#endeavour x jakes

[sircolinmorgan]

"Trust me, it's the same clock."

ENDEAVOUR | ARCADIA.

[sarkylittlemonster]

Ah yes, my favourite genre. Fruity geniuses.

[caffeinatedwoman]

Obssession of the week

Peter Jakes, Endeavour (2012-2023)

Alfred Graves, X Company (2015-2018)

Konrad, Secret Sharer (2014) & Orlando, As you like it

Jack Laskey

[mozzzz05]

When Fred discovers Morse’s secret at one of Bixby’s risqué parties, they fumble around how it could affect their relationship. Of course, it only makes Fred more fatherly. But what does this mean when Jakes and Morse start making eyes at each other?

Finally started getting the fic I started writing over a year ago out - most of it’s written but it needs a massive amount of editing & apparently the only thing that will motivate me to do that is to send it out into the world :)

[backyardflames]

Siri, show me 'art'

[windsweptinred]

Coming away from episode one of season nine with a distinct urge to re-read all 234 of the Morse x Jakes fics on A03. With heavy emphasis on the fix its. 😶

[aqueeracademic]

morse being queer (and other commentary) pt 10:

season 3, episode 2, “Arcadia”:

- this is the ULTIMATE morse x jakes episode so listen up!

- i am so dehydrated so this is your reminder to drink water asap

- the men not helping a woman DYING IN THE STREET because they’re too busy being RACIST is so fucked

- like wtf r u doing

- too much i’ll tell u that

- doing too goddam much

- joan is such a daddy’s girl i love her

- i really wish monica and morse worked out

- they’re both familiar with death and familiar with a commitment to a taxing job like they get each other

- in fairness i also wished he’d have worked out with jakes but we all know what happens this episode!

- “you’re very rude.” “no, i’m very busy.”

- werk morse ‼️

- the milk man was not nearly phased enough by that explosion

- TREWLOVE MY BELOVED

- jakes and morse’s hands touched when jakes gave him his beer 🥰🥰🥰

- [thursday] “morse has some reservations about this death by fire.” [jakes] “what’s new?” [morse] “…” [jakes] “no. go on! who was he?”

- husbands. literally husbands

- thursday making fun of jakes for not saying anything inappropriate to Trewlove and jakes laughing while looking at morse while morse blushes

- i’ll be sick!

- morse is so pretty!!!! pretty boy!

- house beautiful is a fuckin cult

- as an avid follower of Abbie Hoffman, i wanted to get defensive about thursday’s stance on free love but he’s right 🙄🙄 besides gideon is an abuser so whatever

- END ILLEGAL REGIME!!

- i don’t like morse being characterized as someone who doesn’t support protest even tho he’s a cop and therefore would definitely be anti protest 🫤

- jakes helping morse move in 🥰🥰

- i’m sick.

- morse thanking him and asking him out for a drink and being upset when he says no 😀 i’m so normal about them 😀

- joan is so cute i’m obsessed w her

- “do the honors”

- i love jakes because he knows he’s leaving so he’s just being overtly nice to morse to be as close to him as possible for his final days

- once again, i’m SICK over them

- jakes approaches morse really slowly because he’s nervous to tell him

- “i’ve been meaning to say…”

- which translates to: “i’ve been wanting to tell you i’m leaving, but i didn’t know how to tell you. you, specifically.”

- “you’re resigning? you kept that quiet.”

- morse is slightly offended that jakes wouldn’t tell him right away. they’re friends, aren’t they? but maybe they’re not. maybe he’s wrong

- “she’s a great girl.” “i’m sure she is.”

- trying to be supportive. smiling and nodding and saying “that’s great news!” despite knowing he’s going to lose jakes to it all

- then again, morse is the only one who knows, really knows, what jakes has been through

- he knows it’s best for jakes to get out while he can

- settle down with a beautiful girl somewhere really far away

- somewhere he’ll never see him again

- and it’s the way that morse’s smile drops as soon as jakes walks away. as soon as jakes invites him to his party and looks for a final time deep in his eyes and touches his shoulder

- his smile drops immediately and he lets him go

- but morse looks back for him. like orpheus he looks back, which only solidifies he’s lost him

- ANYWAYYYYYYYYY‼️‼️‼️

- this woman is so 🤮🤮🤮

- calling a younger man to your house under the guise of an intruder is wild to me

- maybe that’s just me

- the way morse is so CATTY during this scene

- he said when they go low

- i got LOW-ER ‼️🤞

- “i’m sure i’m not the first woman you’ve seen in her underclothes.”

- i’m UNCOMFORTABLE

- i can’t tell if she’s supposed to be older than him or not

- i feel like she is

- “do you not like women?”

- and then he says NOTHING??

- sir she thinks ur gay and ur just gonna take that????

- (he is gay)

- his JAWLINE IN THIS SCENE??? THE HEAVY SWALLOW?? LOOKING DOWN AT HER??

- i’m fucking sick

- so ill.

- he has no reason to have rizz like this

- their house is so ugly

- i hate modern architecture

- morse putting himself in harms way so he can ensure jakes will make it out alive and safe by the end of the week 😐

- “Sudden.” <- him talking about jakes leaving

- the way morse is just so clearly not okay with jakes leaving and doesn’t know how to express it

- strange and trewlove are so truly besties i’m obsessed

- morse and jakes going off together even though they swear they don’t along 🙄

- “second thoughts?”

- no need to sound excited morse

- he’s not staying 🫤🫤 no matter how much you want him to 🫤

- “mind how you go” + “watch yourself” = they care about each other so much

- he called him peter i’m gonna VOMIT

- “peter, you’ve got something to lose!”

- morse acting like his death wouldn’t affect the people around him

- he really thinks he isn’t important it makes me sick

- CALLING HIM PETER??????

- jakes telling a joke immediately so morse knows he’s ok

- i’m so sick

- do you guys think jakes ever called morse by his first name?

- i just wanna know 😀😀

- i swear jakes makes any excuse to just take his jacket off

- always walking around in just his shirt sleeves

- he knows he’s….. he is!

- “bad luck”

- thank u jakes

- always supporting his boyfriend

- morse being so obviously uncomfortable in a religious setting is… relatable

- “because i didn’t want to disappoint her. she’d had enough of that.”

- morse loved his mom so much i’m so not okay

- “‘still your mind’ she’d say. ‘still your mind.’ never had the knack.”

