#Jake Jensen massage

[bigtreefest]

In Your Arms

Pairing: Husband! Jake Jensen x Wife! Reader (Newlyweds)

Summary: Jake tries to treat you to a spa day on your honeymoon

Word count: 1,668

Content/warnings: to be safe 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, allusions to and attempts of smut, semi-sexual nudity, mentions of massages, a bath together, ummm Jake and his wedding ring🥵, alcohol consumption, lovey sleepy vibes, allusions to wedding night and first time together/loss of virginity

A/N: This entire idea was inspired by this Astarion Fanart by @panksage Not my fandom, but I really liked the concept, even if the idea kinda ran away from me. Enjoy, my lovely hoes😉 (also, this will def become a Drabble AU so don’t be afraid to send asks and interact!!)

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You reached your hands out in front of you, blindly searching for him, arms waving haphazardly, grasping at air until your fingertips caught something with a tink of glass and the soft clang of metal.

“Ow.”

You sheepishly curled in on yourself a little, shoulders raising towards your ears, your hands moving more gently now as they found their way to his cheeks, thumbs lightly brushing his skin and the edges of his goatee.

With an exhale of a soft laugh, you spoke, “Sorry. I couldn’t find you. Didn’t mean to catch your glasses.”

Your eyes were covered, hidden behind two fresh slices of cucumber, which gave you mixed emotions. On one hand, your sense of hearing was heightened, allowing you to drink in the beautiful, low laughter of your husband that you might’ve missed otherwise. But on the other, you couldn’t see his radiant smile, the one that made you melt every time, beams of affection spreading outward from your heart.

You felt the warmth of his body climbing over yours, the dip of the bed from his knees coming up between your legs. You spread them to make more room for him, your robe riding up your thighs. The weight of his hands pressed into the pillow on either side of your head.

Small breaths danced across your lips, the sensation on the rest of your face dampened by the clay mask he had so lovingly applied to you minutes ago. The already dim light barely reaching the back of your eyelids darkened as soft lips pressed against yours.

As he pulled away, you let out a giggle, chasing him in his retreat before settling back down into the cool bedding.

“Jake, you can’t tease me like that. Come back. I want more.”

You pulled him back towards you with your hands still on his cheeks, smiling into the kiss. This time he lingered, lips slotting against yours, tongue wandering into your mouth, finding itself in a delicate dance you knew all too well.

Jake’s hand made its way down from by your head to your hip, rubbing back and forth before he moved it to ease open the front of the terry cloth fabric that loosely draped over you. The gentle touch of his callused fingers on the soft skin there was enough to set your body alight. You couldn’t stand it anymore. You needed to see him.

“Jacob. Get these things off my eyes,” you pleaded to him softly.

Jake happily obliged, plucking one off and popping it into his mouth. With one eye open, you watched him chomp down on the crisp slice, chewing with a smile as he reached for the second.

“Better?”

You nodded, sitting up on your elbows to untie the robe fully and welcome him closer to you with a tug of your heel against his lower back.

“Much better.”

Your left hand made its way back up to Jake’s face, taking note of the green tip of his nose, residual from it bumping against yours just moments ago.

Jake’s shoulders raised up and down with his more ragged breaths from the sight of your bare form. The new diamond on your finger sparkled with the movement, but the true gleam you were drawn to was the one in your partner’s eyes.

The circles made by his thumb on your sensitive skin traced closer and closer towards where you were heating up, begging for his touch once again. But this was supposed to be a chance to relax. A chance for Jake to ease your weary body after the last night’s activities. Leave it to newlyweds to not be able to take their hands off each other.

Just as he reached in between your legs to feel your heightening arousal, though, your breath was caught in a wince as your body jumped.

Jake looked up at you, his eyebrows gathered in the center of his forehead in concern. He was looking to you for guidance on his next move.

His gaze was caught in a volley between your misty eyes, slightly dejected about your tenderness that lingered from the night before; the first whole joining of your bodies.

“Still sensitive? That’s okay. We can do something else. I did promise you a massage, after all.” His voice was a sweet, calming whisper.

He understood. Of course he did. He was your husband now. The two of you had been so in sync from the moment you had met, and this was no exception. You were more bonded now than ever before.

“Massage later? Maybe for when the soreness goes away. I think it’s all a little too tempting right now.”

Jake nodded, moving to give you a kiss on your hairline, just above the seam of the face mask.

“Whatever you need, babe. How about a bath?”

You closed your eyes and leaned into his touch with a contented sigh. “That sounds perfect, Jakey Bear”

Before you could even think to get out of bed yourself, he was scooping you up, leaving your robe behind, and carrying you bridal style to the oversized resort bathroom. How fitting. Jake gently placed you on the edge of the tub, turning around to grab a washcloth, letting out a small chuckle when he saw the green tip of his nose in the mirror. He wet the cloth in the sink and swiped the small bit off.

When he turned back to you, he gently knelt at your feet, motioning with his hands for you to come forward towards him. With your arms on your knees, you leaned in, closing your eyes as he gently wiped off the mask.

Your eyes fluttered open, met with his soft smile. The one that always looked like it was admiring you, soaking you in with disbelief that you loved him. You chose him and let him into your life.

Jake set the cloth to the side and moved in towards you. You met his action, surprised when he kept going past you, reaching for the knob to turn on the hot water, squirting in some bubble bath solution that laid on the rim of the tub, too. Your hands flew to your face in a small laugh of embarrassment.

Jake’s warm hands wrapped around your wrists, releasing your gaze from where it hid.

“Sorry, babe.”

He gave you a quick peck on your lips, pulling away too soon as he went to get up. Your hands grasped his before he could flee.

“No, where are you going? Don’t leave me.”

Jake gave you a grave look. “I’d never leave you. Did I not make that clear in my vows? I’ll be right back, I promise.”

You nodded and let out an exhale, dropping Jake’s hands. He turned quickly to jog out of the bathroom and returned with a bottle in one hand, two champagne glasses in the other: a gift so graciously provided by the hotel.

The water and bubbles in the tub were reaching a good height, so Jake set down the glassware and stood straight, moving to take off his own robe and let it fall to the floor. You rose to your feet to meet him, a hand gravitating to his hip, the other going straight to his belly, gently tracing the trail of hair that marked the midline of his abs.

You looked up at him through your eyelashes, your palm rubbing flat circles on his soft skin as he smiled back down at you. Jake cocked his head to the side.

“What is it, my dear wife?”

You preened under the thought of that. You were his wife. And he was your husband. Each other’s forever. And yet you still couldn’t get enough of him.

“Just like being close to you, my dear husband. Now get in the tub so I can crawl in your lap.”

Jake eagerly followed your instruction, stepping into the luxury infinity tub with his long legs before he reached out his arms to help you in. Your eyes went wide as you almost slipped and you felt his grip tighten around you. He had you. He always would. Your fingertips grasped around the firm muscle of his biceps.

“God, Mr. Jensen. Why are you so beefy? I’m not sure if this is any better in keeping us calm than the massage would’ve been.”

Jake blushed and nodded in agreement. He would never get used to how much you loved all of him.

“I….don’t know what you want me to say about the first part, but on the second one, I agree.”

He lowered himself to sit in the bath, the bubbles reaching his lower shoulder. His grasp was firm on your waist to guide you down in front of him so you sat between his legs. Jake let out a low groan as you settled into place and that’s when you felt him, half hard against your back.

“Oh yeah. Definitely agree on the second part. But I’m gonna try and ignore that to just share in this time with you, Mrs. Jensen.”

With Jake’s hands occupied with running softly and lovingly up and down your sides, you reached for the champagne, popping the cork out and pouring a single glass near the top. You took a sip, then shifted to sit sideways in his hold to prop the glass up to his lips. Jake moved his hand over your belly button to secure the two of you and you could feel the warm metal of the gold band on his left hand against your skin. Your fingertips caressed his arm, down towards his hand, weaving in with it, metal rings sitting against each other. He craned his neck over your shoulder and caught the smile that had subconsciously taken over your face, sharing in his own and basking in the warm, bubbly love before drinking down the rest of the glass, shared between the two of you like everything else would be from now on.

Bonus A/N: What do you think, Jakey glasses or no glasses in the tub? Because on one hand, it’s adorable when they fog up, but also baby can’t see. Or do you think he’s chilling there all squinty? Also adorable.

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[ellethespaceunicorn]

Do It For Daddy

Title: Do It For Daddy

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Jake Jensen x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1.3K

Prompts: Jake Jensen + Female Reader + Daddy kink + “I told you, you would eventually start begging.” + Smut, requested by @bridgetina

Summary: Jake tries something new, showing you a different side of himself.

Warnings: CMNF (clothed male, naked female), Daddy kink, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal fingering, pet names for Reader (pretty girl, sweet girl), squirting, forced orgasms, goatee burn, p-in-v unprotected sex, creampie, mention of bodily fluids, aftercare, Jake being Jake

A/N: Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best. 

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Your clothing, long stripped off by Jake, lays in a crumpled mess at the foot of the bed. With your hands clutching the sheets below you, you start to whine. He’s nowhere near finished with you, though. You arch your back, inhale deeply, and mewl loudly as Jake’s nimble digits and quick tongue work you through your third orgasm of the night.

While your body trembles as you come down, Jake pulls off your puffy clit and licks his lips. Removing his fingers, he makes a show of tasting the slick coating of his fingers. Using the remaining wetness, he strokes his girthy cut cock as it hangs out of his jeans, which have been pushed down below his ass. His goatee is noticeably shiny with your arousal, and you can smell it in the air.

Jake’s voice breaks through the fog of your afterglow. “Don’t get too comfortable; Daddy’s not done with you yet,” he breathes, diving to suction his lips around your sensitive nub. His fingers collect moisture from your leaking slit and dip inside your tight heat.

Your hands migrate from the sheets to Jake’s blonde-frosted tips. Opening his smokey blue eyes, you watch as he squints to focus on your face. Why he insists on taking off his glasses during sex is still a mystery to you. Doesn’t he want to see you? When you tug at his hair, he gets the hint and moves up your body while his fingers continue their assault on your core. 

He hovers over your face, his swollen lips just a millimeter away, the unmistakable smell of yourself on his breath. Licking across your lips, he teases, then devours your whimpers in a passionate kiss. His tongue tangles with yours like two bodies dancing the tango; his fingers curl upward inside of you to massage your inner bundle of nerves.

He knows your body like no other, so he isn’t surprised when your breathing quickens. He anticipates you moaning into the kiss, pulling away so he can hear your sweet noises fully. His leaky red tip drips on your hip as your legs wrap around him. Your heels digging into Jake’s ass only spurs him on more to bring you over the edge.

“Yes! You’re right there, baby. Just let go and cum for me. That’s it, pretty girl. Do it for Daddy,” he coaxes, his whispered words the last thing you hear before the dam breaks.

Your walls clamp down around his digits; he groans and works you through your fourth release. The squelch of his fingers inside you as he continues to massage your g-spot fills the room for a moment. Jake thinks you’ve had enough for now and sits back on his haunches watching you in blissful euphoria.

With one hand on his hard length, the other is free to draw lazy designs across your hip and stomach. Within a few minutes, his hand dips lower and lower until he gently cups your mound. Dragging two fingers between your lower lips elicits a strangled moan from you. You sputter a couple of words that he can barely hear.

“What was that, my sweet girl?” He leans in closer, his hardness bumping into your swollen pussy lips.

You can’t help but hiss when his balls rub against the sensitive skin left behind by goatee burn. “Please, Daddy. Can’t take anymore,” you plead.

A shit-eating grin spreads across his face; clearly, he is happy with himself. “I told you, you would eventually start begging,” he purrs, tilting his head. “But I think you can take more.” He reaches for the lube on the bed, pouring a generous amount into his hand. Coating his cock in the sticky substance, he lines up with your entrance and pushes in slowly to allow you to get used to his intrusion.

Canting his hips, he slides out until just the tip remains, then thrusts in fully. He groans deeply and doesn’t waste any time fucking into you. Holding your hips in an iron grip, he pistons into you. Taking you apart from the inside out, he revels in the vision of your eyes rolling back in your head as your climax nears.

Jake’s hand moves from your hip to your clit as his thumb rubs the engorged button. The mixture of clitoral and vaginal stimulation has you speaking in tongues before long. When you hit your peak, you feel like you’ve never been higher. Stars explode behind your eyelids, and you can’t stop the sounds from escaping your mouth. When you try to cover your mouth, Jake tsks at you, and you know he wants to hear you, so you oblige him.

He fucks you, long and deep, hitting the right spot over and over until you gush down his cock and balls. As your wetness soaks the front of his jeans and the hem of his shirt, Jake grunts as he continues to pound into you. 

Soon enough, his hips stutter and he pushes in fully as his pulsing cock paints your walls in thick, milky ropes. He lets out a few expletives and tips his head back, tilting his head from side to side. Dipping his chin down, he catches his breath until he softens and slips free from your sore snatch. He watches as his jizz leaks from your thoroughly-used hole, then leans forward to rest the side of his face on your stomach. 

Your hands find their way into his sweat-soaked hair while you both come down from your highs. Once he can move his legs again, Jake stands and waddles to the bathroom, pants around his ankles. You hear him turn on the faucet for the bathtub. When he returns, pants worn correctly this time, he grabs his glasses from the nightstand. Turning to you, he picks you up and brings you to the tub, even though you halfheartedly protest.

You’re surrounded by lavender-scented bubbles, and Jake is eerily quiet while washing your neck and back. It’s only when you reach for his hand that he speaks. 

“So, hypothetically speaking, if you were to give this particular sexual experience a grade from one to ten—one, being the worst ever, and ten, being ‘dear God, please can we do that again’, what would you give it?”

You turn to look at him, sloshing the bath water a bit. You put a wet hand against his cheek and smiled lovingly before slapping him on the forehead. “Are you serious, dweeb? You made me squirt, and you must ask if I liked it?” Your eyebrows couldn’t possibly raise any higher on your forehead.

The gears turn in his head as he nods quickly. “Well, I ask because that was the hottest thing I have ever done in my entire life, and if there is even a hint of something that you didn’t like, I will change it immediately. I want to make sure that I’m doing it right.”

You grab him by the chin and bring him in for a kiss, then you pull back to look into his eyes. You think about starting this huge monologue on why he shouldn’t focus on ‘getting it right’, but instead paying attention to the experience itself. But your brain has been well and truly fucked out, and words are hard. So, instead, you settle on keeping it short, sweet, and to the point. “11 out of 10; would recommend,” you giggle, splashing water on him.

His face lights up, and a pink hue dusts his cheeks. You sense his confidence level rising with that little ego boost. Thinking of when he first brought up this scenario and how he stuttered and fought to get the words out is a pleasant memory. Your sweet nerdy boy is finally giving into his kinky side, and all you can do is daydream about the next dirty thought that comes to his mind.

A/N: This is the first time I have written Jake Jensen and boy, did I enjoy this manboy. I was nervous about the Daddy kink. I just didn’t think Jake would be a “calls himself Daddy” type. But, uh, I was wrong haha.

[babyjakes]

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eun participates in kinkmas 2023, twenty four days of kinky thots, blurbs, and fics!

please note: prompts have no assigned date. due to an unplanned mini-hiatus, three days feature double prompts.

fics.

flamingo pink | daddy!ari levinson x puppy!reader | prompt: pet play

a diamond's gotta shine | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader | prompt: toys

clear blue water | soft!dark!daddies!steve rogers and ari levinson x little!reader | prompt: watersports

lock them out and throw a feast | soft!dark!curtis everett x front-ender!reader | prompt: food play

help me hold onto you | steve rogers x avenger!reader | prompt: sex pollen

devils roll the dice | hitman!robert pronge x innocent!reader | prompts: sex tape + medfet

did something bad | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader | prompts: interrogation + weapon play

you all over me | soft!dark!daddies!steve rogers and ari levinson x little!reader | prompt: double penetration

blurbs.

not trying to play | bf!jake jensen x subby!reader | prompt: nipple play

in the middle of the night | dark!stepdad!pete brenner x reader | prompt: somnophilia

delicate | daddy!ari levinson x little!reader | prompt: virgin

thots.

edging | mutual masturbation | massage | harness | sex shop | threesome | monster fucking | knotting | fucking machine | exhibitionism + piercing

[gremlin-girly]

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

Hello lovelies, Grem here.

This is an 18+ blog anyway but it goes without saying that ageless blogs will be blocked and Minors DO NOT INTERACT.

As with the Flufftober 2024 Masterlist (which can be found here), I have listed the prompts by week and will try to update them regularly.

Eventually this will be on my main Masterlist and- once again - some of these elicited more than one part or more than one idea, so I do hope to share the continuations/alternates at some point!

I try to tag my work as best as I can but the warnings are non-exhaustive. I am not responsible for the content you consume!

