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tikosblogg · 4 months ago

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A Helping Hand Pt 2.

Part 1 Here

Summary: Noah ghosts you, so you decide to find someone else to help you out. Until…

Warning: SMUT. PIV sex. Rough sex, Virginity loss, Dom!noah, sub!reader, unprotected sex(a big no no), TINY bit of degradation, spanking.

A/N: ya’ll…..I ain’t even gonna lie….i got carried away there…but I love this one. I did good with this one if I do say so myself! I hope you guys like it just as much!!❤️ not proof read I apologize it’s once again 2AM🥹

It’s been a whole week since I’ve seen or spoken to Noah. We had exchanged numbers before he left my apartment that night. Claiming he would talk to me soon. yet it’s been nothing but radio silence. I decided to not tell my friends, since Noah obviously changed his mind about the whole thing. I didn’t want to be hammered with questions, or it was embarrassing enough that I was ghosted I didn’t wanna talk about it. So I just stayed quiet. The girls were invited to one of the campus frat parties tonight, and asked me to come a long. Since it was a Friday, and I had no other plans I decided to go.

We got ready, and headed to the fraternity house. Once we get there, the house is packed, over flowing with drunk and rowdy college kids. The music is so loud it shook the entire house. We got our drinks, and socialized with other people just having a good time. After about an hour, I excused myself from the group of people we were talking to, to grab another drink.

As I stood at the makeshift bar in the cramped kitchen, the deafening bass of the music thudded around me. People were laughing, shouting, and stumbling through the narrow hallways, creating an adrenaline-fueled chaos that was just the kind of distraction I needed after a week of nothing from Noah. I thought we had shared a spark, a connection so intense that I could still feel the electricity humming in my veins, but it felt like I had been left hanging in the void since he walked out of my apartment that night.

"Hey there, beautiful," a voice interrupted my thoughts, making me jump. I turned around to see a guy standing there, blonde tousled hair, twinkling blue eyes, and a smile that instantly disarmed me. “I’m Jake. What’s your name?”

“Y/n,” I replied, trying to appear casual even though my stomach flipped. I couldn’t help but notice how he leaned in closer as he spoke, filling the space between us with an undeniable tension.

“Nice to meet you, y/n. You know, you might just be the most gorgeous person in this whole room,” he said, his voice dripping with charm. I felt my cheeks flush ,it had been a while since someone had directed attention toward me like that, other than Noah of course. “What brings you here?”

“Just hanging out with some friends,” I said, glancing over at Layna and Clara, who were busy talking and flirting with a group of guys. “What about you?”

“Same. Just trying to find a reason to stick around this party.” He smirked, leaning on the counter beside me. “I’d say I found it.”

His confidence was intoxicating. I couldn’t shake the memories of Noah's smile and tender words, but part of me wondered if maybe Jake could provide a nice distraction.

I hesitated, thinking about how Noah had claimed he'd “talk to me soon”. The weight of that silence felt almost like a betrayal. I could feel Jake’s gaze sharpening, as if he read the conflict in my eyes. “Why don’t we grab a drink somewhere quieter?” he suggested, the invitation both thrilling and terrifying.

“Sure.” I decided then and there to let go of Noah's lingering presence. Maybe I was being impulsive, but I was tired of waiting for someone who had left me hanging. Besides, a one night stand sounds like exactly what I need.

Jake led me out of the chaotic kitchen, through the crowded living room, and up the stairs into a random bedroom. The bass was muffled here, allowing us space to talk without shouting. I took a seat on the neatly made bed, finally allowing my guard to drop a little. I looked around the room, the lighting a dull blue color from the LEDs hung around the ceiling. In front of the bed against the wall, was a desk with an expensive looking PC set up. Lastly to my right, was a sliding closet door, that doubled as a mirror, the entire length of the wall.

I looked back at Jake his body language was confident as he walked closer, taking a seat beside me. drawing me in with his lively aura and unyielding charm.

We talked for a few minutes, his hand sliding up my bare thigh, inching closer and closer to the hem of my blue Jean skirt. He started to lean forward Until the bedroom door slammed open, making us jump apart.

Noah stood there, his silhouette framed in the doorway, a furious glint in his eyes that pierced through the dimness. The atmosphere shifted, the warmth between Jake and me evaporating like fog.

“Get the fuck out.” Noah’s voice was low, and dangerous. He shifted his weight, fists clenched at his sides, and his stance radiated authority. It was the kind of rage that felt palpable, as if it could reach out and strangle one of us, and from the looks of it… it would be Jake.

Jake sprang to his feet, a defiant smirk tugging at his lips despite the tension. “I’m busy, man. Why don’t you find another room?” He gestured dismissively.

Noah took a daunting step closer, towering over Jake, his presence like a shadow looming over us. “This is my room, dickhead. Get the fuck out.” His voice cut like glass—sharp, brittle, and full of anger.

“Whatever,” Jake countered, shaking his head as he rolled his eyes, a flicker of nerves darting beneath his bravado. His gaze moved to me, encouraging me to follow him, to leave Noah’s fury behind. But the moment my ass left the mattress, his hard gaze reached mine.

“Sit down,” Noah growled, his tone turning as fierce as a thunderstorm. Alarm, mixed with curiosity coursed through me as I complied instinctively, my heart racing. There was something possessive in his eyes, something primal, and it sent a shiver rippling through me. My cheeks flushed crimson, a rush of embarrassment kindling between the anger and the flickering desire I thought I had just moments before.

Jake grimaced, clearly irritated, and I could see the tension rippling across his shoulders like a taut bowstring. “Fuck that! She’s with me!” There was an edge to his voice as he shot a defiant glare at Noah, stepping forward, seeming ready for a confrontation.

