/n, babe, baby,” he manages to huff out. “Fuck. Oh god. S-stop teasing.” You hum against the skin of his collarbone before licking over a small spot on it. His eyes flutter closed and he just lets you abuse that spot. You bite down harshly on that same spot, causing Jack to cry out and arch his back slightly off of the couch. You straddle his waist and whisper in his ear:
“What’s the fun in no teasing, Jack?” Jack whines as you nip his earlobe and begin to teasingly palm him through his dark gray sweatpants. Jack whimpers and bites his lip, staring at you with dark, hooded eyes. He bucks his hips slightly into your small hand and you giggle innocently before attacking his collarbone again. You continue to rub him through his pants, gradually getting faster with each passing second, and soon enough, he is coming undone underneath you, thrashing his body around as much as he can with you still on top of him, screaming your name after every shudder from the strength of his orgasm. When he finally comes down from his high, he smiles sleepily up at you and he mumbles:
“As amazing as that was, I need to change pants.” You laugh and step off of the couch, letting him stand up and discretely wobble up the stairs to y’all’s room. You smile and sit on the couch in satisfaction until you hear, “WHAT THE HELL Y/N?! HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO HIDE THESE?! THESE ARE WORSE THAN THE ONES YOU GAVE ME LAST TIME!” You smirk to yourself.