- IM HIM AND HES ME

- update he isn’t against protest work! as long as it follows the law 🙄🙄

- ^he donates to AmnOx

- this lady slapping him and him being completely unphased has me 😧

- like wtf was that

- i understand this lady is miserable but don’t smack people

- she’s so weird

- joan asking morse about jakes just to see how he’s handling it 🫤

- i’m so obsessed w trewlove you don’t get it

- them forcing her to get an abortion just because the father was black and a revolutionary is so 🤮

- can women ever just do what they want to do with their lives?

- this girl is so crazy

- stealing a child and then calling the person calling you out “mean”???

- babes you stole a BABY

- these girls are homosexuals i fear ‼️

- jakes going from a lost boy to a cowboy <3

- morse is so hurt in this episode i’ll never understand it

- he never shows up for jakes when he needs it

- can they just HUG like men

- jakes’ lady being called Hope is SOMETHKNG THAY CAN BE SO PERSONAL

- THE DIALOGUE:

- “It’s hope.” “Make a go of it.” “I mean to.”

- HE MEANS TO GET BETTER. HE MEANS TO HEAL AND HOLD ONTO HOPE OF A BETTER TOMORROW. HE GETS TO GET OUT

- HE GETS TO GET BETTER AND BE FREE

- i’m so sick

- i literally only care about him

- might as well stop watching now

- “you’ll miss him.” “he kept me on my toes. No, i’m glad!… if anyone deserved it.” and then WALKING INTO THE RAIN WHILE THURSDAY WATCHES SADLY??????

- he loved him. and he’ll miss him. and thursday knows it.

- and i’ll miss him too

[warnersister]

Stay in your lane

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Reader

Inspired by the song ‘Stay In Your Lane’ by Bronson Diamond and Greta Stanley

Summary: Jake finally realises it’s time to settle down when this mission could become fatal, especially when he sets eyes on the woman he knows is destined to be his future wife - but with his ‘Hangman womaniser’ reputation floating around Top Gun, it won’t be that easy.

Jake had seen you at the bar for a few weekends running now. And each weekend he had drunk enough Dutch courage yet never actually managed to speak to you. He’d first seen you the evening he was first reinstated at Top Gun for the uranium-plant ‘suicide mission’ and with this evening being the penultimate one before Maverick would construct his final flight crew; he’d decided now was a better time than ever. He’d die a happy man knowing he’d at least taken the jump with you.

He was enamoured; whipped the moment he’d first laid eyes on you. The moment all his ‘fuck-boy’ antics and aspirations melted before him and some homeliness grew. He’d always been teased for his charming bed-side manner: before sneaking out the morning after, not forgetting to delete his number from the poor girl’s phone then dashing out the door with another mark to his name and a victorious smirk on his lips.

But recently he’d been sick of the reputation he’d grown to be so proud of, almost embarrassed by his own name and face - he wasn’t blind to the two strands of grey hair that appeared behind his left ear, he wasn’t getting any younger. He didn’t want to be the unmarried sailor who had too much fun as a bachelor in his earlier years and never settled down. Jake didn’t like the idea of dying alone.

Especially not now this mission was looming ever closer.

You’d walked into the bar just before Rooster began serenading the piano, when Hangman was teasing the ‘old timer’, soon to be instructor and throwing him out of the bar for being unable to pay for the tab the aviators and civilians had accumulated for him as a consequence of his phone being on the table top. Jake had turned and winked at you when he’d ordered another beer on Maverick, one for you too for which you just rolled your eyes, unimpressed. Needless the say for once that actually bruised Hangman’s indestructible ego. Normally he wouldn’t have batted an eye when being rejected by a girl at a bar; simply moving onto his next endeavour to take some gullible girl home by the end of the night.

But you didn’t seem like that kind of girl: you seemed like a lady - a woman. And your rejection wounded him more than any bullet or stab any could.

And now you were here for the third weekend running and he was ready to finally try ask you out, especially before he got too drunk too - already racking up his eighth beer and fifth whiskey, even chancing some of the sailor’s rum sitting in the glass cabinet with all the expensive liquor. “Man, just go.” Javy said, elbowing Hangman deep enough to wind him slightly. “What if she rejects me?” Javy laughed. “Jake ‘womaniser’ Seresin is worried about being rejected?” But his chortle died down when he saw the serious conflicting expression on his fellow aviator’s face. Javy thought for a moment before walking over to Rooster and concocting a plan with him. “Hangman won’t talk to lady?” The sunglasses-clad man laughed. “Funny.” Javy shook his head. “No man I’m serious. Look at him.” They both looked across the bar to the man looking helplessly at the newly familiar girl chatting with Penny with a comfortable grin on her face.

“Damn if Hangman doesn’t want her I’ll have her.” Rooster commented, pulling his sunglasses to the end of his nose to look at you properly and whistling lowly. Javy slapped his chest, having a lightbulb moment “I’ve got it. You go and tell him that.” Rooster raised a brow waiting for him to elaborate. “Go over there, tell him you’re gonna go chat her up and watch how fast he moves.” Rooster smirked, loving the fact he was being offered the opportunity to wind up Hangman. “Next rounds on you.” He told Javy, hitting him on the back as he strutted over to the lovesick man by the pool table.

Rooster mirrored his actions from a few moments prior, eyeing you like a tall glass of water after days stranded in the heat-infested desert. He whistled, gaining Hangman’s attention, forcing him to drag his attention away from you. “Who’s the honey at the bar? She is mighty fine.” Rooster commented, biting his lip slightly. “Found my mission for tonight, wish me lucky.” He patted Hangman’s shoulder, who was getting progressively more aggravated by Rooster’s comments - not even noticing how tight his grip was on his beer before it was slammed on the table and he raced past Rooster. “Back off, porn-tash.” He grumbled and the tanned man smirked, his job was done.

Jake marched straight over to you and leant against the bar beside you, ordering another beer off of Penny and requesting she get you another of whatever you were drinking, turning to smirk at you gently. You looked at him, unimpressed but with a small smile on your lips. “Evening darlin’” Jake nodded at you, trying to make his charms work one last time. “Evening.” You replied, thanking Penny for your new drink, and him too. “Thanks for the drink, but I can pay for myself.” You say, not trusting the khaki uniforms regardless of what the face wearing them told you.

“And I don’t doubt that, allow me to apologise for treating the gorgeous lady at the bar.” He says jokingly, taking a seat beside you. “What’s your name darlin’” you laugh slightly and tell him. “And what’s yours?” You retort. “Jake. But my coworkers call me Hangman.” He told you, trying to woo you with his Naval charm. “Hangman? What, did you lose a game? Not enough consonants?” He laughed at you. Normally now he’d made a joke about him being ‘hung’ in more ways than one but he stopped himself, wanting to impress you/ not seduce you.