Week 1

Day 1: Scratching

Main Kink(s): Scratching Pairing: Johnny Storm x f!Reader warnings: SMUT, dom!reader (kinda?), sub!johnny, P in V (wrap it folks!), oral (f recieving), multiple orgasm, Creampie, scratching, lovebites

distant!reader, not much aftercare on reader's part (that’s a warning), I wasn’t kidding when I said you don’t like him haha summary: You’ve met Johnny Storm a handful of times but enough to know one thing: you hate him. His smugness, his attitude, his everything. Well… almost everything word count: 3.2k

Day 2: Office Sex

Main Kink(s): office sex Pairing: IT Tech! Jake Jensen X f!PA!Reader Tags/Warnings:  SMUT, office sex, sex on a desk, p-in-v, squirting, creampie, reverse cowgirl, riding, vaginal fingering (brief), sex to relax, massage, Jake being a dork, pet names (baby), sweet ending Summary: You hate your boss and hate filing work for him when he’s out gallivanting so when your IT kit breaks and you summon IT to the devil’s den that is your boss’ office  you can’t help but take the opportunity you’ve been given with your office crush. Word Count: 3.5k

Day 3: Cock/Clit warming

Main Kink(s): clit/cockwarming, threesome/throuple (mmf) Pairing: 30s!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader X 30s!Steve Rogers Tags/Warnings: SMUT, threesome (mmf), established throuple, cockwarming, clit warming, oral (f recieving),  praise, squirting, multiple orgasm, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), creampie, pet names (doll, sweetheart) Summary: Your boyfriends know how to make you feel adored after a busy day at work - just as you know how to take care of them. Word count: 1.2k

Day 4: CNC

Title: Dark Fantasy Meets Reality Pairing: Lloyd Hansen (The Gray Man) x f!Reader Kink: CNC Tags/ Warnings: SMUT, CNC, hair pulling, rough sex, pet names (sweetheart, pretty girl, sunshine), praise (good girl), man-handling, bondage (zipties), p-in-v (wrap it before you tap it), cream pie, choking/breath play, panties and fingers in mouth, vaginal fingering, Lloyd Hansen (He is most DEFINITELY a warning) Summary: You find a place on the Web where you can spell out your sexual desires with no judgement and maybe even hire some help...  Word Count: 2.1k

Day 5: Discipline/Dominance/Facefucking Main Kink(s): Discipline, dominance, face fucking, spanking Pairing: Dom!Zemo x f!Sub!Reader Tags/Warnings:  SMUT, Discipline, dominance, face fucking, oral (m receiving), dubcon at the start but it's consensual overall, spanking, vaginal fingering, edging/denied orgasm, gagging/choking, drooling, cum swallowing, pet names (draga, sweets, good girl), use of titles (baron/sir), hair pulling, praise Summary: After annoying your lover all day, he takes his time to teach you a lesson you won’t forget. Word Count: 1.9k Day 6: Handjobs Kink: Handjobs Pairing: Room mate!Steve Rogers x f!Room mate! Reader Tags/ Warnings: SMUT, room mates to lovers (ig?), listening/watching of porn, JOI porn, smutty audiobook mentioned, descriptions of masturbation (m and f), praise and petnames (good boy, baby, sweetheart), handjob (m recieving), soft!dom!reader X submissive!Steve (the man just needs some taking care of)

Summary: Your roommate forgets to disconnect his Bluetooth headphones from his phone, leading to an embarrassing moment between you both that segues into something more. Word Count: 2.9k

Week 2

Day 7: Macrophilia Title: The Perfect Jotunn Bride Kink: Macrophilia Pairing: Frost Giant! Loki x f!Asgardian!Reader Tags/ Warnings: SMUT, macrophilia, temperature play (Frost Giant skin), descriptions of violence (not toward reader), arranged/forced marriage, dubcon, mean!Loki (he should just be a warning anyway), knife play (brief), corset, struggling to breathe (bc of the corset), nipple/breast play, thigh riding, teasing, biting/marking, pet names (see below author's note), squirting, vaginal fingering

Summary: Your Husband, the Frost Giant Prince Loki, has come back from battle and expects to see his bride. Word Count: 3.1k

Part 2 is day 19

Day 8: Primal/ Hunter x Prey Kink: primal / hunter x prey Pairing: Halsin x f!druid!reader Tags/warnings:  SMUT, hunter/prey dynamics, ik bears don’t hunt deer but hey its for the plot, but what plot really?, being tracked/chased,  no one stays as animals!!!, p in V, forest sex (just on the floor), biting(marking), doggy style, multiple orgasm, size kink if you squint

Summary: As a young druid you don’t heed the warnings of shifting to wildshape at night, believing that the animals in the wild forest would be easy to handle. But an encounter with a large brown bear sets in motion an unforgettable night under the tree canopy. Word Count: 1.7k

Day 9: Somnophilia Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!reader Tags/Warnings:  SMUT, Somnophilia, established relationship, petnames (doll, baby), p-in-v, f masterbation (brief), vaginal fingering, creampie, sex dreams (not in depth but mentioned)

Summary: You always tell Bucky to wake you up when he comes back from missions but you never specified how. Word Count: 1.6k

Day 10: Morning Sex Pairing: room mate! Steve Rogers x room mate! f!reader Tags/warnings: SMUT, p in v, creampie, morning sex, clit play, breast play, also sweet and fluffy :)

Summary: Waking up next to Steve leads to some pretty exciting morning antics, leaving you wondering what took you so long to act on your feelings sooner. Word Count: Part 2 to Day 6

Day 11: Enemies AND lovers / Manhandling Pairing: Steve Rogers/Captain America x Villain!f!Reader warnings: SMUT, p-in-v, mahandling, a smidge of fluff, praise + pet names (good girl), mentions of rough sex, biting/marking, a little bit of a confession if you squint, creampie

summary: You and Steve have played this game before; you go about your hero/villain duties and then in the dark of the night you scratch the itch that only the other can soothe. However, this time it's a slightly different. Word Count:

Day 12: Competence Pairing: Yelena Belova x f!reader Tags/Warnings:  SMUT, competence kink, established relationship, Yelena (she’s a warning), vaginal fingering, light teasing/taunting, pet names (darling, honey), sexual frustration/orgasm denial

Summary: Your very attractive super spy girlfriend distracts you whilst you wait for your taxi. Word Count: 1.2k

Day 13: Handcuffs Pairing: Lee Bodecker x F!Reader Warnings/Tags: SMUT, masturbation (f and m descriptions), authority/power kink, dubcon (a little), alcohol consumption, semi-public sex, handcuffs, dirty talk, brattiness (a hint), pet names (sugar/good girl/sweetheart)

Summary: After stumbling out of a bar drunk, you get picked up by the local deputy and make his night a little more interesting. Word count: 1.1k

Week 3

Day 14: Spreader Bar (BDSM) Pairing: Roommate Bucky x f! Roommate Reader Tags/Warnings: SMUT, compromising situations, spreader bar, dubcon (barely), mutual pining/lusting, vaginal fingering, creampie, p-in-v (wrap it!!!), dirty talk, pet names (doll/sweetheart/dirty girl/babydoll), roomates to lovers

Summary: You get stuck in a compromising position but thankfully your very helpful roomie is able to "help". Word count: 2.6 k

Day 15: Costumes/photos (Happy Halloween!!) Alt: Honey Bunny Pairing: Jake Jensen x f!Reader Warnings: SMUT, MDNI, p-in-v (wrap it folks!), quickie sex (in costume lmao),photos and videos (consensual), cowgirl 🤠, Jake being Jake, grinding, lipstick marking, slightly dom reader? (I don't really know where it came from either to be honest), pet names (honey, honey bunny, baby)

Summary: You surprise your boyfriend with your costume at Aisha's Halloween party - a costume he's been waiting all month to see. Word count: 2.7k

Day 16: Role Play Pairing: Dean Winchester x f!Reader warnings: SMUT, roleplay (doctor and patient), fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), dirty talk, would 10000% be medical malpractice, improper use of a stethoscope, established relationship, 20000% cheesy, laughing during sex (not in a kinky or mean way just bc Dean almost ruins the moment haha), not beta'd

summary: You and Dean introduce roleplay to the bedroom to try out one of his fantasies. Dr Sexy is in the house Word Count:

Day 17: Blowjobs / Milf Pairing: Jake Jensen x f!reader (MILF reader) Tags/warnings: SMUT, mentions of spousal death (brief), blow jobs, oral (m receiving), cum swallowing, drooling, deep throating

Summary: Feeling confident for the first time in a long time, you manage to render the so-called "plumber" speechless in more than one way. Word Count: 2.4k

Day 18 : Shower Sex Pairing: Personal Trainer! Bucky x Curvy!female reader Tags/warnings: SMUT, semi-public sex, shower sex (slippery), self-consciousness, mentions of cellulite/stretch marks, a smidge of fluff bc I can't resist, vaginal fingering, unprotected p in v (wrap it!!), pet names (doll, baby), praise

Summary: You are a newbie to a gym and one of the regulars takes a liking to you and offers to help you on your gym journey. However, you notice that he's a lot more hands on than other trainers at the gym Word count: 2.9k

Day 19: Praise/Breeding (Jotunn Bride part 2) Frost Giant Loki x Asgardian!f!reader Tags/warnings: SMUT, macrophilia (bc he's still a giant), overstimulation, vaginal fingering, p in v, creampie, breeding kink, no beta, Loki (he's a warning), slight dub con, praise (good girl), Spitting, monster fucking (ig), monster cock, stomach bulge, multiple orgasm,

Summary: Following the night of your husband’s return, Loki finds your notes on the Jotun language and introduces you to a new way of studying. Word Count:

Day 20: Overstimulation Pairing: Lance Tucker x f!reader

Week 4

Day 21: Body Worship Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x f!reader (established relationship)

Day 22: Clothes Pairing: Ransom Drysdale f!reader (established relationship)

Day 24: Sex Pollen / Threesome Pairing: Bucky x f!reader x Steve (Stucky x Reader)

Day 25: Free Use Pairing: Ransom Drysdale f!reader (established relationship)

Day 26: Masks Pairing: The Winter Soldier x f!reader

Day 27: Voyeurism/Cuck/Threesome Pairing: Zemo x f!reader x Bucky (WinterBaron x reader)

Week 5

Day 29: Make Up Sex Pairing: Dean Winchester x f!reader (established relationship)

Day 30: Drunk Sex Pairing: Jake

Day 30: Massage Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x f!reader

Day 31: Spitting Pairing: Dom!f!Reader x Sub!Johnny Storm (sequel to day 1!)

[ronearoundblindly]

Which of the guys would be open to participate in a self care/spa day with you? 🛁🫧💅

This one I separated into categories for who genuinely enjoys, stands it for you, or only allows it when a daughter wants to play (and no, that's not with you, but 'he' just needs worn way down to allow it). No warnings but I bet you'll find some surprises...

Truly Finds Joy In Self-Care

Ransom Drysdale, Johnny Storm, Jake Jensen, and Lloyd Hansen

I think we all know that Ransom and Lloyd are preening, pretty bois, so this should come as no surprise to anyone. Ransom is more private with his beauty regimen, but he's not above paying good money to visit a fancy spa. Lloyd has entirely too much fun showing off how callus/indifferent he is by, ya know, ordering people's death by phone while a clay mask detoxes his pores, etc. He is also heavily critical of what products he will use again (i.e. if grittiness stuck in his mustache or if an exfoliant irritated his fresh shave).

Johnny and Jake are playful about it; Jake likes the process of relaxing more than Johnny. Jake nerds out on the chemical properties of ingredients. Johnny teases you about the frou-frou-ness of it all the whole time, HOWEVER, he is also the one who enjoys a foot massage more than any other character. Falls asleep within two damn minutes. It's bizarre and sort of endearing.

Would Do It To Please You

James Mace, Curtis Everett, and Steve Rogers

Curtis can make do with a bar of soap and a hot bath; that's really the pinnacle of indulgent care to him, but he knows you love the various face masks and lotions. He is highly amused by cucumber slices on his eyes but hates cucumber water (any infusion really, just drink some juice ffs). La Croix is better used to get blood out of this clothes than to drink. He thinks it's nasty.

Like Jake, Mace will dissect what ingredients will actually be beneficial and which products are just snake oil. He takes pride in helping you choose the best things to use or spend your time on. Mace is, unfortunately, the most practical man, and he will flat out refuse to indulge you if he has something else he needs to focus on.

Steve is a bit strange about this one. He love, love, loves for you to pamper yourself, but he will participate very reluctantly. He grew up being fawned over like a delicate doll, received treatment after treatment--often to no effect,--and even resorted to some of those far-fetched, home remedies for various ailments. Yes, his mom was a nurse and a woman of science. Yes, he did follow doctors' advice whenever they offered a useful solution. But also, yes, he was so sick with so many things for so long that he tried everything.

Steve associates a lot of self-care 'treatments' with being ill...which he is not...not anymore. Please, do not get him started on essential oils. You think he lectures as Cap? Hoo boy...

Begrudgingly Is A Daughter's Palette

Jimmy Dobyne, Ari Levinson, and Bucky Barnes

For Jimmy, there's just some stuff you do for your kids simply because they're your kids, and playing with makeup or face mask, nail polish or hair clips, and even every product around the rim of the tub is one of those things.

Ari and Bucky get roped into plaiting practice since they have some length of hair to braid, but these two do not sit still well. They each find sneaky ways to let their girls enjoy spa stuff while they do not have to. Your daughter can get a little manicure while he gets a haircut or shave. That's about the extent of their 'enjoyment.'

As for why they won't participate with you specifically? Jimmy, Ari, and Bucky all consider spa/self-care to be a thing you should do with your girl friends (or your daughters, hint hint). These three place a heavy value on you keeping up those fun relationships with others. They also know that when the ladies do a spa day, the men folk are free to meet up for something else, like sports or drinking or both.

Thank you for asking!

[Main Masterlist; 'Who Would' Ask List; Ko-Fi]

[royalsweetteaa]

I absolutely love your character HCs and would like your opinion on another: CE Characters reacting to random physical affection. For example, they're reading something and you caress their cheek, run your fingers through their hair, start scratching their back, or even a quick kiss on the cheek?

I’ve been sparing this for when I’m in a certain mood and I’m so ready to write out this HC now. 😌♥️

Steve Rogers

Steve is sitting at the edge of your shared bed, getting ready to take a nap as he’s tired after days of hard work at S.H.I.E.L.D. You decide while he’s sitting there that you should get behind him and give him a back rub. He’s surprised as he looks behind, and that’s when you continue to do a back massage.

“Oh that feels really good, doll. Thank you…is there anything you would like me to do?”

He always wants to service you back, but this time you deny him other than have him stay where he is so you can show care to him. He appreciates it a lot and from then it becomes a frequent occurrence.

Ransom Drysdale

Ransom is sitting on the couch, reading through a magazine about the nominated mystery novels, among those being Harlan’s newest book. He’s so into the reading of reviews that he doesn’t notice you getting behind him, and his head goes blank when your fingers run through the root of his hair. It’s unexpected but it feels heavenly to him, - but of course Ransom being Ransom ruins it as he gets defensive.

“What are you doing that for?” He asks, and you respond how you simply want to take care of him. He laughs as if he finds the idea is amusing to him, and dodges his head away from your touch, “I’m fine, I don’t need you to do that.”

Ransom later groans in frustration when you’re not there, realizing how much of a mistake it was to deny you because he knows he won’t have you touching him like that now unless he asks for it. He hates asking for things like that, but he has to learn from his consequences after all.

Andy Barber

Andy is standing by the kitchen island, sipping on his hot coffee while reading the news on the news paper. It’s a morning routine, and that’s why he doesn’t expect anything other than a kiss as a usual morning greeting from you when you come downstairs. However, as he puts the paper aside and meets your lips, you hold his cheeks with the palm of your hands for a deep kiss.

His eyes widens a bit, not expecting something so intimate from you first thing in the morning, and he speaks when you break away, “Woah, honey. Does it happen that I have done something in particular to receive that kind of greeting? Because if I have I’ll have to do it more often.”

You chuckle, shaking your head as you respond something in the lines of you doing it because you love him.

Johnny Storm

Slight NSFW

Johnny is in the living room couch eating his ham sandwich while watching WWE, unaware you’re right behind him. With the both of you being playful comes with shenanigans, and now you are given the opportunity to do something to take him by surprise. You give his hunched shoulder a kiss, and as he leans back to see your face with a dopey smile you grab a handful of his pecs for a squeeze, making him burst out laughing from the ticking sensation.

He puts the plate of food on the table before jumping over the couch, attacking you with physical affection and being grabby with your breasts as you laugh and push him away playfully. “Baby, you started it, it’s only fair I get to do it back.” He says, not letting you get away. You eventually give in to his embrace.

He loves surprises, especially of those being from you where you touch him in the most interesting places.

Jake Jensen

Jake spends time playing video games mid afternoon on his time off, hoping to reach high levels before he inevitably has to go weeks without playing as he goes on missions again. You check on him, chuckling to yourself as you overhear his series of roasts to the team through the headphone microphone as he gets ahead of them. You decide you don’t want to disturb him, and walk over to place a quick kiss on his cheek which makes him stiffen from the sudden affection but he welcomes it.

“Aw thanks, babe…lemme give you one too.” He requests softly, and you get closer giving access to your cheek, receiving a gentle kiss from him.

He decides he hasn’t had enough and leads out to spend time with his girl, not caring that he’s loosing scores as the game carries on.

Bryce Langley

Bryce has been watching tribe documentaries for hours at his place, to the point of having to lay down on the couch with his eyes getting tired. While he naps his eyes, you come by, placing yourself on the empty space beside Bryce’s head on the couch. You sigh, turning off the documentary and Bryce furrows his eyebrows in protest, but before he can say anything, he is given a massage on his scalp, making him relax again.

“Oh fuck, that feels nice, baby. Keep going…” he requests with no shame, the feeling too good to deny.

Ending the evening with a head massage was certainly not in his plans, but Bryce can’t say he minds it at all. Your affections comes above his obsessions.

A/N: Ari will be added when I have an original idea for him. T.T

Hearts & Reblogs are very appreciated! <3

[rogerswifesblog]

Highway to hell - Jake Jensen

Series Masterlist

A/N: helloooo! Yes I finally remembered to post this. This is a collection of one shots that @jamneuromain and I thought about and Decided to share with y’all 😋😋 first one shot: Jake Jensen.

Series summary: A failed mission brought you once again back on earth, a punishment that’s more pleasurable than you'd normally expect punishments to be. Your punishment? Corrupting people’s thoughts. It’s easy, in a very simple way: sexual pleasure. Turns out no man can resist such a beauty like you.

And who were you? Oh, just the devil's child.

Pairings: Cousin Jake Jensen x Demon Reader

Warnings: incest, virgin Jake, virginity kink, dub-con?, handjob, cum play, cum eating, cum swallowing, p in v, unprotected sex, needy Jake, touch starved Jake, celibacy club leader Jake (implied younger jake, in my head he’s around 18-so legal age!), Naive Jake, slight mommy kink

After Jake's mother, your aunt, let you in, hearing your explanation about needing Jake's help with your laptop, she pointed you to his room upstairs. Knocking at his door you entered his room, already suspecting him to have his headphones on and not hearing you.

And you were right.

Jake was sitting with his back to the door, completely captivated by some game you didn’t know. He was mumbling something quietly under his breath, not a single real curse word leaving his mouth.

What a good boy he was.

Not for long.

You’d make sure of that.

Walking up to him, you put one of your hands on his shoulders, gently squeezing. “Jakey”, you smiled, the boy immediately took off his headphones and looked up at you. “Oh-hi, what are you doing here?” His question made you bite your bottom lip, while you slowly massaged his shoulder, since your hand was still lingering there. Your cousin seemed to get even more tense, instead of relaxing.

You put your laptop on his desk, opening it. “I just need your help. I know you’re good with computers, so I’ve decided to give it up in your wonderful hands”, you smirked, pulling another chair close to his, already sitting in his space-which you noticed as he blushed a deep red. He seemed focused not to look anywhere besides sometimes in your eyes-but most of the time anywhere but you. Having you so close to him made him nervous. Especially when you leaned down and he could simply look into your shirt, clearly not wearing a bra.

He felt awful for the thought that occurred to him for a moment.

He doesn’t want to sin. Not even through thoughts-which turned out to become harder with your hands massaging his shoulders, slipping for a moment over his chest. When your hands grazed his nipples he jumped lightly, immediately trying to shake off your hands. It wasn’t allowed. He wasn’t allowed to think such things. Especially not with you. He wouldn’t let the devil tempt him. “Okay, so-what’s the problem? With your computer I mean-or-well, laptop”, he cleared his throat. “Oh I’m not sure, I think there is some virus…I’ll show you”, you smiled innocently before turning on your laptop.

As soon as you opened Google many ads opened, all of them with pornographic images. It didn’t surprise you to hear the little gasp escaping Jake's lips. His cheeks were a deep red, while he hastily tried to turn off the ad, but only more started to pop up. “That’s-yeah, some bug-Some-”, he tried to get something coherent out, but no sentence came, instead he just babbled some words, trying to take care of the virus, which you may or may not have got on purpose.

A smirk crept onto your lips, while you slowly leaned closer to Jake, your hand resting on his thigh, rubbing over his tense muscle. “Wow, Jakey, you’re so smart”, you whispered into his ear, observing his hands for a moment, before letting your gaze drop to his crotch. As expected there was the outline of his cock, straining against his sweatpants.

