Look What I Made!!!! Obviously, I Dont Own Predator, Or Anything So None Of The Pronunciation Is Verified,

Look what I made!!!! Obviously, I don’t own Predator, or anything so none of the pronunciation is verified, but 90% (at least) of the words are! So I hope this helps anyone whos curious, is an uber-nerd like me, is writing fanfiction, reading fanfiction, etc! Please let me know if I missed a word, or added a blatantly fake one by mistake!! 

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What’s something that gives your anxiety?

(For the poly Jack x Y/N x Rory AU) Since Y/N has a separate room from Ian I’m assuming that they’ve got a one-person bed, and since in the demo Jack canonically shares a bed with them, it’ll only become more cramped if Rory sleeps in the same bed too. Y/N comes home after a stressful day at the Yogurtopia and gets sandwhiched between them both. Jack and Rory would absolutely take advantage of the opportunity to have Y/N caught between them lol, whether it’s just for wholesome cuddles or more . . . not-so-innocent time with Y/N

It's almost embarrassing how much I go !!!! every time this AU comes up!!! As much as I love wholesome cuddles... I can't pass up the opportunity to write some smut >:3c

A Long Hard Day (18+)

Fandom: Something’s Wrong With Sunny Day Jack

Pairing: Sunny Day Jack x gn!reader x Rory Rainberry

Content: grinding, fingering, double penetration, belly bulge, creampie, a little light teasing/argument between Jack and Rory

Synopsis: Its been a long, hard day. All you want is to curl up in bed between your ghostly boyfriends. But they've got something long and hard that'll help you forget all the stress of the day~

"Welcome to— oh fuck it, you don't care." You sigh, watching the chatting group of kids wander around getting yogurt.

It's been a nonstop kind of day. It's warm and sunny and just so nice out, everyone wants frozen yogurt. And apparently everyone wants to yell at you too.

You're keeping a little mental list of things that are apparently your fault, including:

The frozen yogurt is too cold — no shit, sherlock

The cookies are too warm — I warned you, they're fresh out the oven

There's no peanuts at the topping bar — they're literally right there, there's a sign!

Someone's child is being too noisy while getting their yogurt — yeah, buddy, I hear it too. But I'm not their parents and at least you have the luxury of walking out of here whenever you want

There's no pistachio frozen yogurt — What's wrong with you and when will retail workers win the legal right to hunt customers for sport?

You're seething by the time Barry comes in to take over for you. You all but throw your apron at your boss, shouting a sarcastic "good luck" over your shoulder as you hurry out before he can ask you to extend your shift.

You stomp your whole way home, trying not to let the warm sunshine and delightful breeze soothe your rage. You want to keep being grumpy about your awful day, but it's difficult when it's so nice out.

By the time you get home, your anger has simmered into a mild annoyance. Your ghosts are nowhere to be seen, and that only sours your mood more.

You stomp into the kitchen to get some water. You stomp into the bathroom to wash your face. You stomp into your bedroom to change out of your awful uniform and into something more comfortable.

"Bad day, sunspot?" Jack's voice is soft and cheery, and though you're not facing him you can hear his sympathetic smile.

"Awful." You huff out, almost tripping over your own feet in an attempt to get your trousers off.

"C'mere, cupcake."

Rory's sitting on the edge of your little bed, holding his hands out to help you. Jack is laying behind him, eyeing you with equal parts concern and love.

You stomp over to Rory, letting him help you out of your clothes. He's gentle and patient, pressing the occasional absentminded kiss to your stomach and hips.

It's hard to stay mad when your boyfriends are so sweet. Reluctantly, you let the annoyance slip away, replaced with fatigue. You pull on a big shirt and crawl into bed between them.

It's cramped as always, Rory pressed against your back while Jack is squished between you and the wall. But there's nowhere else you'd rather be. They're warm and cuddly and you feel the bad day beginning to roll off your back.

They hold you in silence, giving you the time you need to recover from your shit day.

It's perfect.

As your shoulders finally relax, Jack settles a kiss on your forehead. "Feeling better, sunspot?"

You mumble a little agreement as you snuggle into his chest, voice muffled by his shirt. Rory tucks himself closer to you, nose pressed to the back of your neck. You can't help but grin a little.

"Rory...?"

He hums curiously. "Yes, sugar?"

You snicker, hips pressing back against him. You've been feeling his bulge against your ass, slowly growing harder as you've been cuddling. The closer he pressed to you, the more you could feel it. And now, you can't ignore it any longer. You don't want to ignore it any longer.

He groans softly as your ass grinds back against him. He huffs, the breath ghosting down your neck.