He continued to attempt make small talk with you throughout the evening, you hardly entertaining his antics. “Look, Hangman” you say straight, after your third drink, compliment of him of course. “I don’t know what you’re playing at, but if your goal is to get me in your bed by the end of the night, you’ve got another think coming. You have a reputation around this base and I don’t intend on becoming another one of your one-nighters.” You throw back the rest of your drink. “So thank you for the drinks, but this ends here.” You say, about to stand up before a rough yet gentle touch reached out to keep you sat, prompting a frustrating and challenging look in return.

“I’ve been shot and I’ve been stabbed but I’ve never been so madly in love as I am with you.” He said all of a sudden, causing you to sit right back down in your seat; shock overcoming you. “Excuse me?” You say, almost thinking you hadn’t heard this infamous aviator you’d only known for the past two hours admitting his adoration for you. “Look I that my reputation proceeds me, but seeing you for the first time three weeks ago made me realise somethin’, darlin” he licked his lips in nerves, gathering his thoughts: prepared to admit to you. You cocked your head to one side, almost unable to speak “I know we just met, but if I had to bet I´d say you feel the same way too”

“Cause I’ve realised that when I first looked at you, in that gorgeous dress with that bright smile, self-sufficient and head strong I knew I’d have to drop my ridiculous play-boy persona sometime soon. Especially if I wanna settle down with a mighty-fine gal such as yourself.” He admits, looking down nervously and swallowing - adam’s apple bobbing as you question his intentions and think that he may be more gentle than his reputation had told you.

Suddenly The Righteous Brothers’ infamous song amongst Miramar pilots began playing; You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feelin’ and Hangman smirks and an idea develops within his mind. He stands and offers a hand to you “dance with me, please?” You give a small smile, allowing your heart to lead instead of your preemptive mind familiar with his kind and laced your hand in his, standing and smoothing your dress which he found incredible endearing.

He began swaying back and forth, talking so loud you could barely hear the band. As he sung along to the sound, keeping his hands respectively on your hips and eyes never straying away from your own. When the song had finished he necked the rest of his beer, drinkin´so fast you were surprised he could even stand. Even trying to be endearing; making a fool of himself dancing just to hear you laugh, dancin´ like a crab running over the stinkin´ hot sand.

Eventually you both moved to the cracked-open door adjacent to the beach, sitting on the deck as he eyed the hand closest to him, but you were still hesitant - the infamous ‘Hangman’ reputation weighing heavy in your mind. His pinky inching towards your own and you chuckle gently, shaking your head “and I was hopin’-” you cut him off “you were dreamin´ if you thought you were gonna be holdin´ my hand” you inform him.

“Later Hangman!” You both hear and turn to see the rest of the dagger squad making their way out of the bar, Nat winking at you unbeknownst to Jake and you requite her gesture. “Later!” He waves them off. He stands and struts to the bar, taking you with him to jot his details on a napkin “here is my number, call me when you get home” he slides it to you, to which you reverse his action, pushing it back to him “that number ain’t no good to me, ´cus I don’t own a telephone” you shrug, but he knew it was in your jacket pocket.

“Well then,” he scribbles again “here is my address, write to me if you could” he suggests and you shrug “well, I never finished school, my writin´ just ain’t no good” he grits his jaw slightly “the way you carry yourself tells me otherwise, ma’am.” he says and you smirk, leaning closer to whisper in his ear “that’s doctor to you, Jake.” He shivers at the way you say the name he’s been used to hearing since birth. But hearing you say it was so raw: so true. So right.

He raises a brow “Doctor? News to me” “y’never asked.” You say gently. “Final call! Another round or get your asses safely home ladies and gents!” Penny announces in a holler from her position behind the bar, to the final few stragglers at the Hard Deck; including yourself and Jake.

He opens the door for you; winking as you feign flattery and naming him a gentleman, you both thanking Penny for the evening and leaving to your respected vehicles. “Now the bar’s are closin´, and we’re leavin´ at the same time” he comments, entwining your hand with his which you begrudgingly feel absentmindedly closing around his, also. You shake your head and look up to him “So stay in your lane, boy and I’ll stay in mine” you say and his eyes sadden slightly, reaching your car and you lean against it, welcoming him trapping you against the driver’s-side door “Ive been shot and I’ve been stabbed, but I’ve never been so sad knowing I’ll never see you again” he says, pulling your hand up to kiss each knuckle, not allowing himself to disrupt eye-contact; fearing that as quick as you came into his sights, you’d be gone.

You smile, using your free hand to caress his cheek slightly; him leaning into your soft touch. “Don’t be so dramatic, I’m at this bar every damn weekend” you say matter-of-factly, leaning to kiss his cheek before pulling away and climbing into your car. “Goodnight, Hangman.” And you reverse away, a pang in his heart until he felt for his phone in the back pocket of his summer whites, a small strip of paper falling out alongside it. He picks the unknown scribe from the gravel and inspect it - your phone number written in a neat hand and he grins - maybe his bedside manner was improving.

And that mission crept up on the daggers quicker than they’d ever hoped and Hangman found himself antsy in his cockpit, about to take off to go save his instructor and career-long buddy: not that either of them would ever admit their comradeship. He closed his eyes and pictured your tired face that gleamed back at him at the twilight hour he’d last saw you, knowing you were the reason he’d return from this final task - listening to the air traffic control counting down until his take-off.

Before he’d realised, he’d acquired another air-to-air confirmed kill under his belt of a fifth-generation fighter and was headed back to base to celebrate. “Well done aviators, helicopter paramedics Reaper and Sunny are waiting on deck to check you all over.” The voice instructs over comms. “Reaper? Why’d they call ‘em that?” Hangman asks with a chuckle and the voice was dormant for a few seconds. “We usually send her when we think there’s gonna be dead needing reviving.” And soon the callsign wasn’t a joke and they realised the higher-ups were more prepared for this suicide mission than the pilots were.

Hangman climbed out of his aircraft and shook hands with Rooster, all just happy to be safe back on deck after a successful mission. “Lieutenant Seresin!” One of the engineers called “you’ve been instructed to go be checked over by Reaper.” Jake nods and walks through the crowd giving him pats on the back, to the helicopter. “Reaper? I’ve been told to be assessed.” The paramedic pivoted to face him and his facade dropped, as you stood before him in your pilot get-up and medical equipment strung onto your shoulder.