Slowly you started running your hand a bit up, touching the tip of his dick, feeling Jake's whole body jump lightly. “Wait-you-“, he tried to push away your hand, but you didn't let him. “Come on baby cousin, I just wanna thank you, don’t worry your head about that”, you whispered, kissing his throat. A shocked expression hushed over his face, but quickly replaced by one of pleasure.

“But-that’s-that’s wrong. You’re my cousin and-and I’m not-I’m waiting for marriage-the club-I’m the leader of the-” “yeah, I know baby. Celibacy club, but it’s just some little handjob…you’ll like it, trust me. I can’t tell you haven’t been touched before. Your cock is leaking for me. Wants to be touched”, you whispered, before squeezing him a bit more. Jake's leg jumped, his knee hitting the desk. He was so sensitive, how sweet.

“We can’t…”, he mumbled, not very convincing, it even sounded more like a plea not to stop. “Jakey, it’s the same when you touch yourself. A hand doesn’t count…you’ll still be the pretty virgin you’ve always been. Nearly untouched…just got a little taste of pleasure, that’s all”, your hand slowly slid into his sweatpants, stroking over his boxershorts that were already wet from pre cum.

You started stroking him once again, watching his face scrunch up in pleasure. He was still holding your wrist, but he wasn’t pushing you away. Just holding. His grip tight on your hand.

Circling his leaking head with your thumb made him moan quietly, while he slowly started rocking his hips into your palm. “See? It’s nice, isn’t it? I just wanna take care of you, nothing else…we’re family, aren’t we? We care for each other”, you grinned into his throat, slowly kissing his sensitive skin. You felt more pre cum wetting his boxershorts, making you grin to yourself. “It’s wrong…”, he mumbled again, his hips twitching.

“It is, isn’t it? Just as wrong as watching me swim in the pool, watching me in my bikinis…Don’t seem so surprised, you’re not good at hiding your lingering gazes. You’re dirty thoughts written on your face and your tented swimming shorts. How many times have you thought about me, hm? Have you ever touched yourself thinking about me?”

Jake whined again, his hand gripping your thigh. “I-I don’t touch myself-it’s-its a sin-“, he mumbled, his face scrunched in pleasure as you slowly stroked his dick, before sliding your hand past the band of his boxershorts. Grabbing his thickness you started stroking him. “No? You’re my little untouched boy, hm? Waited for me to do it? Make you feel good? Make you cum in my hands? Maybe you’d rather have your first orgasm in my mouth? Or would you want to fuck me, hm? Come on sweetheart, don’t think of it as a sin…would a sin feel this good, hm? I don’t think so”, you grinned into his skin, biting gently into his throat.

“It’s no sin…it’s healthy…you need to cum from time to time or you might be in pain…we don’t want that, right? What would you do without me Jakeyboy. You’re lucky you have such a good cousin that will take care of your problem. Teach you what’s right for you”, he whined when your grip tightened, your thumb rubbing his leaking slit. There was already enough precum to squelch with your movements, smooth and quick.

Jake gripped your thigh a bit tighter, his eyes closed, mouth agape.

The more pleasure he was feeling and losing himself, the more you could feel your own chest feeling light. Feeling proud of succeeding with your mission. If it’d be this easy then you’d finish it before you’d start to truly enjoy it.

Wordlessly you pushed his chair back dropping to your knees between his thighs. “I need to thank my little cousin for the help, don’t you think?”, you mumbled, already mouthing on his clothed dick feeling him push into your mouth. A quiet whine escaped his lips. “But-but you’re my cousin-that’s-that's wrong”, his hand found its way in your hair. While he was denying it, he didn’t act on it further. The opposite.

Slowly you pushed down his sweatpants and boxershorts enough for his dick to spring free, slapping against his abdomen and leaving a wet spot on his shirt. A small grin crept onto your lips while you slowly took him in your hand, stroking. “Wait and see till the girls find out about it…everyone will want a taste of this gorgeous dick…too bad it’s all for me”, you kissed his tip, slowly letting your lips and tongue trail down licking to his balls and up again.

His cock twitched, the pre cum slowly leaking down his length. “Doesn’t feel wrong anymore, hm?”, you grinned before sucking at his head, letting him slowly slide a bit in your mouth. When he didn’t answer you let go of him, looking up. (And definitely enjoying his whines in protest.) “I asked you a question.”

Jake's cheeks blushed a deep red when he looked down at you. “Yeah, it’s…it feels good. Really good”, he mumbled in embarrassment, but unintentionally pushing his hips closer to your face. A smirk crept onto your lips, while you slowly leaned back away from him. An unsatisfied grimace crept into his lips having lost all body contact with you. “Don’t pout at me, use your words. What do you want?”, you started stroking over his thighs up to his hips but never truly where he wanted you to touch him.

He pouted at you again, the redness returning to his cheeks. “Just make me feel good… please”, he mumbled, making you grin at the inexperienced young man. “Mmmhh, so polite. Okay, I’ll make you feel good, baby”, you leaned down taking his tip in your mouth and slowly sucking him in, till he sunk in your throat. You hollow your cheeks, moving your head up and down, listening to Jakes moans in pleasure.

When his hips started moving on their own accord and his dock twitched in your mouth you felt him pull at your hair, away from his dick. “Stop-I think-” “Jakey, come on, i know you like it, huh? Don’t you? Just trust me” “Oh-I-yes-This-this feels good-but it’s wrong. Oh holy mother of- wait- wait stop something is wrong-I don’t know what-“ and that’s when he spilled. Hot ropes of cum hitting your face, lips and throat, while you started licking at his head again.

Jakes whole body twitches while he tries to pull away, but you don't let him, tightening your grip around his cock. “Was that your first orgasm, sweetheart? How cute. And it was all for me. It was my orgasm, baby cousin, you’re so so sweet”, you kissed his tip, licking at the leaking slit.

He whined, feeling overwhelmed and overstimulated while you still played with his cock, pumping him like you weren’t even near the end. Which was true. You still had planned a lot.

You knew you’d make him do anything you wanted. And you wanted more.

“My sweet cousin, don’t you wanna fuck me? Fuck my tight pussy-you’ve no idea how wet I am right now. All for you sweetheart”, you enjoyed how he was a whining and shaking mess in your palms.

An idea popped in your mind.

One of your hands slit between your thighs, pushing into your naked cunt squelching loudly while you moaned against his cockhead, sucking at it again. Jake looked down at you, moaning when he noticed what you were doing. His mouth agape, eyes on you like you were the most beautiful painting in the world-especially with the cum on your face.

“Open your mouth baby”, you whispered, pulling your slick fingers from your pussy and guiding them to his mouth. Jake’s cheeks immediately blushed, but he opened his mouth unsure. He closed his eyes, tasting you, a rumble escaping his throat.

When he licked away the taste from your fingers he couldn’t stop himself from pulling you onto your feet and pushing against his desk, surprising you when he pushed your legs apart to look at your wet cunt. Within seconds his head disappeared between your legs, licking and slurping at your hole. Both of you moaned, you from pleasure and him from the addicting taste.

He lifted his gaze only for a second, his glasses footed and crooked on his nose before he took them off and threw them aside. “You taste so good”, he mumbled before diving in, again.

The feeling of his tongue sinking into your cunt was incredible. He definitely lacked any kind of rhythm or knowledge, but his eagerness and enthusiasm was enough to make you approach your high. Unintentionally you started moving your hips against his face, quickly putting one of your legs onto his shoulder for better access. With that his tongue dipped in deeper, his nose bumping into your Clit with every movement.

“Oh fuck sweetheart, yes, mommy wants to cum on your face-mark you as mine. Only mine”, you pulled at his hair, pushing his face right against your pussy, not giving a Damn about his need for oxygen. He didn’t seem to mind.

His hands grabbed onto your thighs tightly while he painted into your heat, licking and slurping like a man starved. Your legs started trembling. “Fuck-yes, yes-make mama cum”, a second later your juices hit his tongue, costing his lips and chin in even more wetness. Your mouth opened in a silent moan while you rode out your orgasm.

Without saying another word you pushed him away, ignoring his whines in protest. “Now get the fuck up and fuck me Jakey”, you grinned, turning around and pulling your skirt up, before leaning forward. Your gaze falling into the cross that was hanging at the wall. An even bigger grin crept onto your mouth when you heard some shuffling around and felt Jake's hands on your waist a second later, his tip brushing along your wet folds.

When he finally pushed his tip in you closed your eyes, enjoying how he slowly filled you. Quiet panting came from Jake, while he leaned his forehead against your shoulder, finally having bottomed out. “Oh feels so good-if heaven exists, it feels like this”, he didn’t even mean to whisper it into your ear.

His trusts were a bit sloppy and unsure, but he slowly found a rhythm that worked for him, while you grabbed his hand and pushed it to your clit, showing him how to stimulate it.

And he definitely was a quick learner, already circling your bundle of nerves perfectly. “Oh Jakey, you’re such a good boy”, you moaned quietly, moving back against his hips.

He gasped against your shoulder, his thrust getting harder and quicker, seeking his pleasure when he felt your walls tighten around him, squeezing him, pulling in…Fuck, he felt like never before. This feeling was addicting.

While he still stimulated your clit, his other hand grabbed onto your waist harder, probably leaving marks behind. The idea thrilled him even more, his grip tightening. “Oh god, I’ll come again”, he gasped, kissing along your neck. A smirk crept onto your lips. “I thought you-you shouldn't be using the name of God in vain”, you said between moans, feeling how your pleasure increased.

“I don’t care”, he licked at your earlobe sucking at the skin beneath your ear next. You gasped in pleasure, your head falling back while another orgasm rushed over you. Squeezing around Jake's cock tightly he felt his own high flowing over him, making him spill in your pulsing cunt while you milked the last drop out of him.

Jake leaned more weight onto you, wrapping his arms tightly around you, both of you enjoying the lasting orgasm and warmth. It was nice, feeling his heartbeat against your back, the soft kisses and panting at your shoulders. Jake felt warm and caring. His future woman would be happy with him.

You definitely were, but for other reasons.

Slowly you pushed his arms away, letting him slide out of you. Sighing he dropped back into his chairs, taking one of your hands and pulling you closer, onto his lap. “It was awesome. Can we do it again some time?”, he mumbled, burying his face against the material of your shirt while he hugged you.

“Sure, at some point”, you gave him a gentle kiss on the head before standing up, not wanting to participate in the hug much longer. “I need to get going now, I have-” “fuck, we didn’t use protection”, Jake interrupted you, his gaze falling onto the mess leaking along your inner thigh.

Another grin crept onto your lips, noticing how he watched it rather interested than scared or shocked. You leaned back against the desk, stepping with one foot onto his chair widening your legs a bit further. “I’m on the pill, don’t worry about it…yet you should clean your mess up, Jakey-boy.” You noticed how his cheeks blushed, but he didn’t need any convincing before his head disappeared between your messy thighs.

Moaning you leaned your head back into your neck, the content grin still on your lips, one of your hands stroking Jake's hair while he ate you out, again.

“I’ll make sure hell will have a special place for you.”

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[nifolution]

Love Me Again

Pairing: Jake Jensen / Plus-size Reader

Summary: Jake was back, but the Loser’s sixth member is still M.I.A.

Warnings: fluff, angst, feels, bad attempt at humor, guns, killings, mention of memory loss, post breakup, enemies to lovers

A/N: This is a revised copy of my oc fic. It is still written in 3rd person. No stealing, no reposts, no translations, no feeding to AIs. Comments, reblogs and likes are always welcome and appreciated.

You Loved Me Once    Main Masterlist     

Clay’s unit awaited him in a motel parking lot in Adelaide. He secured their post mission rooms and returned keys in hand. "Okay, I got good news and bad news... We can all look forward to hot showers, clean sheets, and a complimentary breakfast. However, there were only three rooms available, so we will have to share.”

The responding groans of protest were expected. “Would you prefer to sleep on the ground for another night? No? So shut your pieholes.” Clay pocketed one of the keycards and set the remaining on the vehicle in front of him. “Aisha will be sharing with me. One room has a king, the other two double beds. Work it out amongst yourselves.”

Wordlessly, Jensen, Cougar and Pooch launched into a game of rock paper scissors. It had been weeks of travel, tents and living on top of one another. The victor cheered, scooping up the keycard to the private room.

“No! Come on, best two out of three.” When his friend shook his head, Jensen changed tactics, “I’ll give you that bitching crossbow I got last op if you switch with me… my watch… a hundred bucks. I’ll even throw in a foot massager, top of the line.”

“No way man. I need a night to myself. The Pooch has earned this.”

Jensen hung his head, accepting defeat. Bunking with his bestie wasn’t so bad, at least there were separate beds. Sharing one with Cougar wasn’t fun, the man was a cover hog. Jake was still grateful Clay reinstated him eight months ago. His teammates were ambivalent about him at first, but eventually everything returned to normal. Well, almost everything.

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The Loser’s current operation led them to South Australia. They’d been hired by a distraught (and wealthy) father as part of a rescue team. He hadn’t seen nor heard from his daughter, Isla, in two years. She had been kidnapped by an illegal arms dealer who forced her into marriage. All prior attempts to get her back had failed. No amount of negotiation, payment, threats or pleading could sway the nefarious man to return her.

A rendezvous with the rest of the group at their makeshift campsite, plus a thirty minute drive east put the Humvees at the perimeter of the target’s estate. “Alright, you all know the drill,” Clay barked into the comms. “We get our asses in there, extricate the woman, send her back to her daddy, and take down anyone that stands in our way.”

Meanwhile their tech genius had already hacked into the system to disable the security and jam communications. Once the cameras powered down, Pooch floored it, ramming through the gate, the other two vehicles followed close behind.

“Eww... This guy’s got raptors picking at a bunch of bones and sinew on his property, always a good sign. You’d think he'd want to be more inconspicuous.”

Pooch’s face scrunched up at the image, “Pretty sure that's just a dead animal.”

Jake shook his head, pursing his lips in mock disapproval. “There's a lot of places to bury a body in a vineyard, all I’m saying. Keep the place tidy.”

“Thanks for the tip,” Aisha deadpanned.

“What do you call that… carrion, right?”

Clay grumbled from the front, “I'm close to calling it Jensen.”

“Yes, sir. I hear ya loud and clear. Shutting up…” he paused for dramatic effect, “now!”

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“This whole goddamn thing’s going tits-up!” Clay had thought his team was prepared, ready to engage the moment they entered the property, but the intel their employer provided was crap. The location was more heavily armed than believed. His unit was at a disadvantage despite the extra help. Outmanned and outgunned, a few men were down and one lost within the first ten minutes.

“Well look at the bright side, we're outside enjoying some fresh...” Jensen’s quip went unfinished as he dove for cover. Incoming drones zoomed through the air spraying bullets. They must have been linked to an independent off sight system because the primary and secondary security had been obliterated. 

Jake focused the scope of his rifle, aiming at the nearest flying pest. “Here birdie birdie…” ‘Wait. That - that’s.’ Still in disbelief, he shouted, “Guys! Guys, that's one of Y/N’s drones!”

Pooch was skeptical, “How can you be sure?”

“Cause they’re like my step kids. Franny, Freddy, Felix, Frank and Foxy. It’s been painted, but that's Frank,” he insisted before taking off, sprinting toward the assailing device.

Clay eyes widened at the other man’s actions, “Jensen, you realize it's shooting at us! Stand down!” Seeing his order ignored, he screamed at the rest of his group, “Cover his dumb ass.”

Disregarding his boss, Cougar pulled out his cellphone and spoke in hushed tones to the person on the other end.

Aisha grit her teeth at her teammate while continuing to fire at their opponents. “That idiot lost his mind, now our sniper decides to make a phone call mid battle. Are you ordering a pizza?”

“Don't forget the breadsticks,” Pooch chimed in. Laughing at the increasing absurdity of the situation.

Jake removed his helmet and dropped his weapon. Frantically jumping and waving his arms, repeatedly calling out ‘Angel.’ A drone moved in and shot at his feet, before slightly pulling back, continuing to hover above him.

“Understood. Our apologies. Copy that.” Cougar hung up and waited.

The remaining drones collected above Jensen’s head. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end. However the moment he dreaded never came. The devices turned and began taking out the guards with quick precision. When only Clay’s men remained, they flew off. 

Sticking to the plan, the team continued to the manor. Wary of a possible ambush awaiting beyond the front door, in lieu of breaking it down, Clay instructed Jensen and Cougar to go through the nearest second floor windows, clear the immediate area and let them in.

Cougar nodded, but walked right through the unlocked door instead. To everyone’s shock but his, it was clear. Raising his chin toward the staircase, he proceeded up them.

“Okay, so we're just following him then?”

Clay shrugged, “Good enough for me.” He had the Losers head upstairs, leaving the rest of the group to keep watch at the entrance.

Cougar seemingly knew exactly where to go. Navigating the twists and turns of the large house with ease. Any lingering guards they came across were swiftly handled. Within the master bedroom’s closet, hidden behind sliding shelving they found a 16-point locking, bullet resistant, biometric fingerprint panic room door. 

Before Jensen could get his gear out to crack it, Cougar tapped the scanner, confirming it was off. He pulled the heavy door open, immediately shooting the two guards inside as if he was expecting them.

Jensen scratched his head. Not knowing what to make of it. “What is going on?... Are you a T-1000… What's my dog's name?”

Cougar just looked at him and chuckled.

“You laugh, but I'm legitimately concerned.”

Clay took point, announcing his entrance into the room, “Honey, I'm home.”

The occupants sat on a couch, Isla held a crying baby in her arms, wincing from her husband's hand on her thigh, squeezing painfully tight. The baby’s presence gave everyone pause. No one was aware there would be a child involved. There has been one surprise after another today.

“You lost, asshole. Now let them go and come quietly.” Clay slung his rifle over his shoulder and moved toward them, attempting to calmly apprehend the man.

The target pulled out a gun, shoving it into Isla’s side. “Stay where you are.”

“Don't be like that. This doesn't have to get more ugly than it already is.”

Seething, the man turned the gun on Clay, who discharged his sidearm, firing two shots into the arms dealer’s chest before he could blink. The group hurriedly moved Isla and her baby out of the building into one of their vehicles. Assuring the frightened woman that she was safe and going back to her father.  Pooch voiced his concern over their lack of carseat.

“Then drive extra carefully.” Clay smiled at the rescuees, “Let's get you both home.”

Riding in the second Humvee, Jake stared down a silent Cougar. He offered no explanation as to why Y/N's drones were on the property or who he had called, but it was pretty easy to connect the dots.

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Hours later, Isla and her daughter were safely on their way home. At Cougar’s request, and after a stop at the motel for much needed showers, the team waited at a bar in the city. Leaving one chair empty, correctly guessing who they should be expecting.

Jake was a bundle of nerves. The hand gripping his empty glass started to cramp as he watched the door. He wondered if they had Boys II Men on the jukebox to help set the mood. ‘Would that be too presumptuous? She probably moved on by now. Has a new special someone in her life. Somebody else loving her, touching her, making her laugh.’ He wouldn’t blame her. His amnesia may have been temporary, but the damage he caused wasn't.