"It's not my fault," he whines, hands gently grabbing your hips to help you grind against him. "I've been excited all day. Tried to convince Jackie boy here to help me out, but he said we should wait for you."

He's pouting against the back of your neck, and Jack laughs a bit, reaching past you to squeeze Rory's hip. "Moderation is important. I knew you'd want to get our sunshine involved, I didn't want to tire you out before they got back!"

Rory's voice is breathy as he grinds against you, lips brushing your shoulder as he speaks. "Moderation? You're as..." a groan, "excited as I am."

Jack gives an appeasing sigh, pressing his hips to yours to prove Rory's words. He's hard, as ready for you as Rory is. You can't help but whimper as the two men grind against you, pressing you between them.

"There's nothing wrong with desire," Jack's voice is annoyingly steady, even as he presses your hips together. "But you could do with learning to control it. Delayed pleasure is the best kind~"

Rory groans as he rolls his hips against you, fingers digging lightly into your waist. "Oh? Like you control your desire when you touch yourself while our cupcake is showering?"

Jack laughs, meeting Rory's challenging gaze with his own. "Mmmmhm~" he hums out, rutting his hips against you and listening to your little mewl of pleasure. "It takes a lot of self control not to join them."

Rory huffs against your skin, teeth grazing your neck before he presses a few kisses to it. His hands grab at your ass. Both of them are enjoying your body, gently grabbing and groping, kissing and grinding.

"What about when you sneak into their underwear drawer?" Rory presses, eyebrow raised.

Your heart skips a beat at the thought, unsure whether to be more flattered or embarrassed. "Jack...?"

Jack gives your hip a reassuring little squeeze, but doesn't answer you. "It's a perfectly healthy expression of desire."

"Rory...?" You glance back at him, still hung up on the whole 'Jack sneaking into your underwear drawer' thing.

Rory gives you a soothing kiss, but also doesn't answer you. "And when you—"

"Hey!" You stop moving your hips, huffing. "Come on, you're both insatiable horndogs. No need to argue about who's worse."

"You're right," Rory presses an apologetic kiss to your shoulder. "We're here to help you destress."

You give an approving nod before raising an eyebrow at Jack. "And you?"

Jack looks sufficiently chastised. "I'm sorry, sunshine. It was immature of us."

"And...?"

"And?" He glances around, as though whatever he forgot might lay in the room around him.

You laugh, leaning up to kiss him. "Do you really sneak into my underwear drawer?"

He flushes a charming shade of red, shrugging his broad shoulders. "As I said, it's a perfectly healthy expression of desire."

With an affectionate roll of your eyes, you pull him into a proper kiss. "Idiot," you mumble against his lips, hands coming up to tease through his hair.

Rory settles behind you, leaving a trail of kisses up your neck. He reaches between you and Jack, hand slipping under your shirt. His fingers tease along your inner thighs, letting the back of his hand brush over Jack's bulge at the same time.

Jack moans against your lips, tongue pressing politely but insistently into your mouth. His hands replace Rory's on your ass, squeezing gently.

It's hard not to melt when their hands and lips are on you. They're so attentive to you. Your needs, your desires.

Jack's tongue occupies your mouth, hands pushing your shirt up over your hips. Rory rolls over for a moment and returns with a bottle of lube. He warms it up in his hands before slipping his hand between your legs again.

He eases a single finger into you slowly, Jack swallowing your moans. You can feel Rory's hard cock grinding against your ass as he works to finger you open for them.

You pull away from Jack and take a breath. "Clothes...?"

You can't muster more than the single word, needy and desperate. But they understand. Clothes are stripped quickly and easily until you're the only one with anything left on. Not that your shirt is getting in the way of Rory's fingers or Jack's wandering hands.

You take a second finger, and then a third. Your hips rock against Rory's fingers as they curl and coax inside of you. Jack is murmuring praise in your ear, licking and nipping gently at the lobe to watch you shiver.

You're riding the waves of bliss, letting yourself lose track of space and time, sandwiched between your boyfriends. They're ignoring their own needs for the sake of relaxing you. Their hard cocks grind against you, making a mess of precum on your skin. But they don't try to go any further until you're boneless against them.

When you're finally relaxed, head empty of all thoughts but them, Jack nods to Rory. You barely register the motion, too busy marking up Jack's chest with little hickeys and bites.

Rory's fingers slide out of you, hand easing under your thigh to lift your leg. You can feel his cock press against your hole and you moan something that vaguely sounds like "please."

"Good," his voice is shaky with desire as his cock eases into you slowly. "You're so good..."