You sighed heavily “thank god you’re okay” you say and he wordlessly approaches you and dips you in a long-awaited kiss “please give me a chance, don’t make me stay in my lane, princess”

“Wouldn’t think of it, cowboy”

[sircolinmorgan]

[sulieykte]

𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆

Pairing: Dilf!Jake Sully x Fem!Omatikaya Reader Warnings: explicit smut, thigh riding, age gap, daddy kink, overstimulation, dacryphilia, corruption, power imbalance, a nice little mix of praise and degradation, not a single hint of plot. Word Count: 1.2k a/n: this is probably a surprise to everyone including me who didn't intend to write it until @andraga12 and @jakexneytiri got me riled up about dilf Jake. Inspired by nasty - russ (blame andra) and oxytocin - billie eilish, I'd recommend listening to either or both while reading. So in honour of fathers day, here's some thigh riding with dilf!jake. Click to join my taglist. Requests are open.

Half moons indent the skin of his back where your fingers grasp to steady yourself, and if it pains him he doesn’t show it. His face is unchanged since the first orgasm he’d forced you to ride out and his refusal to help you in your endeavour still standing as you neared your fourth.

His heavy lidded gaze had barely strayed from your face since the moment he’d dragged you down onto his thigh, his five fingered hand catching your jaw when you’d tried to look away, commanding that your eyes didn’t leave his. And who were you to refuse? You were a warrior in your own right, but he was your Olo’eyktan, the man who’d led your father in battle against the Sky People. 

“Come here, baby.” When the foreign word had left his tongue, you’d repeated it softly, baby, brow furrowing as you tried to place its meaning, but nevertheless you had done as you were told. Obedient as you always were, you’d crossed the Marui with no idea what the next hour would hold for you.

“Jake– I can’t.” Your slick coating his thigh made the slide easy, but the ache of your swollen bud and the burn that had started in your thighs had now reached your hips. Your hips don’t stop their circling, even as you complain because despite it all, despite the shame that showed in the blush that coated your cheeks and neck, you wanted what he had promised. “Please Jake, I-I just want–”

“Jake?” He tilts his head, a smile crossing his lips that you can’t help but return, even as he tenses his thigh underneath you, a gasp replacing your attempt to correct your mistake and call him by the name he’d asked, that you aren’t even sure you remember anymore.

“D-Daddy? Please.”

“What else could you want, baby? Daddy’s being so good to you, letting you use his thigh like this.” He shakes his head, his thumb catching a tear before it could reach the corner of your lips. “And you look so pretty doing it, it feels good doesn’t it?” You whimper as his fingers dig into your hips, the first aid he’s given you. “You’re doing such a good job, just one more, baby.”

You nod in assent. You could do one more, but he'd said that before the last, and the one before that. He’d stood firm each time, no matter how much you begged and cried for him to give you his cock, never relenting as he leant back on his arms, watching you writhe over him with a look you would usually only associate with hunger.

Finding new pressure in the way he urges your hips back and forth along the length of his thigh, his leg bouncing to meet the pace he set. You clench around nothing, heartbeat throbbing at your aching clit. It’s not enough and you can’t hold on for much longer. He tuts as your head falls into his neck, tears soaking his skin as you fall into the embrace. 

His movements stop and you feel your high ripped away and any attempt to chase it hindered by his bruising grip on your hips stilling your frantic attempts to roll your hips.

“What did daddy tell you, huh?” His voice is so low, you feel it vibrate against your chest. “Told’ya you needed to look him in the eyes, didn’t he?” You nod against his neck, sniffling against his skin, not quite ready to leave the comfort it provided. “Don’t tell me your going all shy on me now, not when you’re so close. You want daddy’s cock, don’t you? Why should daddy give you his cock if you can’t follow one simple instruction?”

“N-No.” Your voice comes out much less sure than you intended as you exit your hiding place. “I can, m’sorry daddy. please.” Your voice breaks through the sobs that wrack your form as you tighten your thighs around his, doing anything you can do to chase the pressure your clit craves. 

It’s not enough, his hands releasing their grasp on your hips to hook under your thighs. Time slows, heat rushing your veins as his fingertips inch close enough that your core throbs, hips stuttering forward in anticipation of his touch which never arrives as he pulls your legs apart, denying you any friction. You meet his eyes, blood rushing to your head at the intensity of his gaze.

He seems happy with this, as you flush under his attention and release his hold, your body shuddering at the loss of sensation even as it’s replaced with hard muscle. 

“Baby, you’ve been doing so well for me. Lookin’ so beautiful dripping all over my thigh.” His tail wraps around your waist, pulling you in closer as he reaches to push back a strand of hair that had become stuck to your face by sweat and tears. “Daddy loves watching you, sweet thing. You were so close weren’t you?” You nod, tears falling freely, heavy as they land on his chest. “Go ahead baby girl, let me hear you.”

Your heart races as you nod, rolling your hips as fast as your aching muscles allow. He catches your face in his hand, his thumb running along your lower lip, coaxing your mouth open to let your sweet moans free. “That’s it baby, come on you can do it.” You gasp as he tenses his thigh beneath you, his tail rocking you along as you run your cunt along his leg, your slick dripping onto the ground beneath you. “It feels so good doesn’t it?” 

“Y-Yes daddy, feels–” Your breath catches, a whimper replacing any words, your mind struggling to gather a single thought as the tension builds in your stomach. Breath unsteady as you near your release. 

He laughs, it sounds warm but his eyes are glazed with lust as he watches your mouth open and close in search of the words you want to tell him. “It’s that good, huh? Too fucked out and you haven’t even had daddy’s cock yet. Baby, if this is too much for you, I don’t know if you can handle it.”

You open your mouth to tell him that you can, you can and you will because he promised and you’d been so good. But the coil snaps, thighs convulsing as your release rushes over you, drenching both of your thighs. His eyes never leave your face as you come undone, cries filling the Marui with no regard for who might hear until your throat has little more left to give.

Body spent, you fall forward, tears streaked face pressing into his neck, surprised when he doesn’t admonish you and instead pulls you further into his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling you into his embrace. 

“Baby, you did so good. Listened to daddy so well.” He pressed a soft kiss against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. Your eyelids are heavy, it’s so warm, so safe in his arms it would be so easy to allow sleep to take you. “My patient girl, you deserve a reward.”