“You stare at that door any harder and it will burst into flames.” Aisha refilled her teammates' glass, encouraging him to relax and breathe.

“She'll be here soon, won't she? She's still coming, right?”

Y/N took a deep breath before entering the tavern. Her former teammates were easy to spot. Cougar gave her his number when she quit, asking her to keep in touch. It took a few months before she found the strength to do so. Even after learning of her exs' recovery, she couldn't bring herself to return yet. She wanted her Jakey back, but was scared of his rejection. Plus she was on assignment, the timing was off. The weight of this reunion wasn’t lost on her. “Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, you losers walk into mine.”

“Well that's unfair, you walked in after us.” Grinning ear to ear, Clay pulled her into a tight hug. “Missed ya, Y/N.”

“I had a few things to handle before getting here. So you beat me, but I've been dying to say it." She squeezed Clay tight before facing the rest. "I missed you all too. Sorry about earlier, I didn’t recognize you guys in all that fancy schmancy gear.”

Jake felt unsteady the moment she walked in, his blood roared in his ears. It was really her, his Angel, more gorgeous than ever. He watched her warm greeting with Clay, swallowing a lump in his throat. She was wearing the jacket he bought her. He hoped that was a good sign.

The group stood to welcome and embrace their former member. Jake waited through the exchange of pleasantries for his turn. Longing to throw his arms around his Angel and hold her close. It had been nearly a year since he’d done so. Ten months, three days and seventeen hours since he kissed her goodbye to go on that ill fated mission.

However, he noticed Y/N’s smile falter when their eyes met. Abandoning his desired hug, he forced a smile, awkwardly waved and sat back down.

“Hey Jake.” She crossed her arms, suddenly feeling self-conscious in front of her old love.

As everyone took their seats, Jensen glanced at the entrance then back at his Angel. “So are we um… waiting for anybody else?”

“Like who?”

“No-nobody. Nobody. Just wanted to make sure there was room for everybody. Everybody together again. It’s good to be together.” Jake took a long sip of his beer. His brain screamed with the knowledge that there was no boyfriend in the picture.

Y/N filled them in on her whereabouts since her departure. She’d gotten a job as private security for some rich asshole’s wife. Mostly involved keeping her in and others out. The winery was lovely, but the running of guns and heavier artillery, and the dabbling in human trafficking ruined the ambience. Of course, she knew he was dirty when she accepted the position, so Y/N did all she could to throw wrenches into his operations without being detected. Quietly dispersed his ill gotten gains into several hidden bank accounts, the biggest for Isla. She was helping the wife and baby prepare for a safe and covert escape. Simultaneously gathering evidence against the husband and his associates.

“It was all set to go down in a few days, and you guys just broke in and killed him. All that planning and hard work for nothing.” Y/N shoved Clay’s shoulder.

“Yeah, well it was the quickest way. Can’t argue that.”

“Well, I wasn’t going to let months of work go to complete waste. So I allowed you guys to be the heroes while I tied up some loose ends. That’s why I was late. Had to reroute the latest shipments, funnel the rest of the money to charities, victims and of course, a nice sum for myself. Scrubbed the camera footage and removed any evidence of us or Isla being there. Then I alerted the authorities to handle the rest. They’ll find all they need to take down the whole thing.” She took a deep breath, trilling her lips to exhale. “But I’m still mad at you about it.”

Aisha offered compensation, “I don’t think anyone here will object if you want in on the pallet of wine we rescued."

“Bold of you to assume I didn't take my own,” Y/N laughed.

After a few rounds, the Losers felt they were sufficiently caught up on each others lives. Pooch and Cougar announced they were going to play stripes and solids, inviting Aisha and Clay as their opponents. It was obvious that was an excuse to leave the ex-lovers alone.

Jake wasn’t going to turn down the opportunity. Putting on his most charming smile, he slid over next to Y/N. “G’day mate, fancy meeting you down unda. Maybe I can show you my down unda lata. I promise I'm koala-fied.” He tittered at his themed pickup line, but she didn't react. He desperately wanted to make her laugh. If she laughed, he knew things would be okay.

Trying to shake off the nervousness, he cleared his throat and continued his attempted seduction. “I like your jacket, where’d you get it?” He couldn’t backpedal fast enough seeing the alarmed look on her face. “Joke, really bad joke. Oh my god, I'm sorry. That was… Fuck,” he grimaced.

Y/N remained stiff and unsure. Wanting to give in to his flirting, but waiting for the other shoe to drop. The defeated look on Jake’s face broke her heart, so she attempted to bridge the divide with a safe topic, “How are Stephanie and Hannah?”

“They're good, they're good, um,” he scratched the back of neck, unsure how to proceed. His sister, having seen him at plenty of his worsts, forgave him instantly. His niece took a little bribery, but they were back to their usual shenanigans. “So, uh thanks for clearing the way for us back there, you know, after you shot at me.”

Her mouth dropped open, “Excuse me, I shot near you.”

“Tomato-tomahto.”

Cougar gestured with his eyes over to Jensen and Y/N, knowing he was striking out. Pooch got the hint. He called the man over and handed him his room key. Demanding he take it before he changed his mind. Jake practically ran back to the table to ask Y/N to his room to talk in private. He was amazed she agreed.

Aisha’s lips pursed watching the pair leave. “If he doesn't blow this, we'll have to put up with them being nauseatingly cute with each other again.”

“You don't want them to make up?” Clay rested his hands on her waist.

“I do,” she huffed. “Look, I don't know if I believe in that true love, princess bride, bullshit. But they are the closest I've ever seen to it... They belong together.”

“Agreed.”

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The entire car ride to the motel passed in uncomfortable silence. Both anxious and unsure about the outcome of this night. Each stealing glances at the other. Jake noticed how hard her hand clenched around the steering wheel. Y/N caught sight of each time his hand reached for the radio before pulling away without turning it on.

Jake felt butterflies in his stomach as they pulled in the lot. Painful butterflies… Vampire butterflies. He drummed on his legs before hopping out of the vehicle. Y/N was quick to follow. They walked to the room without a word shared. Jake kept looking over his shoulder to make sure she was still with him. He swiped the keycard several times without success. The red light and negative beep mocking him. The twisting in his belly intensified. ‘Yep definitely vampire butterflies.’

Finally, the door flashed green and unlocked. He sauntered in, pretending to be calmer than he really was. Turning on the old Jensen charm, he bowed and waved his hand over the large bed. “Have a seat, m'lady. It’s not exactly the Ritz, but I hope it will be to your liking.”

“It's a nice room. We've stayed in much worse.” She spotted the bobblehead chihuahua on the nightstand, smiling coyly as she sat down. “So this is Pooch’s room?”

“Nah, it's mine. At least now it is.” He plopped down beside Y/N. “Sooo, how’ve ya been?”

“Good, until earlier today when I lost my job and residence cause some assholes charged in guns blazing.” Y/N sighed dramatically, “At least I can take solace in knowing Isla and her daughter are home safe. What about you?”

“I - I’m okay… most days. Um, so what's next for you? Seeing as how your life's been upended by a bunch of inconsiderate assholes.”

Y/N hummed, thinking of a response. “Well, I’ll have a lot of time on my hands, plus a bunch of money. So I'll probably make a few brothers and sisters for the F-team. Maybe one with a flamethrower.”

He turned to her with a lopsided grin. “That would be badass, like its maker.”

Y/N’s heart fluttered. He looked at her with such adoration, like she held all life's answers.  That, that was her Jakey.

“Looks like the possibilities are endless now that you're homeless and unemployed.” Jake’s eyes squeezed shut, cringing. Not meaning to sound so callous.

She snorted, “I'm sure I'll be fine. I always land on my feet.”

Jake breathed a sigh of relief that she found humor in the situation. “Definitely, definitely… But if you're interested, I know of a job opening. Fast paced, high stakes, danger… romance,” he whispered the last word, blushing. “It’s with a great bunch called the Losers. I could put in a good word for you. In fact, I'm sure the two of us could strong-arm the boss to agree to any demands we want.”

“I'd have to move back to the states.”

“If you need a place to stay, your key still works… I um, kept the house. After you quit, I kinda skipped town. Woke up in Ohio about a month later. At first I completely panicked cause I didn't know where you were or where I was. Then it hit me that I REALLY didn't know where you were… and it was all my fault,” his voice cracked, on the verge of crying.

Her head lowered, unable to hold back her own tears. ‘If I had only waited longer.’ “You must be so disappointed in me for not sticking it out when you weren't yourself. I tried, I swear I did, but it was too much. I should have been stronger and held on until you were you again. I’m so sorry, Jakey.”

“No, Angel no.” he wiped Y/N’s cheeks with his thumb. “There's nothing to forgive. You didn’t abandon me, I drove you away. I don't blame you at all. Hell, I deserved it. I was a total asshole.” Jake took a deep breath, “I was so angry… I was in pain, confused. I felt trapped with no room to breathe. Was sick of everybody telling me things I was supposed to already know. Telling me over and over to relax and let myself recover when I couldn't calm down to save my life. I kept fighting with my sister, was short with my niece, rude and snapped at everyone… And you got the worst of it… When I saw you, there was something there in the back of my mind, just out of reach. I didn’t know what it was, but I knew your presence made my headache worse. So I aimed my frustration at you and chased you off. I can't say how sorry I am.”

Y/N gently touched Jake’s head, running her fingers through his hair and rubbing small circles with her fingers. The urge to comfort him stronger than any apprehension she felt before.

Jake leaned into her touch, “It's all better now. I'm better… I wish this was a cartoon so you could've wacked me in the head again to reset my brain and stop all the bullshit I put everyone through.”

She pulled her hand away too soon. “I'm glad you're better… You really hurt me, Jake, but you have to know I already forgave you.”

His eyebrows shot up, “You have? That fast? Are you certain, I mean…"

“It took some time. Months to push through that pain, but I'd be the bigger jerk if I didn't take into consideration that it wasn't completely your fault. You literally had a doctor's note to prove it.” Y/N smiled at him, brushing away a few more escaped tears.

“So you don't hate me?”

“I could never hate you, Jakey. Do you hate me?”

“Impossible.”

��It's going to continue to sting for a while though.”

He nods in understanding. Jake got on his knees before her, taking her hands in his, his face more serious than she's ever seen him. “I need you to believe me when I say I have NEVER thought those horrible things about you. You didn't deserve any of the awful things I said and I swear I didn't mean them. You’re my perfect Angel and I love everything about you. Every curve, every line, each and every inch of beautiful skin because it’s yours. You are the most incredible person I ever met and I can't stand knowing that I made you feel otherwise for even a minute. Please say you believe me.”

“I do.”

Jake leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her lips. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have her back.

Y/N returned the brief kiss. This was a good start, but she was exhausted. “It’s been a long day. I don’t know about you, but I’m wiped out. Can we pretend, just for tonight, that we’re good? That everything is back to normal? We can work on us in the morning, and everyday after, but right now I just need you and unconsciousness.”

‘She wants to sleep here, in my bed, with me.’ Jake jumped up, enthusiastically agreeing. His pants down around his ankles in an instant.

Her face became heated at Jake’s sudden nudity. Y/N bit her lips, shyly telling him she was going to change in the bathroom.

Jake realized he was jumping the gun. He pulled up his batman boxers, removed his shoes and remaining clothing. He turned the toy dog around, just in case. “Sorry mini Pooch, no looky loos.”

Y/N walked out in panties and t-shirt, tugging it down in an attempt to hide more of herself as she skittered to the bed and got under the covers. Jake frowned, he needed to mend his Angel's heart, squash the insecurities he created. He scrambled up the bed, took his glasses off and sat them on the nightstand. Hesitating at the edge of the bed.

“You can come closer.”

He didn't need to be told twice, scooting over and joining her under the covers. He sat next to her, tentatively wrapping his arm around her shoulders. Intent on never leaving her side again. “Hey, tomorrow, do you want to check out this awesome mini golf course I found? Just the two of us.” The smile that adorned his face when she agreed fell. His voice lowered to a whisper, “I'm terrified of screwing this up.”

“So am I,” Y/N admitted, lacing her fingers with his.

Jake kissed the top of her head. “I don't think I ever told you.”

“Hmm?”

“The moment I knew this was it for me… Remember our first comic con together, we had that bet going on over how many people we could get to follow us doing the bunny hop around the convention center. I said five, you bet nine, and we ended up having thirty-five people in line behind us.” He chuckled at the memory. “We had Link, predator, three Spidermans, a wookiee in a bikini and just so many others. I was behind you, my hands on your hips having the time of my life. And there was a moment midjump, midlaugh, when you looked back at me, making sure I was having fun too, and I knew with absolute certainty that I was going to love you for the rest of my life. That you were the one for me and there'd never be anyone else. That hasn't changed.”

Y/N’s eyes watered, an unreadable expression on her face. Somewhere between disbelief and amusement. “I knew then too. Slowly throughout the day, then all at once in one defining moment. You were like a squirrel darting around, but you never lost me. You held my hand the whole time, squeezing it when you felt me get nervous. And when we parted for even a minute, you always found me. But the moment that sealed it was when we stopped for refreshments. I couldn't drink my water properly because of my costume and seeing my struggle, without a word, you slid behind the counter, grabbed a straw and placed it in my drink, holding it to my lips. It was something so small but so considerate. I've never had anyone be so sweet to me. I never had anyone look out for me like you did. I knew you were the one for me.”

Not trusting his voice, Jake kissed the hand he held.

“I love you, Jakey.”

His heart skipped a beat. “I love you, my Angel.” The reunited couple shared another kiss before lying down. Y/N snuggled into his chest and closed her eyes. Jake wrapped his arms around her. “Would it be wrong if I copped a feel right now?” 

She laughed, “I missed you so much.”

Jake blinked back tears. He thought he'd never hear that sound again. “I missed you more.”

A few peaceful minutes passed, her warm breath ghosting over his chest. He noticed she was trying to stay awake. Each time she began to drift, her eyes popped open to search for him. He rubbed her back to soothe her asleep. “I'm still here. I'm not going anywhere, Angel, I promise.” Jake made sure she was sleeping soundly, before he allowed himself to follow her into slumber. 

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Heading to his original room to get his belongings, Pooch was halted by a hand on his shoulder. Cougar, refusing to let Jensen and Y/N be disturbed, turned his friend around and led him to their shared room.

Pooch glanced back with a frown, “I'll guess I’ll get it in the morning.”

Cougar nodded, smiled and patted his shoulder. Tomorrow was looking like a very good day. The Loser’s would be a full team once more and his best friend would have the love of his life back. He didn’t save his best man’s speech for nothing.

The End

A/N: Thank you to everyone that has read this version or the original. I appreciate you all. I’d love to know your thoughts.

Sequel: Love Me Forever

[abbatoirablaze]

Talk Dirty To Me, Jake Jensen

Word Count:  342

“Did you kno-did you-oh fuck!” Jake groaned, his eyes fluttering shut and rolling back into his skull.  His fingers clenched, tangling up in your curls, “uh-right there, baby…”

His hips rolled and he thrust even deeper into your mouth, hitting the back of her throat, “di-did you know that lips…they-they sensory-sensory organ!”

You pulled away from your husband’s cock, releasing him with a soft pop, “Jake…baby, I love you…but you need to stop…”

A blush spread across his cheeks.  He released your hair, “I’m sorry baby…”

“Don’t be sorry, Jake,” you sighed, looking at your sweet husband.  Your hands went to his thighs and you began to massage them softly, “you’ve already got me daddy bear…and we’ve got our own little one on the way…I just-I’m really dealing with a lot of frisky emotions right now, and while I love how smart you are…you talking about random facts, like how the lips are a sensory organ, and the history of prostitution is not helping anything.”

Jake’s blush deepened, “I’m sorry.”

“Jake…I’m going to be very upfront and honest right now!”

He nodded, “okay.”

“Right now, I want to suck the soul out of you…and I want every drop of your cum running down my throat…”

His cock twitched.  He tried to swallow down his nervousness, “yeah…”

“And I want you to talk dirty to me while I’m doing it.”

He paled, “wh-what?”

“Call me your dirty little slut.  Tell me that I’m yours and only yours to use however you want!” you begged, gently squeezing his thighs.  Your chest heaved as you thought about your sweet, nerdy husband talking dirty to you, “I-I want you to say those things to me.  Can you do that?”

Jake nodded. 

You leaned up and reached for his face.  Catching it, your lips met his in a passionate kiss. 

“I love you.”

“I love you too, baby!” he smiled.  You playfully pushed him backwards, and his back hit the bed with a soft thud.

“Now lay back and enjoy me sucking that big, thick cock.”

“O-okay.”

[niffala]

Love Me Again

Pairing: Jake Jensen / Plus-size OFC (Maisie)

Summary: Jake’s back, but the Loser’s sixth member is still M.I.A.

Warnings: fluff, angst, feels, bad attempt at humor, guns, killings, mention of memory loss, post breakup, enemies to lovers

A/N: This is a sequel to You Loved Me Once. Reader insert version found here. No stealing, no reposts, no translations, no feeding to AIs. Comments, reblogs and likes are always welcome and appreciated. 

You Loved Me Once    Main Masterlist     

Clay’s unit awaited him in a motel parking lot in Adelaide. He secured their post mission rooms and returned keys in hand. "Okay, I got good news and bad news... We can all look forward to hot showers, clean sheets, and a complimentary breakfast. However, there were only three rooms available, so we will have to share.”

The responding groans of protest were expected. “Would you prefer to sleep on the ground for another night? No? So shut your pieholes.” Clay pocketed one of the keycards and set the remaining on the vehicle in front of him. “Aisha will be sharing with me. One room has a king, the other two double beds. Work it out amongst yourselves.”

Wordlessly, Jensen, Cougar and Pooch launched into a game of rock paper scissors. It had been weeks of travel, tents and living on top of one another. The victor cheered, scooping up the keycard to the private room.

“No! Come on, best two out of three.” When his friend shook his head, Jensen changed tactics, “I’ll give you that bitching crossbow I got last op if you switch with me… my watch… a hundred bucks. I’ll even throw in a foot massager, top of the line.”

“No way man. I need a night to myself. The Pooch has earned this.”

Jensen hung his head, accepting defeat. Bunking with his bestie wasn’t so bad, at least there were separate beds. Sharing one with Cougar wasn’t fun, the man was a cover hog. Jake was still grateful Clay reinstated him eight months ago. His teammates were ambivalent about him at first, but eventually everything returned to normal. Well, almost everything.

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The Loser’s current operation led them to South Australia. They’d been hired by a distraught (and wealthy) father as part of a rescue team. He hadn’t seen nor heard from his daughter, Isla, in two years. She had been kidnapped by an illegal arms dealer who forced her into marriage. All prior attempts to get her back had failed. No amount of negotiation, payment, threats or pleading could sway the nefarious man to return her.

A rendezvous with the rest of the group at their makeshift campsite, plus a thirty minute drive east put the Humvees at the perimeter of the target’s estate. “Alright, you all know the drill,” Clay barked into the comms. “We get our asses in there, extricate the woman, send her back to her daddy, and take down anyone that stands in our way.”