It's familiar. The feeling of his cock filling you. Each inch presses in, slow and steady. He's always so sweet about it, making sure you're ready for him.

He gives something between a moan and a sigh once he's fully inside of you. His lips press to your shoulder as he praises you softly.

"You're perfect. You're always perfect~" His hips start to move slowly, hands steadying your hips as he fucks you from behind.

"You're taking him so well, sunshine~" Jack coos, hand stroking your stomach right where Rory's cock is hitting your insides. "You're doing such a good job."

"Hey, cupcake~" Rory tries to keep his voice steady, but you're so tight and warm around him that he can't help but moan. "Are you up for trying something?"

"Hmmm...?" You're barely able to focus on his words as he rocks his hips inside you.

"I think Jackie boy might like to join me. Think you can take us both?"

Both...? The word bounces around in your brain. You can't quite grasp it as the head of Rory's cock brushes against something deep inside you that makes you see stars.

"Give them a quick break," Jack laughs. "They can't possibly think while you're moving."

Rory's hips still and he presses a kiss to your shoulder in apology. Jack's fingers curl under your chin and he raises your head to look up at him. He waits until he sees clarity in your eyes.

"Do you think you can take me too, sunspot? We'll take it slowly, I promise." His voice is clear and gently, and you process his words slowly.

You nod after a moment, the heat in your stomach burning away any anxiety you might have felt about trying to take both of their cocks at once.

With your consent gained, Rory returns to his previous pace, fucking you nice and slow. Jack grabs the lube and reaches down between your thighs. His fingers tease around your hole.

It's a stretch, just on the right side of painful, as he eases a single finger into you alongside Rory's cock. The sound Rory makes is desperate, needy. You feel even tighter around him with Jack's finger inside of you.

"Good, you're doing so well for me, sunspot." Jack settles a kiss on your forehead. "Just relax for me. I won't make you take more than you can fit."

You trust him. You trust both of them. If they say you can take them both... well, all you want to do is make them proud. The feeling settles warmly in your chest, adding to the slowly building heat inside you.

With every rock of Rory's hips, Jack eases his finger in and out. It's not long before he can ease a second finger into you. It's easier than you would've expected, had you been thinking clearly. But as it is, you're so deep in pleasure that your body is willing to take anything they give it.

"Ready for me, sunshine?" Jack asks, hand already slicking up his cock with plenty of lube.

You nod, nails digging into his arm as you try to will him to fuck you already. You're beyond coherent thoughts or words. All you know is that you need him inside of you.

Jack's cock presses against your hole. Every time Rory's hips move, he presses just a little bit more into you.

The first stretch is the hardest. You can feel it, almost too much for your tight hole. But he prepared you well, as promised.

It's not long before he's inside you too. Their cocks rub against each other inside of you, one pulling out while the other thrusts back in.

They set up a faster pace, hands and lips claiming you. You feel so full. One of your hands drifts to your stomach, and you feel a slight bulge where their cocks are moving inside of you.

You don't have time to think about it. They're hitting spots inside of you that you never knew were there. Your vision is spinning, your head light and fuzzy. You're bathed in love and praise.

They're nothing short of adoring as they work you towards your orgasm. You can feel the coil tightening inside of you, just waiting to snap. You've needed some sort of release all day, and now you're chasing this one.

"So good~"

"Amazing..."

"Wonderful!"

"Perfect~"

Their praise only fuels the fire inside of you. Your body bounces between them as they fuck you nice and hard. You feel yourself teetering on the edge.

"Gonna cum for us, sugar?"

"Please cum for us, sunspot."

"We just want you to feel good."

"You'll feel good for us, won't you?"

You cry out, toes curling as you cum for them. You tighten around them, feeling their rhythm slip as they both work towards their own orgasms. With you taken care of, they can finally cum.

Rory goes first, hips stuttering as he fills you.

Jack moans at the feeling of Rory's warm cum spilling over his own cock. With a few final thrusts, he cums inside you as well. They share a kiss over your head, hands soothing along your sides lovingly.

"Oh gosh, sunspot. You're amazing." Jack sighs out, pushing your hair back from your face.

"You took us both so well, I'm proud of you." Rory's lips press a soft kiss to the back of your neck.

"Want us to get you all cleaned up, sunshine?" They're both still inside of you, making no moves to pull out.

Rory raises an eyebrow at Jack and snorts. "Oh, so you can join them in the shower finally?"

You can't help but laugh as Jack tries to sputter out a denial. But the pink flush on his cheeks says otherwise.

"Perverts, both of you!" You tease, content to enjoy the fullness of them inside of you for a little longer.

This was the perfect end to a terrible day.

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