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[chogiwow]

member: professor! jake x uni student, gn!reader

warnings: slight age gap bw jake and reader, hinted suggestive themes

wc: 0.7k+

a/n: one word: hands. i love hands :'>

the sleeves of jake's shirt are folded right up to his elbows, your eyes finding it following its movement.

you were barely paying attention to what your friend was saying, quite blatantly staring at your professor, who stood a ways apart, leaning over a book that another girl was brandishing under his nose and pushing his wire framed glasses up his nose in concentration; no doubt she was smitten by the hot professor and you wouldn't blame her for it.

taking the pen from his student, he starts writing something down on the page and you're more than aware of the veins in his hands that stand out. lately that has been the only thing that you've been raptured about, especially since jake has almost never buttoned up his sleeves entirely, choosing to roll them up till his elbow.

it gives you a nice sight of his veiny hands and his attractive fingers, holding a chalk or marker or flipping a page of a book, and it's very attractive.

jake himself is attractive for that matter. you've almost never seen him in a shirt that is anything but white in colour, black pants, polished shoes and neatly cut brown hair. his choice of the material of his clothes though...interesting.

you hold this to the account of the singular time you had seen some of your batchmates pleading with him to join a game of basketball. while him on the court itself, dribbling a ball while unbuttoning yet another button had been quite a sight to behold, you don't think it was anywhere close to what your eyes had feasted upon the very next period.

his shirt, obviously moist with sweat due to his previous endeavours, had somewhat of a sheer quality to it which made it almost impossible for you to look away from his broad shoulders when the cloth insisted on sticking to his naked back and he'd have to ever so often shake the front of his shirt because he was too hot.

you hum absentmindedly at something your friend says, eyes still trained on the professor you've spent too many weeks fantasizing about when the man in question looks up and catches your eyes.

you somehow don't feel the need to look away, holding his gaze and responding to his smile with one of your own tight lipped one. eventually he has to attend to the student who looked like she was stalling him at this point and you chuckle at the sight. this catches his attention and he spares you a glance for a split second, slightly raising his eyebrow before getting engaged yet again.

he talks to his student patiently, answering her questions and indulging in something she says because you see him laugh and scratch his head, bashfully pushing up his glasses even though he didn't need to, as if he were embarrassed of something and was merely trying to keep his hands occupied.

you keep looking at them even though jake no longer has his attention on you – well, not physically no, but mentally he's wondering about your amusement – and it seems like your patience was finally paying off.

jake's little questionnaire ends and he finally looks up at you. your friend has long abandoned trying to engage you in her conversation, taking to scrolling through her phone in listless amusement and this lets you direct your undivided attention to your professor.

he walks over to where you were, slowly and purposefully, smiling and nodding at a few students who greeted him. an apprehensive excitement bubbles in your stomach, your fingers twitching as he approaches you and your oblivious friend.

almost as if he were teasing you, jake buried one hand in his pocket, holding the books in the other, his stride never ceasing to be any less alluring than his usual charismatic aura, only heightening in the way it almost turned heads his way.

it's a split second of contact you have, a whiff of a scent you don't recognise, nor having time to register given that it only lingers for less than a second and the sensuous way his shirt grazes your arm like a playful touch. it doesn't even last that long, this moment, but it does remain in your mind for a long time.

you're almost certain you hear him chuckle. you wouldn't know, you didn't turn back. and you also didn't know that jake had to turn right back after you left, for he had taken a detour just to walk past you.

[askinkiskarma]

Will it be possible to ask the reader teaching Jake's kids all the curse word alphabet . Then them using this stuff around jake. What would his reaction be?

anonnie i don't usually take requests but i actually enjoyed this hahahah

i had no idea a curse word alphabet was a thing, had to google it :))

hope you enjoy x

wc: 400

"Very good, Tuk. Now that we're done with A, what did I say B was?"

Tuk thought about it long and hard, and her eyes lit up in excitement as the word pushed past her tongue flawlessly, as if she was born to say it.

"BITCH!"

You and Lo'ak clapped loudly, cheering for your honorary sister and laughing at how excited she was about getting it right. There was something so incredibly puerile, but so, so hilarious about a child innocently cursing like a sailor. It was your responsability as the English speaker and the human to teach Tuk some Earth customs. After all, she was half human. You really had no choice but to do this, right?

Neteyam and Kiri were sitting in the corner of the tent, speaking lowly to each other and rolling their eyes at your immaturity. You knew deep down they found it funny. How could they not? But they were the responsible ones, and while maintaining this charade must be exhausting, you couldn't blame them for not partaking. You and Lo'ak would be in so much trouble when Jake gets whiff of this, but all punishment was worth it for this moment of pure bliss.

"Ok, Tuk-tuk. Now C."

"Remember C?"

"What the hell is going on here?" Jake bursts in through the flap of the tent, holding a gun in his arms and a dour, unamused expression on his face, his lips curled in an annoyed grimace.

"Are you two soiling my baby girl's mind again, teaching her things she shouldn't know for a really long time... or ever, preferably?"

You giggled at Lo'ak's ears that were pushed so far back, you could balance a book on either of them, no issue. While Lo'ak might be scared of his father and his military ways, you found Jake's outbursts funny and endearing. The fact that he couldn't stay mad at your Avatar face longer than a couple minutes at a time probably helped.

"I already took an ass-kicking from my wife from your little stunt about where babies come from. This time, any ass kicking I receive will be returned two fold, am I clear, soldiers?"

Your gaze fell to the floor, trying your best to look dignified and apologetic, but the enthusiastic swish of your tail did little to help you in your endeavour.

"Daddy, daddy, I remember C! Daddy, you are a cun-"

"NO, TUK!"

[vivid-ink]

"Violet Eyes" - Neteyam x fem!Avatar OC

When the Great Mother speaks, will you hear her call?...

Completed Novel-length AU with original plot - Set 7 years after TWoW.

Summary Snippet: Ria’s gaze finally paused at his handsome face, almost a replica of his father's if not for the eyes and chin of his mother. Good God, he had grown… She remembered his striking face from years ago in a time of battle at sea, it had been softer with youth then. He had barely been taller than her. Now, he towered over her...

Neteyam lifted his eyes to hers; green-gold clashing with striking violet. Yes, he remembered those eyes... Even the years that had passed in-between them had not made him forget.

He lowered his face, his lips curling in a snarl, “I should kill you.” The English words were stilted as he spoke, “But I will not. A life for a life.”