Meanwhile their tech genius had already hacked into the system to disable the security and jam communications. Once the cameras powered down, Pooch floored it, ramming through the gate, the other two vehicles followed close behind.

“Eww... This guy’s got raptors picking at a bunch of bones and sinew on his property, always a good sign. You’d think he'd want to be more inconspicuous.”

Pooch’s face scrunched up at the image, “Pretty sure that's just a dead animal.”

Jake shook his head, pursing his lips in mock disapproval. “There's a lot of places to bury a body in a vineyard, all I’m saying. Keep the place tidy.”

“Thanks for the tip,” Aisha deadpanned.

“What do you call that… carrion, right?”

Clay grumbled from the front, “I'm close to calling it Jensen.”

“Yes, sir. I hear ya loud and clear. Shutting up…” he paused for dramatic effect, “now!”

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“This whole goddamn thing’s going tits-up!” Clay had thought his team was prepared, ready to engage the moment they entered the property, but the intel their employer provided was crap. The location was more heavily armed than believed. His unit was at a disadvantage despite the extra help. Outmanned and outgunned, a few men were down and one lost within the first ten minutes.

“Well look at the bright side, we're outside enjoying some fresh...” Jensen’s quip went unfinished as he dove for cover. Incoming drones zoomed through the air spraying bullets. They must have been linked to an independent off sight system because the primary and secondary security had been obliterated. 

Jake focused the scope of his rifle, aiming at the nearest flying pest. “Here birdie birdie…” ‘Wait. That - that’s.’ Still in disbelief, he shouted, “Guys! Guys, that's one of Maisie’s drones!”

Pooch was skeptical, “How can you be sure?”

“Cause they’re like my step kids. Franny, Freddy, Felix, Frank and Foxy. It’s been painted, but that's Frank,” he insisted before taking off, sprinting toward the assailing device.

Clay eyes widened at the other man’s actions, “Jensen, you realize it's shooting at us! Stand down!” Seeing his order ignored, he screamed at the rest of his group, “Cover his dumb ass.”

Disregarding his boss, Cougar pulled out his cellphone and spoke in hushed tones to the person on the other end.

Aisha grit her teeth at her teammate while continuing to fire at their opponents. “That idiot lost his mind, now our sniper decides to make a phone call mid battle. Are you ordering a pizza?”

“Don't forget the breadsticks,” Pooch chimed in. Laughing at the increasing absurdity of the situation.

Jake removed his helmet and dropped his weapon. Frantically jumping and waving his arms, repeatedly calling out ‘Angel.’ A drone moved in and shot at his feet, before slightly pulling back, continuing to hover above him.

“Understood. Our apologies. Copy that.” Cougar hung up and waited.

The remaining drones collected above Jensen’s head. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end. However the moment he dreaded never came. The devices turned and began taking out the guards with quick precision. When only Clay’s men remained, they flew off. 

Sticking to the plan, the team continued to the manor. Wary of a possible ambush awaiting beyond the front door, in lieu of breaking it down, Clay instructed Jensen and Cougar to go through the nearest second floor windows, clear the immediate area and let them in.

Cougar nodded, but walked right through the unlocked door instead. To everyone’s shock but his, it was clear. Raising his chin toward the staircase, he proceeded up them.

“Okay, so we're just following him then?”

Clay shrugged, “Good enough for me.” He had the Losers head upstairs, leaving the rest of the group to keep watch at the entrance.

Cougar seemingly knew exactly where to go. Navigating the twists and turns of the large house with ease. Any lingering guards they came across were swiftly handled. Within the master bedroom’s closet, hidden behind sliding shelving they found a 16-point locking, bullet resistant, biometric fingerprint panic room door. 

Before Jensen could get his gear out to crack it, Cougar tapped the scanner, confirming it was off. He pulled the heavy door open, immediately shooting the two guards inside as if he was expecting them.

Jensen scratched his head. Not knowing what to make of it. “What is going on?... Are you a T-1000… What's my dog's name?”

Cougar just looked at him and chuckled.

“You laugh, but I'm legitimately concerned.”

Clay took point, announcing his entrance into the room, “Honey, I'm home.”

The occupants sat on a couch, Isla held a crying baby in her arms, wincing from her husband's hand on her thigh, squeezing painfully tight. The baby’s presence gave everyone pause. No one was aware there would be a child involved. There has been one surprise after another today.

“You lost, asshole. Now let them go and come quietly.” Clay slung his rifle over his shoulder and moved toward them, attempting to calmly apprehend the man.

The target pulled out a gun, shoving it into Isla’s side. “Stay where you are.”

“Don't be like that. This doesn't have to get more ugly than it already is.”

Seething, the man turned the gun on Clay, who discharged his sidearm, firing two shots into the arms dealer’s chest before he could blink. The group hurriedly moved Isla and her baby out of the building into one of their vehicles. Assuring the frightened woman that she was safe and going back to her father.  Pooch voiced his concern over their lack of carseat.

“Then drive extra carefully.” Clay smiled at the rescuees, “Let's get you both home.”

Riding in the second Humvee, Jake stared down a silent Cougar. He offered no explanation as to why Maisie's drones were on the property or who he had called, but it was pretty easy to connect the dots.

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Hours later, Isla and her daughter were safely on their way home. At Cougar’s request, and after a stop at the motel for much needed showers, the team waited at a bar in the city. Leaving one chair empty, correctly guessing who they should be expecting.

Jake was a bundle of nerves. The hand gripping his empty glass started to cramp as he watched the door. He wondered if they had Boys II Men on the jukebox to help set the mood. ‘Would that be too presumptuous? She probably moved on by now. Has a new special someone in her life. Somebody else loving her, touching her, making her laugh.’ He wouldn’t blame her. His amnesia may have been temporary, but the damage he caused wasn't.

“You stare at that door any harder and it will burst into flames.” Aisha refilled her teammates' glass, encouraging him to relax and breathe.

“She'll be here soon, won't she? She's still coming, right?”

Maisie took a deep breath before entering the tavern. Her former teammates were easy to spot. Cougar gave her his number when she quit, asking her to keep in touch. It took a few months before she found the strength to do so. Even after learning of her exs' recovery, she couldn't bring herself to return yet. She wanted her Jakey back, but was scared of his rejection. Plus she was on assignment, the timing was off. The weight of this reunion wasn’t lost on her. “Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, you losers walk into mine.”

“Well that's unfair, you walked in after us.” Grinning ear to ear, Clay pulled her into a tight hug. “Missed ya, Maise.”

“I had a few things to handle before getting here. So you beat me, but I've been dying to say it." She squeezed Clay tight before facing the rest. "I missed you all too. Sorry about earlier, I didn’t recognize you guys in all that fancy schmancy gear.”

Jake felt unsteady the moment she walked in, his blood roared in his ears. It was really her, his Angel, more gorgeous than ever. He watched her warm greeting with Clay, swallowing a lump in his throat. She was wearing the jacket he bought her. He hoped that was a good sign.

The group stood to welcome and embrace their former member. Jake waited through the exchange of pleasantries for his turn. Longing to throw his arms around his Angel and hold her close. It had been nearly a year since he’d done so. Ten months, three days and seventeen hours since he kissed her goodbye to go on that ill fated mission.

However, he noticed Maisie’s smile falter when their eyes met. Abandoning his desired hug, he forced a smile, awkwardly waved and sat back down.

“Hey Jake.” She crossed her arms, suddenly feeling self-conscious in front of her old love.

As everyone took their seats, Jensen glanced at the entrance then back at his Angel. “So are we um… waiting for anybody else?”

“Like who?”

“No-nobody. Nobody. Just wanted to make sure there was room for everybody. Everybody together again. It’s good to be together.” Jake took a long sip of his beer. His brain screamed with the knowledge that there was no boyfriend in the picture.

Maisie filled them in on her whereabouts since her departure. She’d gotten a job as private security for some rich asshole’s wife. Mostly involved keeping her in and others out. The winery was lovely, but the running of guns and heavier artillery, and the dabbling in human trafficking ruined the ambience. Of course, she knew he was dirty when she accepted the position, so Maisie did all she could to throw wrenches into his operations without being detected. Quietly dispersed his ill gotten gains into several hidden bank accounts, the biggest for Isla. She was helping the wife and baby prepare for a safe and covert escape. Simultaneously gathering evidence against the husband and his associates.

“It was all set to go down in a few days, and you guys just broke in and killed him. All that planning and hard work for nothing.” Maisie shoved Clay’s shoulder.

“Yeah, well it was the quickest way. Can’t argue that.”

“Well, I wasn’t going to let months of work go to complete waste. So I allowed you guys to be the heroes while I tied up some loose ends. That’s why I was late. Had to reroute the latest shipments, funnel the rest of the money to charities, victims and of course, a nice sum for myself. Scrubbed the camera footage and removed any evidence of us or Isla being there. Then I alerted the authorities to handle the rest. They’ll find all they need to take down the whole thing.” She took a deep breath, trilling her lips to exhale. “But I’m still mad at you about it.”

Aisha offered compensation, “I don’t think anyone here will object if you want in on the pallet of wine we rescued."

“Bold of you to assume I didn't take my own,” Maisie laughed.

After a few rounds, the Losers felt they were sufficiently caught up on each others lives. Pooch and Cougar announced they were going to play stripes and solids, inviting Aisha and Clay as their opponents. It was obvious that was an excuse to leave the ex-lovers alone.

Jake wasn’t going to turn down the opportunity. Putting on his most charming smile, he slid over next to Maisie. “G’day mate, fancy meeting you down unda. Maybe I can show you my down unda lata. I promise I'm koala-fied.” He tittered at his themed pickup line, but she didn't react. He desperately wanted to make her laugh. If she laughed, he knew things would be okay.

Trying to shake off the nervousness, he cleared his throat and continued his attempted seduction. “I like your jacket, where’d you get it?” He couldn’t backpedal fast enough seeing the alarmed look on her face. “Joke, really bad joke. Oh my god, I'm sorry. That was… Fuck,” he grimaced.

Maisie remained stiff and unsure. Wanting to give in to his flirting, but waiting for the other shoe to drop. The defeated look on Jake’s face broke her heart, so she attempted to bridge the divide with a safe topic, “How are Stephanie and Hannah?”

“They're good, they're good, um,” he scratched the back of neck, unsure how to proceed. His sister, having seen him at plenty of his worsts, forgave him instantly. His niece took a little bribery, but they were back to their usual shenanigans. “So, uh thanks for clearing the way for us back there, you know, after you shot at me.”

Her mouth dropped open, “Excuse me, I shot near you.”

“Tomato-tomahto.”

Cougar gestured with his eyes over to Jensen and Maisie, knowing he was striking out. Pooch got the hint. He called the man over and handed him his room key. Demanding he take it before he changed his mind. Jake practically ran back to the table to ask Maisie to his room to talk in private. He was amazed she agreed.

Aisha’s lips pursed watching the pair leave. “If he doesn't blow this, we'll have to put up with them being nauseatingly cute with each other again.”

“You don't want them to make up?” Clay rested his hands on her waist.

“I do,” she huffed. “Look, I don't know if I believe in that true love, princess bride, bullshit. But they are the closest I've ever seen to it... They belong together.”

“Agreed.”

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The entire car ride to the motel passed in uncomfortable silence. Both anxious and unsure about the outcome of this night. Each stealing glances at the other. Jake noticed how hard her hand clenched around the steering wheel. Maisie caught sight of each time his hand reached for the radio before pulling away without turning it on.

Jake felt butterflies in his stomach as they pulled in the lot. Painful butterflies… Vampire butterflies. He drummed on his legs before hopping out of the vehicle. Maisie was quick to follow. They walked to the room without a word shared. Jake kept looking over his shoulder to make sure she was still with him. He swiped the keycard several times without success. The red light and negative beep mocking him. The twisting in his belly intensified. ‘Yep definitely vampire butterflies.’

Finally, the door flashed green and unlocked. He sauntered in, pretending to be calmer than he really was. Turning on the old Jensen charm, he bowed and waved his hand over the large bed. “Have a seat, m'lady. It’s not exactly the Ritz, but I hope it will be to your liking.”

“It's a nice room. We've stayed in much worse.” She spotted the bobblehead chihuahua on the nightstand, smiling coyly as she sat down. “So this is Pooch’s room?”

“Nah, it's mine. At least now it is.” He plopped down beside Maisie. “Sooo, how’ve ya been?”

“Good, until earlier today when I lost my job and residence cause some assholes charged in guns blazing.” Maisie sighed dramatically, “At least I can take solace in knowing Isla and her daughter are home safe. What about you?”

“I - I’m okay… most days. Um, so what's next for you? Seeing as how your life's been upended by a bunch of inconsiderate assholes.”

Maisie hummed, thinking of a response. “Well, I’ll have a lot of time on my hands, plus a bunch of money. So I'll probably make a few brothers and sisters for the F-team. Maybe one with a flamethrower.”

He turned to her with a lopsided grin. “That would be badass, like its maker.”

Maisie’s heart fluttered. He looked at her with such adoration, like she held all life's answers.  That, that was her Jakey.

“Looks like the possibilities are endless now that you're homeless and unemployed.” Jake’s eyes squeezed shut, cringing. Not meaning to sound so callous.

She snorted, “I'm sure I'll be fine. I always land on my feet.”

Jake breathed a sigh of relief that she found humor in the situation. “Definitely, definitely… But if you're interested, I know of a job opening. Fast paced, high stakes, danger… romance,” he whispered the last word, blushing. “It’s with a great bunch called the Losers. I could put in a good word for you. In fact, I'm sure the two of us could strong-arm the boss to agree to any demands we want.”

“I'd have to move back to the states.”

“If you need a place to stay, your key still works… I um, kept the house. After you quit, I kinda skipped town. Woke up in Ohio about a month later. At first I completely panicked cause I didn't know where you were or where I was. Then it hit me that I REALLY didn't know where you were… and it was all my fault,” his voice cracked, on the verge of crying.

Her head lowered, unable to hold back her own tears. ‘If I had only waited longer.’ “You must be so disappointed in me for not sticking it out when you weren't yourself. I tried, I swear I did, but it was too much. I should have been stronger and held on until you were you again. I’m so sorry, Jakey.”

“No, Angel no.” he wiped Maisie’s cheeks with his thumb. “There's nothing to forgive. You didn’t abandon me, I drove you away. I don't blame you at all. Hell, I deserved it. I was a total asshole.” Jake took a deep breath, “I was so angry… I was in pain, confused. I felt trapped with no room to breathe. Was sick of everybody telling me things I was supposed to already know. Telling me over and over to relax and let myself recover when I couldn't calm down to save my life. I kept fighting with my sister, was short with my niece, rude and snapped at everyone… And you got the worst of it… When I saw you, there was something there in the back of my mind, just out of reach. I didn’t know what it was, but I knew your presence made my headache worse. So I aimed my frustration at you and chased you off. I can't say how sorry I am.”

Maisie gently touched Jake’s head, running her fingers through his hair and rubbing small circles with her fingers. The urge to comfort him stronger than any apprehension she felt before.

Jake leaned into her touch, “It's all better now. I'm better… I wish this was a cartoon so you could've wacked me in the head again to reset my brain and stop all the bullshit I put everyone through.”

She pulled her hand away too soon. “I'm glad you're better… You really hurt me, Jake, but you have to know I already forgave you.”

His eyebrows shot up, “You have? That fast? Are you certain, I mean…"

“It took some time. Months to push through that pain, but I'd be the bigger jerk if I didn't take into consideration that it wasn't completely your fault. You literally had a doctor's note to prove it.” Maisie smiled at him, brushing away a few more escaped tears.

“So you don't hate me?”

“I could never hate you, Jakey. Do you hate me?”

“Impossible.”

“It's going to continue to sting for a while though.”

He nods in understanding. Jake got on his knees before her, taking her hands in his, his face more serious than she's ever seen him. “I need you to believe me when I say I have NEVER thought those horrible things about you. You didn't deserve any of the awful things I said and I swear I didn't mean them. You’re my perfect Angel and I love everything about you. Every curve, every line, each and every inch of beautiful skin because it’s yours. You are the most incredible person I ever met and I can't stand knowing that I made you feel otherwise for even a minute. Please say you believe me.”

“I do.”

Jake leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her lips. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have her back.

Maisie returned the brief kiss. This was a good start, but she was exhausted. “It’s been a long day. I don’t know about you, but I’m wiped out. Can we pretend, just for tonight, that we’re good? That everything is back to normal? We can work on us in the morning, and everyday after, but right now I just need you and unconsciousness.”

‘She wants to sleep here, in my bed, with me.’ Jake jumped up, enthusiastically agreeing. His pants down around his ankles in an instant.

Her face became heated at Jake’s sudden nudity. Maisie bit her lips, shyly telling him she was going to change in the bathroom.

Jake realized he was jumping the gun. He pulled up his batman boxers, removed his shoes and remaining clothing. He turned the toy dog around, just in case. “Sorry mini Pooch, no looky loos.”

Maisie walked out in panties and t-shirt, tugging it down in an attempt to hide more of herself as she skittered to the bed and got under the covers. Jake frowned, he needed to mend his Angel's heart, squash the insecurities he created. He scrambled up the bed, took his glasses off and sat them on the nightstand. Hesitating at the edge of the bed.

“You can come closer.”

He didn't need to be told twice, scooting over and joining her under the covers. He sat next to her, tentatively wrapping his arm around her shoulders. Intent on never leaving her side again. “Hey, tomorrow, do you want to check out this awesome mini golf course I found? Just the two of us.” The smile that adorned his face when she agreed fell. His voice lowered to a whisper, “I'm terrified of screwing this up.”

“So am I,” Maisie admitted, lacing her fingers with his.

Jake kissed the top of her head. “I don't think I ever told you.”

“Hmm?”

“The moment I knew this was it for me… Remember our first comic con together, we had that bet going on over how many people we could get to follow us doing the bunny hop around the convention center. I said five, you bet nine, and we ended up having thirty-five people in line behind us.” He chuckled at the memory. “We had Link, predator, three Spidermans, a wookiee in a bikini and just so many others. I was behind you, my hands on your hips having the time of my life. And there was a moment midjump, midlaugh, when you looked back at me, making sure I was having fun too, and I knew with absolute certainty that I was going to love you for the rest of my life. That you were the one for me and there'd never be anyone else. That hasn't changed.”

Maisie’s eyes watered, an unreadable expression on her face. Somewhere between disbelief and amusement. “I knew then too. Slowly throughout the day, then all at once in one defining moment. You were like a squirrel darting around, but you never lost me. You held my hand the whole time, squeezing it when you felt me get nervous. And when we parted for even a minute, you always found me. But the moment that sealed it was when we stopped for refreshments. I couldn't drink my water properly because of my costume and seeing my struggle, without a word, you slid behind the counter, grabbed a straw and placed it in my drink, holding it to my lips. It was something so small but so considerate. I've never had anyone be so sweet to me. I never had anyone look out for me like you did. I knew you were the one for me.”

Not trusting his voice, Jake kissed the hand he held.

“I love you, Jakey.”

His heart skipped a beat. “I love you, my Angel.” The reunited couple shared another kiss before lying down. Maisie snuggled into his chest and closed her eyes. Jake wrapped his arms around her. “Would it be wrong if I copped a feel right now?” 

She laughed, “I missed you so much.”

Jake blinked back tears. He thought he'd never hear that sound again. “I missed you more.”

A few peaceful minutes passed, her warm breath ghosting over his chest. He noticed she was trying to stay awake. Each time she began to drift, her eyes popped open to search for him. He rubbed her back to soothe her asleep. “I'm still here. I'm not going anywhere, Angel, I promise.” Jake made sure she was sleeping soundly, before he allowed himself to follow her into slumber. 

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Heading to his original room to get his belongings, Pooch was halted by a hand on his shoulder. Cougar, refusing to let Jensen and Maisie be disturbed, turned his friend around and led him to their shared room.

Pooch glanced back with a frown, “I'll guess I’ll get it in the morning.”

Cougar nodded, smiled and patted his shoulder. Tomorrow was looking like a very good day. The Loser’s would be a full team once more and his best friend would have the love of his life back. He didn’t save his best man’s speech for nothing.

The End

A/N: A special thank you to everyone that has read this. I appreciate you all and I’d love to know your thoughts.

Sequel: Love Me Forever

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This chapter was truly beautiful, the tears that now accompany me in every chapter of this series even this time fell like rivers. I loved how you organized the chapter. The flashback was so interesting and I loved how the two of them still knew little about each other but Jake was already totally taken by her. The moment before and during Honey's haircut was so touching and meaningful. I loved how even though Jake wasn't prepared for such a difficult moment, like having to shave his wife's head, he managed to stay strong for her and try to console her and make her laugh. Not to mention how much I loved the meeting between Jake and Jensen, how they casually bumped into each other and exchanged names, and how they probably both immediately understood who the other was but neither of them wanted to say anything. Also about their meeting I loved how you wrote both their points of view of the moment.

“Or not? If you’re Jewish maybe? Don’t celebrate Christmas that’s cool too I just thought—“ You had to giggle at the college football star standing across from the reception desk with his elbows leaning on the ledge. Your smile was pure happiness, it wasn’t hard to make Jake's heart melt inside his chest—a chest he once thought was hollow.”

Aww seeing Jake a little nervous and wanting to talk to her and make a good impression on her at all costs was so nice. I've always imagined Jake as confident but seeing him in different roles is so interesting.

“you thought for a split second that maybe this was actually news to the college athlete who’d been following you around for the better half of nine months. Respectfully.”

Did he follow her for so many months? Jake was in love from the first moment he saw her🥹

“But with you? Jake just felt like Jake. Because that’s who he was to you. Simply and forever Jake.”

It's so beautiful that Jake immediately felt free to be himself with her.

“No–” You sighed. “No, I want to do this, it's just a lot.” You tried to explain. “It's probably one of the only things I still have control over.” Jake understood, it would be hard not to. After all, he wasn't heartless. If he could Jake would have taken this all away, he would have given anything, including his own life to take your pain away. “I just hope I don't have a weird shaped head.”

This part struck me so much, Jake's understanding, love and willingness to be able to do anything to take away Honey's immense pain made me once again think about how "useless" and without power Jake feels in this situation. Jake seems to me to be a man who prefers and manages most of the time to have control over the things that happen to him, I think that having to face a situation as a spectator without being able to intervene is very difficult for him, all made even harder by the fact that this is his wife going through a life or death situation.

“I'm sure you have a really nice scalp dear.” Jake chuckled as he massaged your shoulder tenderly. “And look, if you want my professional opinion, I think you’ll make an awesome live action Mrs. Potato Head.” 

The way he always tries to make her smile is so beautiful🥹

“Jake countered through a shit eating grin, that signature Seresin smile you loved so much. The very one all three of your children had inherited from their father.”

I loved this detail so much!

“Last chance Honeybee–” Jake cooed as he leaned in to kiss your cheek. “Are you positive?” He asked with a smile so pure it made your heart skip a beat. “I’m all in with you, just say the word and we do whatever you wanna do.” 

I liked so much the way he supports her through every step, the delicate gestures towards her and the fact that he keeps making sure that she is really ready, seeing them together like this makes me think back to the flashback of their honeymoon, where they were so happy and peaceful together, obviously now the circumstances are totally different, but the feelings between them seem to me so similar to those of their honeymoon.

“Jake stood leaning over your right shoulder, looking longingly at your lips. “Don’t do anything stupid now.” 

“Loving you is stupidity—“ Was all you said before you let your lips softly connect with your husband’s. Jake kissed you back with enough love in his heart to knock the wind right out of your lungs.”

Aww this part was so intense, even though their kiss was so fleeting you could feel all their love, the fact that despite everything that happened between them there is still trust and above all how they both need each other right now.

“With one quick motion and in the blink of an eye, Jake was running the shavers right down the middle of his head. You really had to take a second to process what he’d just done, what your husband had just done right behind you.”

“Jake!” The shrill that escaped your mouth was something unmatched to any emotion you had ever expressed before. “What are you doing?” The image of Jake shaving his head in solidarity would forever be burnt into your mind.”

“You said it yourself–hair holds memories and we can make new ones together.” Jake cooed as he shaved off those golden boy locks you loved to run your fingers through. He suited the buzz cut a little more than you did if you were being perfectly honest.”

The way you wrote this part gave me goosebumps because of how many emotions I felt, it was truly incredible. Jake's gesture of cutting his hair in solidarity and to underline even more how he wants to be by her side in every step she takes, I think it can demonstrate how Jake is keeping his promise to be with her in health and sickness. The fact that it was such an instinctive gesture moved me even more, Jake didn't need to think about it, he saw how much his wife was suffering and to show her his closeness and support he immediately acted, he would do anything to see her get better 😭🫶🏼 I also loved how Jake told her that they will be able to make new memories together. I really liked it because it seem to me that, on one hand, Jake wants to give her hope that she will heal and, on the other, he wants more than anything else a future with her.

“Would you still love me if I did?” You asked quietly, giving Jake an excuse to confess his love. Jake's lips were soon pressed softly and ever so tenderly against your once again in the blink of an eye as gentle hands still worked to soothe your stained cheeks.”

“I’ve never, and I will never, stop loving you Honey.” 

Their love is so strong and I think the two of them are discovering the strength of their feeling even better now.

There were so many things that blew me away with how beautiful they were. For example, how behind Jake's every gesture there was the desire to somehow make Honey feel a little better. The way he indulged her, waited for her time, made her laugh even joking about himself and how he kissed her continue to make me believe that if Jake could go back he would do it immediately to try to make up for his mistakes which he realized he did and would definitely give all his love to Honey. I think this even more because of the way he told Honey that they will be able to create new memories together, it means that he wants to really try again, do things differently and live with the love of his life again, and the fact that he is trying so hard this time to do things differently fills my heart with joy🥹 Their love, as I have always thought and continue to think, has not changed even during the most complicated periods between them and seeing them now so in tune makes me think that if they have the chance and the time their love will be even stronger after this situation. I'm also very curious to see what role Jensen can have. I absolutely loved the care and detailed way with which you wrote this chapter, all the emotions I felt reading it, the fact that every time you write new details and episodes regarding their past and their relationship (which in my opinion are wonderful because they make me feel even more inside the story and make me understand and empathize with the characters even more) and all the curiosities about how the story will develop that arose in me at the end of the chapter. It was really written in a beautiful way, I loved it!💗✨

Was It Over? // Jake Seresin

-> Chapter Ten: [The Potato Head Society & The Other Guy, Jarred?]

Summary: Jake helps you shave your head in hopes of keeping your power and control. Facing your own mortality makes you question your faith in a higher authority and Jensen and Jake met for the first, and what you hope, will be the last time.

Warnings: Sick!reader. Breast cancer diagnosis. Jake Seresin x F!reader. Angst, hospital & medical inaccuracies. SLOW BURN ROMANCE/ Inaccurate medical information. Relationship turmoil. Mentions of religion

Word Count: 4.2K

Author Note: It's no secret I've been having a little bit of a rough go on this hell-site as of late. But I'm still here, working on this series. Seeing your weblogs, comments and concepts truly mean the world to me. so please, don't be hesitant to share.

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“My only real advice for this kind of thing is this.” Jensen sighed as he stood on the steps of his townhouse with you. Coffee in one hand, end of life brochure in the other. Things had taken a rather drastic turn for him in the last few days. After your birthday, his health started to drastically diminish–so much so that his doctors weren’t too sure how much time there was left to combat the cancerous cells spreading through his body. “Go right through it.” Jensen smiled, never once did you ever see his positivity falter. “Like right through it, feel it all, be in it, don't avoid it because the moment you start avoiding it is when it's truly won.” 

Little Sammy held your hand as you stood next to Jensen–he was too young to understand that the man talking to you was dying, hell, you weren't even sure if you understood the significance of the pamphlet Jensen had picked up after your first CCA meeting. He’d told you it was for a friend, little did you know that friend was standing right in front of you. 

The Cancer Counseling Association held biweekly meetings at the hospital. You hadn’t planned on attending when your oncologist, Doctor Morrison, had first mentioned it. But when Jensen said he’d been going almost religiously for three years? You thought, what's the harm? 

The harm was it was depressing as fuck. 

“You go completely in the tough times, feel everything and get out the other end of it all.” You’d asked Jensen something along the lines of how he’d managed to keep fighting all this time and still be so positive about life and all its underwhelming rewards. He was for the most part, a happy guy despite it all. But even the strongest of soldiers have an achilles heel. 

Jensens just so happened to be the fact you were forbidden fruit, he wasn't about to tread on another man's toes. Especially when he was tiptoeing towards the sweet release of death's gentle hands. None of that stopped his heart from racing whenever you smiled though. 

“Many of these things you don't have a choice in.” Jensen continued as his eyes lingered down to little two year old Sammy who stood holding your hand in his. If anything you needed the encouragement to fight this battle for your children. “You know, fuck, whats that expression?” Jensen mulled it over as you chuckled, still standing on the path right outside his street facing townhouse. “Uhh–oh yeah! It's not how well you walked through the fire, but how you walked through it regardless.” 

“I think I'm just barely crawling through the flames right now–” You answered honestly. There wasn't a nice way to say he’d looked better than he did right now, with sunken eyes and skin that looked as if all the life had been drained from his soul. 

So you never mentioned it. 

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“So—“ The library wasn’t Jake Seresins favourite place to go, but there was someone who made the isles of hard covered literature easier to understand that always seemed to draw him in. Like a moth to a flame. “Did you have a good Christmas?” The silence that followed as you stared across the desk where you were processing returned textbooks had Jake's heart racing, he couldn’t read you and that fact made him all the more nervous. “Or not? If you’re Jewish maybe? Don’t celebrate Christmas that’s cool too I just thought—“ You had to giggle at the college football star standing across from the reception desk with his elbows leaning on the ledge. Your smile was pure happiness, it wasn’t hard to make Jake's heart melt inside his chest—a chest he once thought was hollow. 

“I had a wonderful Christmas, I went home to visit my mum, she always says that if the Christians can steal Christmas from the pagans then us non-religious folk can celebrate too.” You shrugged your shoulders politely as you kept checking off the returned textbooks from students who’d taken them home over the summer. 

“What do you mean when you say the Christians stole Christmas?” Jake Seresin grew up in an incredibly conservative, extremely religious household that attended church every Sunday rain hail or shine. Jake swore his mother nearly spontaneously combusted when he had to stay in hospital overnight after having his appendix removed. It was a Saturday afternoon when they’d presented to the emergency room—poor old Janeen nearly dropped dead at the mere thought of her ten year old missing church the next morning. 

“Lord have mercy upon us, for we have sinned.” Jake could still remember his mother crying vividly when he woke after surgery. Even at ten he knew his mother was somewhat of an overly sensitive soul. 

“Well technically, in order to convert the Germanic pagans who, like, celebrated the winter solstice and stuff—the Christians were like, fuck it, let’s just say that Jesus was born on this day and you can hang tinsel and stuff.” Again, you shrugged your shoulders like it was common knowledge, but as Jake stared down at you with confusion swirling in his emerald eyes, you thought for a split second that maybe this was actually news to the college athlete who’d been following you around for the better half of nine months. Respectfully. 

“You can’t just change someone’s birthday like that? Can you?” Jake, in all his years of attending Sunday services, Sunday Schools, being forced to read the bible and knowing far too much about parting seas and burning bushes, he’d never once been told that Christmas was just a day. 

“It’s kinda like how King James was rewriting the bible on one side of the castle and had witches trying to turn his pee into gold on the other.” Jake was speechless as you looked up at him from your chair, your eyes seemingly swirling with knowledge beyond your years. It made sense that you worked in the library on campus. 

“How the hell do you know all this?” Jake asked through a sheepish smile he couldn’t hide, your intelligence intimated him in the best of ways. You made him want to do better, be better, strive for more in life. It wasn’t that Jake wasn’t smart, he was. But next to you? It was an unparalleled excellence. 

“I uh—I tend to read a lot.” Jake caught the way you faded into yourself, never one to want to outshine others. “Just get lost in here sometimes, books are sometimes easier to understand than people.” Jake could sympathise with that sentiment, he knew what it was like to feel like everyone was watching, judging a book by its cover so to speak. Everyone knew him as the meathead footballer who’s weekends were spent racking up the body count. 

But with you? Jake just felt like Jake. Because that’s who he was to you. Simply and forever Jake. 

“Do you like, not believe in God or something Miss Y/l/n?” Jake asked cautiously. He didn’t want to offend you or come across as rude or anything—he was simply asking a question he thought he may need to know if he was ever going to introduce you to his mother. 

“I find it hard to believe in a world full of stories about Gods and Goddesses from a plethora of different perspectives that there can only be one, if one exists they all have to right? Harmoniously and complacent with the way the universe has fallen to shit without their divine intervention.” Jake had to take a moment to take what you had just said in. He was almost rendered speechless, but not quite. Not Jake Seresin. 

“Damn Honeybee, you’re fucking fearless aren’t you?“ Jake couldn’t help but to smirk as he tried to keep his voice down. “You’re just raw doggin’ life with no religious affiliations.” It was then your turn to laugh. 

“Guess I am. What about you? Do you believe in a God? An all mighty man, or woman, that sits in the clouds and judges your every action?” You asked with a teasing smirk as Jake bit his bottom lip, mulling over your question: 

Did he believe in God? 

“My mother would probably prefer if I said yes, but, the more I look at life without the rose coloured glasses I tend to think perhaps the big guy in the sky is all just some story.” 

***~***~***~***~***~***~**

“Did you know hair holds memories.” The sound of buzzing clippers echoed off the walls of the bathroom as you sat before the mirror. Jake stood behind you with those big emerald eyes you loved so dearly, looking at you with a sympathetic look of understanding and support. “In some cultures people don't even cut their hair because it would upset the gods.” Jake could see the tears in your eyes as you looked at him through the mirror, understandably rambling to somewhat buy yourself some more time. “Medusa's hair was alive, there's certain styles linked to different cultures and full hair cutting ceremonies in–” If Jake didn't interrupt now you would have gone on forever. You had a habit of information dropping in situations where nervousness got the better of you. Not that Jake ever minded, he just knew if he didn't get ahead of it, you wouldn't stop. That would ultimately lead to you sitting in silence when the information swirling around inside her head had all been said. Panic would begin to rise inside your chest, the air would soon get thin, the room would suddenly get a little hotter and before you could even realise you'd be in the midst of a full blown panic attack. 

The last time Jake witnessed such a thing was when Sam had colic. 

“Honey–” Jake cooed as he turned off the clippers he held in his hand, only to place them down on the countertop to rest his hands on your shoulders. “Noone is forcing you to do this, if you don’t wanna cut your hair we don't have to.” 

“No–” You sighed. “No, I want to do this, it's just a lot.” You tried to explain. “It's probably one of the only things I still have control over.” Jake understood, it would be hard not to. After all, he wasn't heartless. If he could Jake would have taken this all away, he would have given anything, including his own life to take your pain away. “I just hope I don't have a weird shaped head.” 

“I'm sure you have a really nice scalp dear.” Jake chuckled as he massaged your shoulder tenderly. “And look, if you want my professional opinion, I think you’ll make an awesome live action Mrs. Potato Head.” 

“Jacob!” You tried to hide your smile as you felt your cheek heating with a hume so pure it made your heart skip a beat. “You’re cruel!” 

“But I made you laugh.” Jake countered through a shit eating grin, that signature Seresin smile you loved so much. The very one all three of your children had inherited from their father. “That's all that matters, now–let me work my magic alright, I've got you.” 

“You’re probably a worse hairdresser than you were a husband–” It was a low ball, but Jake took it like a champ as he reached out for the clippers. The buzzing was almost immediate as he used the pad of his thumbs to complete the electrical circuit. With the tool now in full gear, Jake chuckled as he looked at you with fake shock and horror casted across his face. 

“Oh now who's being cruel huh?” Jake watched as your eyes followed his hand that held the clippers. “Technically we’re still married Honey, you still have my last name.” He mumbled under his breath but still loud enough for you to hear, seemingly trying to keep your attention on what he was saying rather than the clippers approaching your head. 

But–you moved:

“Should we cut my hair with scissors first?” 

“Y/n–” Jake sighed as he once again turned off the clippers and placed them back down on the side of the sink. 

“No no no I'm not trying to stall, I just don't want you to accidentally scalp me when my hair gets caught up in the shaver.” Jake saw your point, for the hair you did have left it was pretty thick and full of life still. He held the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes and let out a sigh. Not in frustration towards you, but in defiance of his new quest. 

“I'll go ask the nurses station for some scissors.” 

“Thankyou–” Was all you managed to say back before Jake stepped out of the bathroom attached to your hospital room. The Christmas lights still flickered in the dimly lit room, seemingly consuming the entire room in bright blues, greens, reds and yellows. Even in sickness you couldn't help but to lean into the christmas cheers. 

It hit Jake in that moment as he rounded out of your hospital room that he should get you something small to open when you wake up from surgery. The hospital has a gift shop right? Perhaps some flowers and a small gift you could keep with you during chemo. Maybe a book or a– *Thud* 

Caught up in his own train of thought as he made his way to the nurses station, Jake ran straight into someone coming out of the elevator. There were two very distinct things Jake noticed as he came back into the reality around him. Those distinct things being that the man he’d run into was carrying not only flowers, but a small gift. Huh, uncanny. 

“Sorry man, my bad.” The man apologised almost immediately after the mild impact. 

“No worries, I wasn't watching where I was going, my bad, really.” Jake responded with a polite smile his mother taught him about, the kind of smile you give to a stranger after mild inconveniences. “Jake–” Jake reached out to shake the guy's hand, in retrospect he should have kept walking. Jake really should have just let the interaction fizzle out, but he couldn't. He was too polite for his own good when it came to small interactions. 

The most paranoid fantasy Jake could think of would never have prepared him for the name that the man spoke next as he took Jake's hand in his. 

“Jensen–” 

***~***~***~***~***~***~**

“Okay, I'm ready.” Neither Jake nor Jensen knew if you had mentioned either one in conversation, so, respectfully, both men chose to play the fool. Neither one really wanted to ask. Neither Jake nor Jensen wanted to be the one to open that can of worms. 