Read now on AO3 - VIOLET EYES Also on Wattpad HERE Content: Mature themes, sexual content/smut, civil war, death, spiritual themes. Word count: 20 chapters (152k words) Pairings: Neteyam x fem!Avatar OC Jake x Neytiri Spider x fem!Omatikaya OC Lo'ak x Tsireya

Plot Synopsis: Seven years after Eywa's great plague destroyed the sky demons, the Sullys have returned to the Omatikaya. But all is not well amongst the Na'vi... No children have been born since the Long War against the demons. Na'vi are on the brink of insurgency as corruption & bloodlust run rampant in their faithless quest for blood purity... Then there's the demon girl, left alive despite all odds, with eyes of violet like paysyul lilies... And the matter of a prophesied child to come; the peace-marker... The Great Mother's patience is running out. When she speaks, who will heed her call?...

Five fingers and five toes… the cry of a newborn babe… Conceived in darkness secret by the grace of Eywa… first of its epoch… Born of demon and Na’vi… The peace-marker to come, the dawn of the eternal peacetime age…

Author's Note: This story is my greatest & proudest accomplishment EVER. 😊

I can't describe to you how this narrative absolutely consumed my mind and soul after watching TWoW on Boxing Day last year.

Neteyam's death struck a very sore chord in me and I couldn't let him go. I wanted him to grow up, find love and live the life that he deserved so much. VIOLET EYES was born out of my endeavour to realistically explore what Neteyam's future (and the Sullys' too) could have been, along with a whole lot of ANGST, DRAMA & ROMANCE thrown in and set within an in-depth, completely original narrative.

I'm so happy to have very recently found this wonderful community on Tumblr. Everyone has been so warm & incredibly passionate in this fandom! I'm stoked to be able to share my writing with you all now. My Tumblr masterlist is HERE with my other Avatar works. But VIOLET EYES holds, and will always hold, a most special place in my heart. I thank you in advance if you are intrigued enough to give it a try and I hope that you will love it and FEEL it like I do. 🥰

[hekate1308]

Hope: This is my husband Peter. ...

And this is Peter's boyfriend, Morse.

no but Jakes legit invited Morse to America… just…. think about the possibilities 

[pssysht]

broken hearts mend | jake sully x OC fem ۵ PART2

summery: jake sully lost neytiri in the first battle (so no kids soz) he has been lost ever since, a loner, harsh on everyone and over all broken. no na’vi women could get near him, scaring them away with his sharp tongue.

neytiri was the other half of his soul, his missing piece. as a human jake never found a woman he was willing to kill for, willing to die for. until he was gifted with a new life, and he found her. she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, her skin soft like silk, her eyes bright and full of life. ever since he said goodbye to her, he wishes his brother never died, so he wouldn’t have been asked to replace him on the mission to pandora, so he would never have had to meet her.

flashback

neytiri fell to the ground, the bullet went straight through her, grazing jake. his own side poured with blood but he couldn’t feel it, he didn’t feel anything as he watched her body hit the ground. his knees collapsing beside her, pulling her to his chest.

‘don’t worry darling you’re going to be fine. HELP. it’s ok don’t cry’ he tried to speak without choking up, refusing to realise she was dying in his arms. he called for help, many na’vi women coming to his aid, they surrounded neytiri, giving eachother sorrowful glances. one of the women placed a hand on his shoulder.

‘jake- i’m sorry-‘ she was cut off

‘NO. just heal her. eywa please’ he begged as he held her tighter to him. her once bright eyes dulled as she looked up at him.

‘my jake’ she choked out, as his head whipped down to analyse her face

‘oel ngati kameie’ (i see you)

jake choked out a sob, his grip tightening on her body, as sobs rack through his body, hers grew limp. he lay her down on the ground, as the women around him looked at him with pity.

he stood up, facing the sky people, an anger so strong he felt as if he was floating, he grabbed neytiris bow, killing as many men as possible before the humans retreated. as soon as the chaos died down, he felt his body stop floating, everything that just happened hitting him like a ton of bricks. he broke down, screaming at his people to carry her body to the tree of souls.

present

after the girl left, jake sat himself on a rock inside the cave, his heart heavy as he cooked the food he had hunted for. his mind flicked to the girl once again. she was a lot shorter than him, hips full and face soft. he wondered why she travelled so far into the forest and why she was so scared to see him. but as quickly as she entered his mind, she left, as his brain fogged with memories of neytiri once again.

flashback

‘you’re like a baby’ neytiri teased jake. she’s been saying this since they met, and he could never get sick of hearing it.

they both walked hand in hand to the highest cliff, neytiri wanted to show him how beautiful pandora looks from above. as they reached it, they sat at the edge, their feet dangling freely as they stare into the view.

‘wow, it’s beautiful’ jake whispers, secretly looking at neytiri. she turned to him noticing his stare before blushing. smacking his arm lightly before pulling him into a soft kiss. jakes arm slides around her waist as he shuffles them back away from from edge.

neytiri climbs into his lap, her arm wrapping around his shoulders as she turns her face into the kiss, never wanting to leave. jake has never felt so in love as he lays her down, removing her loin cloth as the sun sets behind him.

present

mayu returns to the village, just in time for her mother yelling that the food is ready. her and her siblings race into their hut, speeding for first choice of food.

‘where were you today?’ her older brother asks as they stand together picking at the food. she looks up at him and shrugs,

‘i bumped into turak maktu today, i didn’t realise how far i had gone into the forest’ she whispers, not wanting her mother to hear of her endeavours. her brother, nobuo, raises his eyebrows in surprise. shrugging his shoulders he walks off to sit with father and begins eating. mayu shakes her head, and joins him.

she cant seem to get jake out of her mind. she’s seen him before, in the village but he seemed much more broken today, sharp and cold. she never really heard him speak to people, always supporting an angry look as people tried to make conversation. she cant help but feel sorry for him, she knows what happened to his mate, everyone here does, she cant imagine watching her mate die in her arms. mayu knows jake won’t return for a few days still, as a way to avoid any na’vi people still grieving.

she decides that tomorrow she will find him again, and bring him some fruit, and warmer clothes to help him through the storm tomorrow night.

jake sticks his head out of the cave, his ears perked up listening to the distant calls of rain, he should’ve known better than to travel without warmer clothes, incase of a storm. and now he’s screwed. he contemplates going back to the village but the image of neytiri at the foot of the tree of souls pushes him back into the cave. he will just wait it out. he will be fine.

as the fire dies down, his eyes close, falling asleep only to have nightmares of her. he wakes to the distant knocking on the walls of the cave. as he lifts his head, he sees the same girl from yesterday stood awkwardly at the entrance of the cave.