When Jake returned with the borrowed scissors in his grasp–he acted as if he hadn’t just met the man he assumed was the very Jensen in your contacts. 

“Last chance Honeybee–” Jake cooed as he leaned in to kiss your cheek. “Are you positive?” He asked with a smile so pure it made your heart skip a beat. “I’m all in with you, just say the word and we do whatever you wanna do.” 

There was a momentary pause in the conversation. Jake's questions lingered in the air around you, it was hard not to get caught in the moment, get lost in the emerald eyes looking at you through the mirror. Jake stared you down as you shifted in your chair to look at him. He saw no hesitation in your eyes as Jake followed your gaze, searching for any sign or signal that could indicate that the next few moments were about to be a mistake. 

“Honey—“ Jake tried to heed the warning lights flashing before his very eyes as you closed the gap between the two of you. Jake stood leaning over your right shoulder, looking longingly at your lips. “Don’t do anything stupid now.” 

“Loving you is stupidity—“ Was all you said before you let your lips softly connect with your husband’s. Jake kissed you back with enough love in his heart to knock the wind right out of your lungs. The fleeting moment was broken, however, when Jake pulled away. The idea of another man kissing you on his mind, what was this guy's deal? Jackson? Jason? 

“Come on Mrs Potato Head, hand me those scissors—“ Jake chuckled, hiding his own insecurities about the man he’d unintentionally met in the hall. You took a second to keep up, but as you licked your lips to savour the taste of Jake's signature vanilla chapstick, you nodded and handed him the scissors. 

“I’m ready.” You sighed, once again looking back at your own reflection. “Let’s get this over with.” Change is an inevitable part of life, but that fact didn't make the current circumstances any easy to process. “Do you think that there's gonna be a place for me despite my inability to believe in a higher being?” Jake understood what you were saying, but he didn't have the answers. “I'm starting to wonder more about if there could ever be a life after death.” 

Clumps of hair in small sections fell to the tiled floor around you as Jake worked his hands through your hair. Cutting strands from your head like the local mower man cut grass. It felt like such a mundane task to complete, like this was an everyday run of the mill, average experience. But for you? This was a hard and confronting pill to have to swallow. 

“I’ve spent my whole life not believing in religion, so who am I supposed to pray to to keep me alive Jake?” Jake saw the tears in your eyes as he cut your hair with caution and steady hands, he heard the small but audible sobs that escaped your lips as he switched from the scissors to the clippers. The buzzing all but silenced your cries but Jake knew this was hard on you. The tears that stained your cheeks clearly reflected your sadness, anger and the inner turmoil that had been engulfing your entire existence since your diagnosis.

“You don’t pray to anyone Honey, you’re stronger than this cancer could ever be.” Again, no one ever sits you down and prepares you for this. No one gives you the heads up about the possibility of one day having to shave your wife's hair off in the name of dignity and control. But as Jake ran the shavers across your scalp, leaving nothing but a small layer of fuzz in their wake, he saw just how much sorrow and pain was swirling in your eyes. 

Jake thought to himself in that very moment: ‘I've been needing a haircut for a while now anyway.’ 

With one quick motion and in the blink of an eye, Jake was running the shavers right down the middle of his head. You really had to take a second to process what he’d just done, what your husband had just done right behind you. 

“Jake!” The shrill that escaped your mouth was something unmatched to any emotion you had ever expressed before. “What are you doing?” The image of Jake shaving his head in solidarity would forever be burnt into your mind. 

“You said it yourself–hair holds memories and we can make new ones together.” Jake cooed as he shaved off those golden boy locks you loved to run your fingers through. He suited the buzz cut a little more than you did if you were being perfectly honest. 

With teary eyes and puffy cheeks you stood on weak legs. The simple gesture of a haircut meant the world to you, Jake knew that. He didn't want you going through this alone. If shaving his head with you brought you a sense of solace? He was more than happy to. 

“Looks good–” You smiled as tears ran down your cheeks. Jake reached out to cup your face in his hands, wiping away your tears with the pads on his thumbs. “Mr. Potato head.”

“Consider us the founders of the Potato Head Society.” Jake chuckled as he leaned in to kiss your forehead. In order to cherish you the way you deserved, Jake had to be the bigger man here. He knew that a cloud of uncertainty loomed in the halls, one by the name of Jackson or fucking Jeremy for all Jake cared. But as he stood in the bathroom with you, surrounded in the locks of hair that had once been on your head, he knew damn well at the end of the day it was still his last name you chose to take. “Good thing you don't have an odd shaped head after all, it kinda suits you.” 

“Would you still love me if I did?” You asked quietly, giving Jake an excuse to confess his love. Jake's lips were soon pressed softly and ever so tenderly against your once again in the blink of an eye as gentle hands still worked to soothe your stained cheeks. 

It wasn’t a hard question to answer, nor an easy question to ask—but as Jake pulled away to rest his forehead on yours as he ran the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip, you knew it was an easy concept to understand: 

“I’ve never, and I will never, stop loving you Honey.” 

***~***~***~***~***~***~**

For as much as Jensen hated all things hospital related, over his past few years of treatment, he’d come to know these halls better than he knew the back of his own hand. 

From countless radiation treatments, to endless chemotherapy sessions. Hours upon hours of remedial therapies and acupuncture sessions to stimulate nerve endings, Jensen was a man who was just about ready to pull the plug and live out the remaining few months he had, or less, from the comfort of his back deck. 

He’d been poked and prodded, sliced and diced, far too many times to count on both his hands and for what? A few extra months tacked on top of a few years spent battling pancreatic cancer. No thankyou. Jensen had always had an optimistic outlook on life, until his life started to become the same bland halls and the same bland rooms, with the same bland doctors and nurses who all shared the same look of medical sympathy. 

Jesen, for all intents and purposes, was ready to give up his signature status of being the resistant ‘pin cushion’. The student nurses could learn how to change cannula sights on the lady, Paola, who sat in the same chair for every chemotherapy session. 

The last few days hadnt been too hot for the six foot one, brown eyed, brown haired (allegedly) man. His prognosis had been diminishing ever since he got the news his treatment was no longer as effective as it once had been. 

The day Jensen was told he only had a few short months to live before his organs would begin to fail, even with treatment, was the same day he saw you crying outside the local doctors office. The Hermitage centre as they called it. 

The last thing Jensen ever wanted was for his life to be meaningless, before he knew what he was doing? His feet were padding against the concrete as the psalm of his hands began to sweat inside his jean pockets. 

“You look like you’ve just been told you’re dying?”  As the elevator counted up the floors of which Jensen had to take from the ground floor of the Rhode Island Hospital to the oncology unit, he could vividly remember asking you that question. He recognised the look on your face because not ten minutes prior he;d been told the very same thing. 

“I'd start to get your affairs in order, Mr. Hughs “ It hadn't been just a regular check up with his local general practitioner. But it had been the almost final nail in a long awaited coffin. 

As the elevator dinged, Jensen took a few steps out into the bustling hallways of the oncology ward. Within seconds, he was met with a force so muscular it damn near knocked him back a few paces. But the cancer ridden ex fireman squared his shoulders and kept easy on his feet. 

“Sorry man, my bad.” Jensen almost immediately apologies after the mild impact. He assumed that it was him that had caused the slight collision. His special awareness was pretty shot these days. The flowers he carried were almost crushed on impact, however he managed to save the bouquet of sweet peas, peonies and pansies. 

“No worries, I wasn't watching where I was going, my bad, really.” The man responded with a polite smile Jensen could only assume his mother taught him about, the kind of smile you give to a stranger after mild inconveniences. “Jake–” like a slow motion car wreck, Jake reached out to shake Jensens hand. In retrospect he should have kept walking. Jensen really should have just let the interaction fizzle out, but he couldn't. He was too polite for his own good when it came to small interactions. 

The most paranoid fantasy Jensen could think of would never have prepared him for the look of utter betrayal that smeared itself across the blonde headed aviators face as Jensen shook your husbands hand: 

“Jensen–”

***~***~***~***~***~***~

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Kinktober Day 2

Main Kink(s): Office Sex, squirting

Pairing: IT Tech! Jake Jensen X f!PA!Reader

Tags/Warnings: SMUT, office sex, sex on a desk, p-in-v, squirting, creampie, reverse cowgirl, riding, vaginal fingering (brief), sex to relax, massage, Jake being a dork, pet names (baby), sweet ending

Word Count: 3.5k

Summary: You hate your boss and hate filing work for him when he’s out gallivanting so when your IT kit breaks and you summon IT to the devil’s den that is your boss’ office  you can’t help but take the opportunity you’ve been given with your office crush.

As always I do not give permission for my work to be reposted, translated or copied. My warnings are non-exhaustive (even though I do try to capture everything) but please read at your own risk. I am not responsible for your content consumption.

I hope you enjoy; feedback, likes and reblogs are always welcome!

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“Arsehole!”

You lean back in your office chair, fingers gliding against your scalp in a desperate bid to salvage what was left of your sanity. You were overtired, overworked and underpaid and you boss, your arsehole of a boss, had just taken an extra two hours on his lunch with one of his many flings postponing an already twice-postponed meeting with an important stakeholder.

Leaving you to deal with the fallout and the work he had not yet completed.

Again.

You rub your eyes hoping it’s a dream. When you open them again, your laptop is still showing the email from your boss. You groan and go to exit the email application. However, upon touching the track-pad, nothing happens. You wiggle your finger vigourously yet your little mouse-arrow doesn’t flit across the screen like it should.  You press random keys – does ctrl, Alt and del do anything when you click them together? Or was it F4? You don’t know nor do you care, anything to get your laptop working again so you can finish the work your boss should have done over three weeks ago.

Then the screen goes black with a click. The gentle winding down of fans filling the silence of your boss’ office. You briefly lock eyes with your stunned reflection before slamming the lid and with silent fury, stabbing with intercom on your desk for the main reception team.

“Get me IT ASAP.”

There was a knock on the door which startled you from your thoughts.

“Yes?”

The door cracked open slightly and a head popped in. Had you not felt so stressed, you may have taken the time to appreciate the sight before you. Jake Jensen was probably one of the most attractive guys in IT, very much not your average IT Joe. Frosted tips, goatee and round specs were dorky but amplified his features and personality; sharp jaw, bright eyes and a thousand-watt grin that could melt the iceiest of hearts.

“You called for IT?” He asked, opening the door a little further and grinning at you.

“Yes, oh my God.” You flap your hands and gesture worriedly to your laptop on the desk. “it ... died.”

His eyebrows raise rapidly and he nods, pursing his lips slightly. He steps into the room and shuts the door behind him before strolling towards the desk. Your already biting at your nails again, not even looking at how broad his shoulders are (shame on you).

Jake hums, taking a seat at the desk and you come up behind him.

“Died?” he quizzes, pressing the on button. You frown at him. “You sure it didn’t...” He trails and looks up at you, shrugging slightly. “Run out of battery?”

The look you give him has him raising his hands in surrender and smiling a little.

“And before you ask, yes, I turned it off and on again.” You snap, glaring down at him as a smirk tugs at his lips as he hits a few keys. You heave a sigh through your nostirls, pinching the bridge of your nose. “It froze then  gave me the black screen of death. I have a meeting later – well, my boss does but I have to run it – and there’s some important documents I need.”

Jake looks thoughtful and then taps another few keys but your laptop doesn’t respond.

“You know, I’ve seen you around the office,”  Jake says, opening his own laptop and bringing wires out of his little grab bag. “You know almost everyone’s name.”

You watch as he connects everything in awe, shrugging at his statement. “I’m here everyday. It’s hard not to know.”

You don’t realise how close you are, peering over Jake’s shoulder. You're so close he can smell your sweet perfume and it distracts him form his work; putting a USB in the wrong way and missing the  port three times.

“Do you...” He trails again, feeling his cheeks warm as he thinks better of asking if you know his name.

“Can it be fixed?” You ask anxiously, not hearing the beginning of Jake’s would-be question. You look over at him worriedly and he smiles a little nervously himself.

“Maybe,” he says, clicking on his laptop screen and bringing up screens, signs and symbols that you couldn’t comprehend. A loading bar appeared. Its green horizontal bricks flickering into view painstakingly slowly. Your eyes drift to the upper right corner of the dialogue box.

Time remaining: 1 hour

“One hour?!” you say incredulously, your face crestfallen. You were doomed.

Jake looked up at you again feeling some sympathy. Your boss was an ass and everyone knew it. You’d get the blame for a job you weren’t even meant to be doing.  

“Hey, it could take less time” He tried helpfully, giving you a reassuring nudging with his elbow and a small grin.

You rubbed your temples. “Jesus Christ.”

Jake bit back a smile. He knew he shouldn’t laugh at your misfortune – he wasn't -  you just looked very cute right now, all stressed out of your pretty little head in your tight pencil skirt and blazer. His eyes flitted to your kitten-heeled feet and he had to avert his gaze immediately. He shouldn’t be thinking about helping you relieve some stress. 

“I – I could get you a pen and paper?” He suggests and you give him a woeful look and shake your head.

“No.” You sigh and wave a hand. “Thanks, Jake. I appreciate it.”

Jake’s eyes widen slightly. He hadn’t expected you to know who he was. You rarely came by the IT desk – but when you did rush by you always threw a ‘hi’ inside, although you'd never asked him for his name. Little did he know was that the first day he’d started you had gone out of your way to find out his name and, had you not been doing a million and one tasks thanks to your boss, you had probably gone by to chat to him more. And possibly ask him out.

Work always, always, got in the way. You’d missed how he’d looked when he first entered, too distracted and stressed to focus, but now in the silence of the office and having been resigned to wait potentially an hour for your laptop to be potentially functional, you could fully appreciate him.  You let a quiet sigh of relief wash away part of your stress and smile softly down at him. Wow, his eyes were spectacularly blue. You clear your throat little, realising you’d both been stood in silence for over a minute.

Jake coughs awkwardly tapping his fingers restlessly against the wood of the desk. “No worries, Y/N. Hey, if you need some stress relief-“ He gives you another wide grin and wiggles his fingers at you. Your eyes widen, cheeks pinken, and you barely stifle a laugh.

“Excuse me?”

It was Jake’s turn for his eyes to widen and cheeks to pinken. He groans and rolls his eyes dramatically in embarassment. “I- not what I meant. I mean,” he looked at his fingers, then back to you sheepishly. What had he meant?

“No, go on. I’m listening.” You tease, smiling slightly.

“I could ...” Jake fumbles, starting to grin again. “Massage your shoulders, maybe? If you’d like?” he wiggles his fingers again, moving his eyebrows at the same time.

This time you welcome the soft chuckle that bubbles up your throat. He really was as much of a dork as he looked but he was a dork that was easing your stress little by little.

“If you’re offering.” You shrug. You mean it to be teasing, but when Jake jumps to his feet you almost stumble into the desk with a start. A nervous smile creeps over your face as he stands behind you and tentatively rests his large hands on your shoulders.

“Just relax,” his voice is quiet and warm, breath only just tickling your ear and you have to suppress a shiver. You’re about to tell him you were kidding, he doesn’t have to do this, but you stop yourself. You’re wound up and your office crush is offering not only his IT services but a quick massage to relieve tension in your shoulders. Besides, he may not even be that good, right?

Right?

Wrong.

“Oh fuck,” You moan almost pornographically as Jake’s thumb firmly unwinds a tight knot in your shoulder. His grip on your shoulders tightens and you flush red with embarrassment.

“God I’m so sorry,” you ramble. “That felt good – I didn’t realise I was so tense.”

Jake clears his throat from behind you, continuing to rub at your shoulders and back muscles, causing softer moans of satisfaction and relief to fall from your lips.  He’s too close to you, he knows that, almost pressed against you and trying to commit your sounds to memory. You sounded as good as you looked and Jake was trying to keep himself focused to segue into asking you out for drinks, or dinner or both. However, Jake being Jake, and having a beautiful woman softly moaning and whimpering under his touch sending waves of lust down south; the next words out of his mouth made him want to curl up and die.

“You’re so tight,” he comments almost nonchalantly, focused on your muscles when he feels you tense again. You let out a shaky breath and Jake immediately removes his hands from you, holding them in the air.

“Oh God,” he mutters. “I’m sorry. I-I can leave.”

You look over your shoulder at him, eyes blown wide with lust and smirk. Fuck it. You hate your boss, you’ll probably quit after today. A little payback in the form of ruining his office furniture may be what you need.

“Don’t leave,” you say quietly, turning a little more. “it’s okay. You’re not wrong.”

Jake looks at you confused, trying to slot the puzzle pieces together.

“I am tight,” you purr at him, raising an eyebrow and hoping he gets the hint. From the way his eyebrows shoot up and how he mouths in disbelief, unsure of what to say, it’s clear he’s managed to get it. “And if the offer is there, I’d love for you to help me... ease that tension.”

Jake takes a deep breath, eyes never leaving your face. You think for a moment you've just misread the room colossally. But then... he nods.  He takes a step closer to you, fingers ghosting the waist band to your pencil skirt. He swallows thickly, opening his mouth to speak but you beat him to it.

“Don’t talk. Just do.” You murmur, leaning close to him and brushing your lips with his. “I want to feel your hands on me again.”

You don't need to tell him twice. Jake’s hands grip your hips and pull you flush against him so quickly all breath leaves your lungs. You can feel how hard he is against your thigh and that only spurs your own excitement as you kiss him hungrily. Jake wastes no time in gripping your ass hard over your pencil skirt and you moan into his mouth in response, desperately trying to remove your blazer that's stuck on your shoulders.

"You always look so good in these," Jake pants, trailing sloppy, needy kisses down your neck. He hitched up your skirt and tugged your panties down hurriedly, before setting you on the edge of your boss' desk. You throw your blazer to the floor, finally free, and wrap your arms around his neck to hold him close.

"Should see me out of them," You tease breathlessly, his large hands kneading at your ass cheeks.

"Plan to." Jake murmurs, kissing the top of your breasts through your blouse. The rosy scent of your perfume clings to your skin and Jake inhales it greedily. You smell divine, as always. He'd always catch a waft anytime you passed by and being here, inhaling it as much as he wanted, was better than he had ever imagined it to be.

He took a moment to admire you sat there with your legs spread open for him, leaning back into your palms with a heated look. He palmed his cock through his slacks. You looked hotter than he imagined too.

"Jake," You huff, reaching between your legs and gathering hot slick from your cunt and spreading it over your clit with a choked moan. "Today, please."

Jake snaps from his trance, his hands fiddling with his belt buckle and the buttons of his slacks, eyes occasionally flicking back to your glistening folds, watching you finger yourself so confidently before him. Too impatient to remove his clothes completely, he pushes his slacks and boxers down just enough to free his throbbing cock, trying not to look too proud when you groan at the sight of it.

Closing the distance between you, he guides his cock over your folds, gathering the heated slick that had accumulated and mixing it with his pre cum. When the tip of his cock brushes your clit you gasp out, your free hand gripping his shoulder to steady yourself as you threw your legs over his hips. Jake curses when he feels your legs tug him closer to you, forcing his cock against you.

"Holy shit," he breathes, smiling at you. "Impatient are we?"

You smile up at him. Your eyes are wide and shimmering with lust. Jake thinks his knees might give out at the sight.

"I think I deserve a treat." You say in a low voice, the hand previously toying with your clit reaching between you to take his silky, hard length and align him with your desperate pussy. With a squeeze of your legs on his back, Jake's body inches forward slightly, the tip of his cock sinking into your heated entrance. Jake stutters a moan and his hands grip at your hips again, harder this time. Your hand releases his cock to grip at his neck instead, readying yourself for the fucking you're about to receive.

Jake’s eyes meet yours as he sinks his cock further into your slick hole, cursing as your walls flutter around him. And that face you're making. God, your face. You look utterly blissed out when his cock reaches its hilt. Jake has to bite down on his lips before a loud moan rips from his throat.

"Fuck, you feel-"

"Tight?" You offer with a teasing grin. Jake licks his lips and fights back a smile, only making him look sexier.

"Amazing." He counters, slowly moving out of you and giving a testing thrust of his hips. Now it was your turn to bite your lips. Your head falls back and you grip Jake’s shoulders even harder. He thrusts again, harder this time, and when you whimper his name and curse, he continues to fuck you with a vice like grip on your hips.

Jake trails kisses to your exposed neck and you mewl needily, a hand of yours knotting into his blond hair as you tug him to your lips. The kisses are sloppy and messy, interspersed with breathy moans and compliments from both of you. One of Jake's hands releases it's grasp on your hips and moves between you, fingers gracefully dancing over your clit.

"Fuck!" You cry out at the sensation, breaking a kiss. Your pussy clenches around Jake’s cock making his eyes roll. Jake’s fingers circle your clit faster, his mouth on yours again swallowing your moans. You can feel pressure building in your core, pleasure racing it's way up your spine leaving you light headed.

"Jake - Jake - Jay-" You're trying to warn him about the floodgates that are about to give way but you don't get a chance. Your chants of his name are cut of by a loud moan as you squirt over his cock. Your eyes roll back and if it weren't for your hold on his neck, you would have fallen back onto the desk. You definitely needed this kind of stress relief.

Your head lolls like your neck is boneless and your glassy eyes meet Jake's again behind his small glasses. He's open-mouthed and flushed, fighting to hold back from cumming as your pussy twitches gently around him after soaking his thighs.

"Shit," He hisses, moving his hips again slowly. "Did you - are you-?" A look of concern brushes his features, checking if you were okay and if you wanted to continue. You almost cum again from how sweet it is.

"Yes." You respond breathily, readjusting your grip on his neck and shoulders. "Now it's your turn. Take a seat."

You nod at your boss' chair behind you and Jake follows your gaze. Flashing you an excited smile he slips from you and, smartly, shoves his slacks and boxers to his feet before taking a seat on the comfortable leather office chair.

You slink from the desk elegantly, leaving your skirt hitched around your hips to give Jake a show of your fine ass. His eyes almost never leave your figure except for when you slide back onto his cock and they roll so far back into his head he sees his brain. Thankfully, chairs in your office are built to lean back so when Jake's back moulds to the chair he gets a much, much better angle of your pussy.

Your thighs ache from your position, legs trapped between Jake's as you fuck yourself on his cock, but you don't care. The soft moans he's trying to control, the way his hands guide your body up and down his cock only fuel your want to milk him for all he's worth. After a particularly choked moan you feel his big cock twitch inside of you.

"You gonna cum for me, baby?" You ask, voice both soft and desperate. He feels amazing and he's made you feel so relaxed and happy, you're itching to give him the same feeling.

"Yeah I- oh fuck," Jake groans as your ass smacks against his thighs again, the wet sound of skin on skin making it hard to focus on speaking. "'M gonna cum."

"Cum for me, Jake. I wanna feel you cum too." You plead desperately, your bouncing on his cock becoming more and more frenzied and sloppy. Jake felt your pussy tighten around his cock again as you pumped him, drinking him in greedily. He couldn't quite warn you that he was going to cum - just like you hadn't been able to either. He'd began to curse - attempted to say your name - but ultimately feeling you cum around his cock again pushed him over the edge with a sharp intake of breath and a soundless moan.

The room is filled with your panting as you both come down from your highs, your legs still stuck between Jake’s. You twist your head to smile over your shoulder at him, admiring the blissful look and light sheen of sweat on his face.

“You good?” You ask, trying not to giggle. Jake lazily looks up at you, blue eyes glossy behind his glasses that had somehow managed to remain in tact and gives you a lopsided grin.

“More than good.” He affirms, arms slowly encircling your waist and pulling you to lean back into his chest. You oblige, feeling your heart flutter as his chin finds perch on your shoulder.

“Good.” You say quietly, your eyes meeting his. Your hands are delicately placed onto his forearm, holding him in place. A comfortable silence falls for a moment before the laptop dings signalling that whatever work Jake had begun, was now completed. You both look at the laptop a little disheartened.

Jake clears his throat and you startle, mumbling apologies as you clamber off of him, trying to keep your dissatisfaction to losing the feeling of his cock inside you to yourself. You don’t look at him as you pick your panties off the floor, a wash of shame and maybe a bit of guilt rolling over you. You should have made more of an effort to speak to him, ask him for those drinks, before jumping his very sexy bones in your boss' office.

Jake was hitching up his slacks, which thankfully managed to avoid your soaking them. His boxers were wrecked though and he'd be thinking about you all day. Again. He looks over to you, biting his lip thoughtfully before sighing.

“Hey listen,” he began, tapping at the keys of his laptop. You turned and watched him magically power your laptop back to life. “After your meeting would you... like to go to dinner? Or drinks? Or-“

“I'd love to.” You answer immediately, being ripped from your thoughts. You give Jake a bashful yet excitable smile as you turn towards him.

“Yeah?” Jake looks at you now and matches your expression when you nod. “I know a great Thai place.”

“I look forward to it.” You lean forward and peck his cheek. “And thank you, for fixing this. And for... relieving me.”

Jake’s cheeks redden again. “I should be thanking you but unfortunately, duty calls.” He sighs checking his phone and seeing a few more IT Helpdesk calls. He gives you a look that would give the most adorable of puppies a run for their money as he packs away his things. “I’ll see you later?”

You don’t answer straight away. You reach around and tuck your panties into the back pocket of his jeans, pecking his cheek again. “Later.”

A/N: Thank you for reading! Can you tell I just needed something sweet after the last one?

[the-queen-of-hell-666]

2022 Kinktober Masterlist

Here is my Kinktober masterlist and what I have planned for you all, my wonderful amazing readers! I hope you like the thigh clenching, panty soaking, jean tightening thrill of smut! I hope you enjoy!

Banners by: @vase-of-lilies​

Key: Fluff; 🌙 // Angst;  👿 // Smut; 🔥 // Dark; 🕸️

Day 1: Massage: TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Masseuse!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 2: Biting/Marking: Eddie Munson x Slight!Possessive!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 3: Public Sex: Dark!Lee Bodecker x Dark!Fem!Reader 🔥👿🕸️

Day 4: Degrading: Mr. Freezy(Robert Pronge) x Bratty!Fem!Reader 🔥

Day 5: Knife Play: Ghostface!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader 🔥🕸️👿

Day 6: Omegaverse: Alpha!Wolf Hybrid!Ransom Drysdale x Omega!Human!Fem!Reader 🔥🌙

Day 7: Panty Kink: Perv!Eddie Munson x Bestfriend!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 8: Skirts: 40s!Bucky Barnes x Showgirl!Fem!Reader 🔥🌙

Day 9: Size Kink: Beefy!Ari Levison x Petite!Fem!Reader 🔥🌙

Day 10: Blood Kink: Dark!Steve Kemp x Innocent!Fem!Reader 🔥🕸️

Day 11: Monster Fucking: Loki Laufeyson x Witch!Fem!Reader 🔥🌙

Day 12: Anal: Dark!Mr. Freezy(Robert Pronge) x Fem!Reader 🔥🕸️👿

Day 13: Choking: Sub!Thor Odinson x Dom!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 14: Phone Sex: Nomad!Steve Rogers x Needy!Fem!Reader 🔥

Day 15: Body Shots: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 16: Fucking Machine: Sub!Ransom Drysdale x Soft!Dom!Fem!Reader 🔥👿🌙

Day 17: Threesome: Steddie x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 18: Cuckolding: Lloyd Hansen x Married!Fem!Reader 🔥👿

Day 19: Bondage: Soft!Dom!Wanda Maximoff x Sub!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 20: Scent Kink: Rockstar!Perv!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 21: Mommy Kink: Dom!Natasha Romanov x Sub!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 22: Dacryphilia: Rockstar!Soft!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 23: Morning Sex: Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 24: Housewife Kink: Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Dark!Wife!Fem!Reader  🔥👿🕸️

Day 25: Praise Kink: Jake Jensen x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 26: Knotting: Alpha!Andy Barber x Omega!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 27: Breeding Kink: Slight!Feral!Ari Levison x Wife!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 28: Thigh Fucking: Eddie Munson x Plus-Sized!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 29: Body Worship: Soft!Wanda Maximoff x Insecure!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥👿

Day 30: Daddy Kink: Bucky Barnes x Jealous!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥👿

Day 31: Age Difference: Uni-Student!Bucky Barnes x Professor!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

[royalsweetteaa]

Hey..so I just had another HC idea..coz why not..m obsessed with your HC AU

So maybe a situation where reader had to use their safeword for the very first time in the relationship(all of them are in an established relationship with their respective CE characters already)..

Thanks😘😘

Finally back at it again with doing a CE characters HC. ~ Safewords is such a good concept to prevent anyone from feeling discomfort, and it calls for lots of fluff and aftercare after one has had to use it. -

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

Steve Rogers

I imagine you would use the safe word with him for when Steve’s trying to penetrate you but you haven’t had sex for a while, so it becomes hard getting used to his size again and you end up using it when it really hurts. The last thing he wants is to hurt you, and he dreads the moment the safe word utters out of your mouth. He will carefully pull out what he managed to put in and massage your thighs as you close your legs together.

He will apologize and whisper praises while he tucks you in a blanket and kisses your forehead. “Doll, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you…” “I’m so proud of you for using the safe word. Next time we’ll be more careful and do some more prepping, okay?” He wants you to feel strong in times of when you’re vulnerable, and he will whisper the sweetest things till you’re relaxed again.

Ransom Drysdale

Ransom would be in a bit of a shock, almost doing a double take when he realizes you said that word. He will immediately remove himself from you, not sure of what to do while you’re recovering from the pain he didn’t realize he had inflicted on you. He had a habit of fucking rougher when he was in the mood for it, and while he was in his sex daze, he hadn’t discovered your discomfort. When he pulls out, he hears your pained whine, and guilt settles in right away.

“I didn’t mean to, darling…I didn’t mean to -!” He doesn’t know what to say, nor does he know if he should comfort you or give you space. He ends up handing you a blanket to curl up in, and leaving the room out of shame, not being able to see what he has done to you anymore as he hears your whimpers. He occupies himself in his office, walking in circles out of stress. Eventually he returns and apologizes, carefully joining you under the blanket and holding you to show he’s here for you now.

Jake Jensen

Jake’s blood would run cold the moment you use the safe word, and he will stay completely still, waiting for you to tell him what to do. He was aware he had pounded into you a little faster than usual, but he didn’t think it would have hurt you to the point of saying the safe word. Once he slips out of you after you told him to do so, he will apologize profusely, pleading for forgiveness as he would rather jump off a cliff than purposefully inflict pain on you. He will hug you tight and cradle you until you eventually stop whimpering.

“Are you feeling better, peach? Do you need anything? Like anything at all?” He will ask once in a while, prepared to run to the store if there was anything you wanted. You will only ask to stay in his embrace, which makes him feel good to know you still feel safe around him despite what happened.

Andy Barber

Andy being into the kinkier stuff could certainly put you into an uncomfortable scenario once. Maybe you do bondage or choking, and you suddenly feel the need to take everything to a full stop by using the safe word. Andy will immediately stop and take control of the situation. “Oh honey, are you okay? I got a little ahead of myself didn’t I? I apologize, sweetie…come here.” He’ll coax you, pulling you into his embrace. He will comfort you, stroking your body non-sexually to make you feel safe again.

You talk about what happened after as Andy wants to know what he could have done different to prevent you from feeling uncomfortable. He will soothe you all the while, having you rest on his chest as he strokes your back. Next time you go rough and kinky, it’ll be in accordance to what you want. He will only take control again when you tell him to.

Johnny Storm

You’ll almost whisper the safe word as Johnny keeps on drilling his cock inside of you, not giving his seventh round any rest due to his high sex drive. “W-What did you just say?” He’ll almost stutter the question as he’s still high on the feeling of being inside of you. It’s when he takes a better look at you that he realizes you’re crying, and his eyes widens as he pulls out, not so gently.

“Shit…baby, are you okay? Talk to me…” he pleads while you go in a fetal position. You tell him it started to hurt and that you couldn’t take it anymore. He feels even more distraught, and decides the least he can do to make you feel better is draw a warm bath to soothe you. He becomes a little distant as he always does when he feels guilty, but after he apologizes, you’re both curled up in bed, cuddling.

Ari Levinson

Maybe Ari just came home from a mission and felt needy for some rough fucking, and after a make out session, he’s already undressed and inside of you, almost using your body as a fleshlight. What didn’t hit him before you stuttered the safe word was that you were very sensitive. It was all too much for you. He gently stops, slowing his thrusts to a complete end and then pulls out with a few strokes to your sensitive pussy. He takes you to bed where you can relax, putting you at ease with his reassurances, “It’s all over now, pumpkin, take it easy for me, sugar…” he will order softly to not send you in a panic and apologize for doing too much.

Ari won’t be going rough for a while after that as he also has to recover from it as well. He analyzes the moments before you said the safe word, pointing out what he should avoid doing next time to not push you off edge.

Thank you for the suggestion @elle14-blog1 ! ♥️

Hearts & Reblogs are very appreciated! <3

[missussimonriley]

I Get Off - Jake Jensen

Kinktober 2022 - Week 1 - Voyeurism

Pairing: Jake Jensen x Female Reader

Warnings: voyeurism, masturbation (M and F), dirty talk, squirting, a bit dark in one part if you squint.. let me know if I need to tag anything else. It’s pretty tame.

A/n: inspiration from The song I Get Off by Halestorm

divider by @firefly-graphics

Jake’s POV

It was a normal afternoon just like every other one since you moved in next door. You get home exactly at 6 pm. First, you take your shoes off. Then, you grab a glass of wine and head upstairs to your room. Sip your wine while you undress in front of your open window. I know all of this because our houses are carbon copies and our windows line up and you never close your curtains. I first noticed while in my bedroom a few days after you moved in. My gaze lingered a bit too long but I couldn't help it. You look incredible. I planned on looking away until you started playing with yourself. I've never been so hard in my life. I know it's wrong but now it's sort of our routine every night. Except you have no idea you're participating just like tonight. After you shower is when the real show begins. I get in position by my window. My blinds tilted just right. You climb on your bed with your pussy facing right towards me. I pull my semi hard cock out of my boxers and start stroking. wishing it was your hands or better yet your mouth around it. You alway start slow by running your hands over your breast and playing with your nipples till they get hard.

You move down to your thighs and massage them.I too have my other hand rubbing my thighs and I start massaging my balls. You started lightly rubbing our your pussy lips building up anticipation. I can see you start to moan. On how I wish I could hear your delightful sounds. You're taking extra time before you start to rub your clit. Must have been a hard day at work. I use my thumb to massage the precum leaking out it to the swollen head imagining I'm rubbing it up and down your slit. A small moan escapes my lips. I bet you are soaking wet. You're finally diving in and have your index and middle finger moving in circles around your swollen nub while your other hand plays with the swollen nubs on your chest. You rub your fingers up and down, your slit. That's right baby girl get it all nice and wet. You stop for a minute and grab a toy from your bedside table. It must have been a really bad day at work, you wrap your lips around the toy and suck on it.

A deep growl leaves me. Fuck I wish that was me with your warm and wet mouth around my fat cock sucking hard. Make your eyes water with how big it is and how it’s choking you. Your throat clenching around it as I gag you when I fuck your face. Once you've got the toy nice and wet you run it over your puckered nipples. If I didn't know better I'd say you were trying to kill me tonight. Finally, you make your way down to your puffy lips prodding the toy at your entrance. I let a string of spit drip down to my cock to add extra lubrication. You begin working your toy in and out of your dripping cunt. I start fisting my cock in time with your thrust. You throw your head back and let out another moan I long to hear. I'm gonna have to break in and mic your room so I can hear the wanton mewls. You speed up your pace and I match it. God I wish I was balls deep inside that dripping hole. I bet it would squeeze the life out of me. You start fucking yourself harder. It seems you like it rough. Such a good girl. You need to be fucked in to your mattress. I can feel a knot tightening in my guts and I can tell you are getting close too. Your legs are shaking and your breathing is heavier.

I want to cum so deep inside whatever birth control you are on doesn't stand a chance. Your movements become sloppy as do mine as my orgasm approaches. Your back is arching off your bed and I can see you squirming as your come gushes out of you. Imagining you squirting all over my cock sends me over the edge. Thick ropes of cum shoot out over the towel I have placed on the floor. We both stop and catch our breaths before getting up to clean our messes. I get ready to head into the shower another night of you unknowingly getting me off that is until you walk over to shut your curtains and blow me a kiss.

[littlelioncub43]

Today is a wholesome day, so I bring you this thought:

It's an evening after a day of work. You put on a movie to take your mind off of the multitude of tasks and anxieties of the day, but there's also another distraction - your cute techie laying his head in your lap. His eyes closed, relaxed smile on his face, which only grows wider when you start mindlessly brushing his soft hair with your fingers. Then you gently put your other hand on his chest, and with a small sigh he interlocks your fingers with his.

It's nice, it's peaceful, it's relaxing

It's what we deserve at the end of the day

- P!R

Aaaah yes. Ze wholesome feelings.

This is giving me Jake Jensen vibes.

The week you had could be described as "busy," and that was putting it lightly. Work and school piled up and before you knew it, you were nearly drowning in deadlines and commitments. All you wanted to do was put on a movie and forget everything for a while.

You settle into the couch in your pajamas with your favorite movie queued up on the screen, a cozy blanket wrapped around your legs. The sun had long since set, leaving the room dark and quiet, it was perfect.

The movie begins and you allow yourself to be carried off into it's fictional land with ease. The sound of the shower cutting off doesn't phase you in the slightest, but the sound of Jake moseying down the hall in his own pajamas catches your attention. Without a word, he crawls on to the couch and under the blanket, his head in your lap. You could tell he was just as mentally exhausted as you were.

"Hi," he smiles as he settles in.

"Hi," you smile back, your hand naturally going to play with the lightly damp hair. The action soothing you both. Soon, his eyes fall shut, letting your fingers massage his scalp in idle movements. The feeling of your free hand coming to rest on his chest makes Jake smile a little wider, his large hand coming to meet yours. Your fingers interlock just like they were meant to, and you smile.