‘hello- i’m sorry to bother you again, it’s just i know there’s a storm coming and’ she’s cut off again as he stands up, storming over to her and pushing her out of the cave entrance.

she gasps as she catches her balance and looks up at him.

‘i told you to leave’ he snarls, not interested in whatever she has to say. he knows there’s a storm coming, he can hear it, he doesn’t need some needy girl to tell him.

‘fine. i just wanted to offer some help.’ mayu rolls her eyes, throwing the fruit and clothes onto the floor. she stomps her feet as she walks away, wishing she never helped that mean man.

jake looks down at the mess of her tantrum only to find exactly what he needs. he grabs the stuff and slides back into his cave, shaking his head at the girl, why did she insist on coming back, to help him? he ignites the fire again, eating some of the berries the girl had given him. he moans out as the sweet taste fills his mouth. he places the knitted shawl over his shoulders and arms as he feels instantly calmer and warmer. he wants to thank the girl for her help however his short temper pushed her away. though his thought is interrupted by a loud crackle of thunder ripping through the clouds. wind blows into the cave, his fire shaking as he tries to keep it alight.

mayu jumps as the thunder hits her ears. her feet pick up pace as she exits the forest running into her hut, where the rest of her family sit, patiently waiting for the storm to blow over.

‘mayu. you are in that forest more than you are home’ her mother scolds, sick of her daughter constantly disappearing. mayu nods with her head down as she joins her family, placing her own shawl over her shoulders and snuggling into her mothers embrace.

the storm worsens as the rain hits heavily onto the roof. small leaks forming as it drips onto mayus mother.

‘hekima! i told you the hut is not safe enough. what if this storm was worse? hm? we would not be safe here’ her mother scolds her mate, wiping the rain off of her forehead. mayu giggles at their bickering.

‘okay honey, i will fix it when the storm blows over’ her father retorts with a smile

‘irayo’ her mother replies sheepishly, embarrassed by her anger. they share a small peck as mayu and her siblings make gagging noises.

jake shakes as the tears roll down his cheeks. the cold only reminds him off the warmth neytiri gave him as they slept together under the stars, the fire infront of him only reminds him of the fire surrounding him as he watched his mate die. everything he looks at reminds him of her, he can’t imagine a day where he isn’t grieving for her, a day he can wake up and not immediately want to cry as he wakes up alone. and he most certainly cannot see a day he finds a new mate, no one could ever compare to his soulmate.

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AYE. look at me getting part 2 out the next day. i really hope y’all enjoy the slow burning love story.. or will it be a love story??? who knows.

ALSO if y’all wanna know what i imagined when making my OC mayu here she is

she kinda resembles neytiri but her face is rounder and more innocent. ALSO YOU DONT HAVE to follow this image when reading, you can imagine mayu to look whichever way you please.

thanks for reading !!!!!

[theaudacitytowrite]

Cuddlebug

Josh x Fem!Reader

A/N: This was supposed to be part of my ‘The Weight of Dreams” series but it didn’t fit in anymore once I outlined it. But since I’m a sucker for the ‘only one bed’ trope, you’ll get it nonetheless:D 

Summary: You accompany your childhood friend on tour for their last shows during summer. Thanks to a booking issue you end up sharing a room with Josh who is known for being a cuddlebug.

No warnings. Just lots of banter and cuddles:) Might be a bit corny

word count: 1.961

With your suitcases in tow, you stumbled into the air-conditioned entry hall of the hotel, sighing in relief when the cool air hit your skin. The summer sun had been shining down onto the tour bus relentlessly today, the AC giving up after not even half of the journey to the next city. All you wanted to do now, was to take a shower and fall into your bed to get a good night’s sleep to be ready for tomorrow's endeavours.

The boys had invited you to join them on the road for the last couple of shows before the summer break. You were always excited whenever you had the opportunity to accompany them, to experience the behind-the-scenes every night and see them perform. It was always the highlight of the night to see them up on stage playing their music for thousands of fans that sang loudly along to their songs. You had goosebumps every time you watched them and saw the genuine gratefulness overwhelm them as they gazed over the crowds in front of them. 

Josh and Jake had been your close friends ever since you had met them in grade school. To see how far they had come made your heart swell and you were more than happy to be able to share such meaningful moments with them. Tour life surely was a unique experience, and you were willing to deal with every facet of it. Even if it meant driving in a car that was slowly boiling you through. 

Together you approached the front desk, each one of you just as exhausted as the next person. Only Josh seemed to be still chipper and ready for nonsense as always. Sometimes you wondered from where he took all that energy. No matter how straining the weeks had been, he always had a smile on his lips and the most awful dad joke on his tongue.

“We booked on Kiszka.” Sam drummed on the counter with his fingers as he patiently waited for the desk clerk to access the information. 

“Kiszka…” he hummed, “Here we have it. Oh. Erm, it appears that we have a slight problem with two of your room reservations.”

“As in?” Jake asked concerned. He had specifically booked a double room for him and Jita and he already saw their quality time disappear in thin air.

“The AC on the 8th floor has stopped working, and because of that, we had to re-assign some rooms. Unfortunately, yours as well. We managed to reserve three double rooms for you instead. One room with a king-sized bed and two rooms with two twin-sized beds each. Is that ok?”

“That’s perfect.” Josh chimed in while Jake agreed with a relieved sigh.

“Wonderful.” The clerk smiled, “Then here are your keys. Again, I’m so sorry for the inconvenience.”

“All good,” Sam reassured him with a polite smile.

The desk clerk handed over key cards for the rooms to Sam, who quickly signed the confirmation papers. Jake was quick to snatch a set of key cards from his brothers’ hand.

“See ya.” he bowed out while leading Jita to the elevators, who was only able to quickly wave goodbye.

“Rude.” Danny chuckled, “So I guess Sammy and I share a room?”

“If that’s ok with our lady?” Josh grinned at you.

“And who’ll ask if that’s ok with me?” Sammy interjected jokingly.

“As long as I get an undisturbed night, I’ll be fine with everything.” you yawned while you tried to keep your eyes open.

“Then it’s settled.” Josh hummed satisfied. 

Before Sammy could protest Josh grabbed onto your luggage and headed towards the elevators as well.

“Are you ok, mama?” Josh chuckled as the two of you walked down the hallway towards your room, “You’re swaying a bit.”

“I’m just exhausted.” you huffed, “All I want to do is lay down.”

“In a minute, darling.” he gently pulled you against his side, supporting you.

He quickly unlocked the door when you finally reached it, stumbling into the room with the luggage.

“Oh,” he exclaimed.

“What?” you squeezed around him.”

“I think Jake took the wrong keys.” you sighed deeply at Josh’s words as you looked at the king-sized bed in the room.

“Did you see what room he’s in.” you scratched your brow.

“Nope…” Josh grimaced clueless. 

“Fuck it.” you groaned, “I’m too tired to go on a hunt for them. They probably push their beds together, they’ll be fine.”

“Wise words.” Josh agreed, closing the door behind himself.

“I call dibs on the shower!” you seized the opportunity and stormed into the bathroom.

“Jokes on you! I get to choose the most comfortable side of the bed.” Josh called after you.

The cold shower had eased the feeling of overheating, washing away all the sticky sweat. You knew you were more than exhausted but as you stepped outside the shower your legs felt like you had run a marathon, the weariness had seeped deep into your bones. With a last effort, you dragged yourself into the room in your pj’s, letting yourself flop face first onto the unoccupied side of the bed.

“I was worried you might have been flushed down the drain.” Josh teased as he looked up from his phone to poke your side, “I hope you left some water in the pipes for me.”

“There should be a few droplets left,” you mumbled against the sheets.

“Too generous.” he snickered as he jumped from the bed and vanished into the bathroom.

You heard the shower running again, the soft trickle of the water droplets lulling you to sleep quickly. You didn’t know for how long you had drifted off when the bathroom door opened again. You turned your head towards Josh who shuffled back into the room, only clad in his boxers. His skin was still damp, his lean chest glistening in the light of the bedside table lamp. The flutter in your stomach made you ever so aware of the still-lasting crush you had been harbouring for Josh since the first day of grade school that had brought you together in the first place.

“What’s that for?” his words shook you out of your trance. His eyes were trained on the wall of pillows that were arranged down the middle of the bed.

“It’s a safety precaution.” you shakily breathed out, hoping he wouldn’t notice your red cheeks.

“Precaution for what?” the mattress dipped under Josh’s weight as he put his knees onto it.

“For your little grabbers.” Josh scoffed offended at your explanation.

“Don’t act all offended. Everyone knows that you’re a stage five clinger awake. Your hands are always everywhere. Poking and hugging and twirling. And I for sure know you’re even worse when you’re asleep.”

“You never complained before.” Josh pouted at you pitifully.

“It’s not that I’m against hugs or cuddles… just not in this climate.” you tried to clarify which was actually true for the most part. But at the same time, you wanted to spare yourself the heartbreak. You knew Josh wasn’t on the lookout for a relationship and even if he was, you weren’t sure if he would ever be interested in you. His casual touches and hugs, something he did with everyone he met, were more than dangerous for your silly little love-drunk heart.

“I will be able to contain myself for one night.” Josh feigned hurt as he slipped under the covers, “We don’t need a wall between us.”

“I’d rather be overcautious.” you mustered him suspiciously, “For all I know, I’ll fall asleep next to you and the next thing I know is that you’re clinging to me.”

“Even if that were true, that little border wouldn’t help.” he snapped back playfully. 

“Is that a threat?” you gasped.

“Take it as you please.” he shrugged, “Besides, who says that I would want to cuddle in this heat anyway.”

You raised your eyebrow at him tellingly. “We both know the answer to that.”

“Ah, just sleep in your secluded little area and let me sleep.” he stuck out his tongue, earning a chuckle from you.

“Good night, Josh.”

“Good night, darling.” he hummed sweetly, turning off the lights.

The first sunbeams snuck past the curtains, shining into your face. You slowly stirred awake, groaning when you remembered that you had forgotten to close the blinds last night. The next thing you noticed was the unpleasant sensation of heat as someone’s chest was pressed against your back while his arm was wrapped around your waist, restraining you. Josh’s nose nuzzled at the crook of your neck, his soft breaths hitting your skin. Suddenly the unpleasant warmth became an unendurable heat.

“Good morning.” Josh suddenly rasped into your ear, eliciting goosebumps to erupt all over your body which was your last straw.

“Josh!” you whined groggily as you continued to struggle against his grip, “That’s exactly what I predicted!”

“Good morning to you too, mama.” he hummed still half-asleep, “Just give me five more minutes… to an hour.”

“You’re too hot!” you tried to get away from him desperately.

“Thank you.” he grinned against your skin.

“You know what I mean.” you stressed, tugging on his arms, “I knew you wouldn’t endure an entire night without any physical contact.”

“Hey now.” Josh pouted, “Let’s just notice on which side we are right now.”

You scrunched your eyebrows together, as you took in your surroundings. A few inches away were the pillows you had put up, suspiciously flattened while your side of the bed remained empty. Your eyes widened as you realised that Josh did in fact have the high ground this time.

“And I think it’s only fair that I get my cuddles after you slapped me across the face when you turned onto your back and then started to grope my chest when you rolled over your border.” he taunted, “I just made the best out of it. Sue me.” 

“I don’t believe you.” you tried to keep in the snort at the mental image of you slapping Josh across the face and how bewildered he must’ve looked, “For all we know, you could’ve just pulled me over to your side. Because after your narrative I would be facing you right now, wouldn’t I?”

“Y/N, you were violently tossing yourself around. When I had the chance to restrain you in one spot, so you couldn’t assault me anymore, I took it.” he dryly remarked, “If that makes me the guilty one, I can live with it.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his dry delivery. You turned in his arms just enough to be able to look over your shoulder and catch his gaze.

“Did I really hit you?” you bit your lip full of guilt.

“Right in the money maker.” he nodded.

“I’m sorry.” you pouted and softly caressed his cheek with your thumb, getting lost in his half-lidded eyes that warmly glanced back at you.

“I’ll forgive you-“ he dramatically sighed, “if you let me have another hour of cuddles.”

“A full hour?” you gulped.

“Don’t act like you don’t enjoy it secretly.” he raised his eyebrow, and you could feel your cheeks warm up again.

“Only if the covers go.” you bargained with him. How could one more cuddle session hurt, after all, you already were in his arms you argued with yourself.

“Done.” Josh swiftly discarded the duvet with a precise kick. You carefully turned around in his arms to not accidentally slap him again.

“I promise, I won’t tell anyone if you don’t. Deal?” Josh hummed with closed eyes.

“Deal.” You huffed, snuggling into his chest. Josh softly pressed a kiss on your forehead before he nuzzled his nose into your hair, a sigh of contentment leaving his lips.

Hope you liked it:)

Divider by  @delishlydelightfuldividers​