Before I could register what was happening, Noah harshly shoved Jake out of the room almost effortlessly, his strength undeniable. “Not anymore.” The door slammed shut, the finality of it echoing like a gunshot in the suddenly quiet space.

I sat there, heart pounding as the silence enveloped me. It felt so wrong but so thrilling at the same time—the unyielding power Noah had in that moment, the way he took control without hesitation. I could hear Jake’s frustrated mutters on the other side of the door, mixed with the still pounding bass of the music being played throughout the house, but it faded into white noise, overtaken by the thumping of my heart and the electric tension hanging between Noah and me.

Noah turned to me slowly, his expression softening just a fraction. “Are you okay?” His voice lowered, a flicker of concern breaking through the anger.

“I... I’m fine,” I stammered, grappling for something to steady my racing thoughts. But my gaze fell to the floor, unable to meet his intense stare.

He stepped closer, the space left between us melting away like ice in the sun. “You know he doesn’t care about you, right?” His voice was firm, and there was something heartfelt buried in the fierce facade.

I glanced up, the conflict swirling inside me, a humorless laugh leaving my mouth. “Oh and you do?” I couldn’t believe what was coming out of his mouth. Yet, I couldn’t ignore, the way my skin prickled with anticipation.

His brow furrowed slightly, confusion knitted with concern as he sought my eyes. “What do you mean? Of course I do.”

The sincerity in his words throbbed in the air, making the small room feel larger, the weight of his gaze pulling me in. I took a deep breath, drowning in the torrent of emotions swirling around us. Noah stepped closer, and the walls felt like they were closing in, the space between us charged with something unnameable.

“Oh so that’s why you completely disappeared on me?” I hissed, hurt overshadowing any anger I felt. “You said you were gonna help me out, and then just left me hanging! So I went found someone else, so what?” I glared at him, as he just stood there silently.

His expression shifted. At first, it was just surprise, but as I spoke, a spark of annoyance flickered in his eyes. He crossed his arms and leaned back against the door. “So that’s what this is about? You’re such a desperate whore, you couldn’t go a few days without me? You had to find some stupid dickhead to replace me?”

His words hung in the air, taunting and challenging me. I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of my own admission suffocate my pride. Any other time, I would punch a guy for calling me such a degrading name, but coming from Noah’s lips…it only made me want to completely submit to him. Fall to my knees, and let him do whatever he wanted to with me. My self respect has left the chat.

Before I could respond, he reached behind him locking the door. The sound reverberated in my chest, both thrilling and foreboding. “It’s pathetic actually…You really think anyone else will make you feel as good as I do?”

Noah stepped closer, invading my space, and suddenly the atmosphere was full of suffocating tension. A tension that crackled between us, charging the air with an unmistakable heat. We were almost chest to chest—his breath mingling with the faint scent of his cologne lingering on his skin. I could feel the warmth radiating from his body, pulling me in like gravity.

Time felt suspended as he scrutinized my face, searching for honesty in my eyes. And then, without warning, his hand shot up, gripping my throat with a gentleness that belied his strength. I felt my heart race. I was trapped yet electrified; a paradox I could hardly understand.

“Say it,” he demanded, his voice low and steady, sending shivers down my spine. “Admit that you don’t want me to fuck you.”

The words hung thickly in the air, woven through my thoughts like a tangled cord. I wanted to deny it—to hold onto the shreds of my resolve. But the truth was there, dancing just out of reach. I could feel the heat pooling in the pit of my stomach, the yearning I had buried beneath annoyance and pride.

I opened my mouth to speak, but the words caught in my throat. I wanted to hate him for making me feel this way, for ghosting me, and for showing up like this with his magnetic pull. But I couldn’t shake the undeniable truth every second we stood here only deepened my desire for him.

His grip tightened slightly, pulling me closer to him. “You can’t lie to me,” he breathed, his eyes locked onto mine, dark and smoldering. “You want me…not him.”

A shaky breath escaped me, and I finally nodded, barely able to speak. “I—” I faltered, not wanting to make the admission, but it was too late. The warmth of his body pressed against mine ignited everything I had been trying to suppress, and I was suffocated by the truth.

He leaned closer, his lips brushing against mine. “Say it.”

A rush of vulnerability flooded through me, and I broke. “I want you to fuck me.” The admission slipped from my lips, both thrilling and terrifying.

Noah’s grip loosened, just enough for me to feel the shift as he realized the power he held. The annoyance morphed into a smirk as he stepped back, putting space between us but retaining an air of challenge.

“Was that so hard?” he asked, that familiar teasing smile, and spark in his gaze igniting a fire in my chest. “I-I’m sorry” I whimpered, not even sure what about, all I know is that I want him now, and if apologizing is what I have to do to have him, then I’ll do it a million times more.

His sheer dominance pulling me back into the orbit of his presence. In that moment, the game shifted. I was no longer the pursuer, but a willing participant in his teasing game.

I felt my heart race, a mixture of fear and exhilaration coursing through my veins as Noah’s grip on my throat loosened just enough for me to breathe but still held enough power that I didn't want to struggle.

He leaned in, finally kissing me with so much heat. The kiss was demanding, igniting a fire deep within me. I melted into the intensity, surrendering to the moment. As his hand flew into the back of my hair, pushing me down to my knees, my senses sharpened. The warmth of his presence enveloped me, and I could feel the weight of his gaze as he settled on the edge of the bed.

With one swift motion, he pulled me closer, positioning me between his thighs. His fingers tangled in my hair, a mix of lust and control flowing between us. I looked up at him, and my breath caught in my throat as our eyes locked—a swirling storm of desire and dominance mirrored in his gaze.

His thumb brushed against my bottom lip, a teasing gesture that made me whimper in response. It ignited something deep within me, a craving that begged to be satisfied. But amidst this whirlwind of emotions, he grounded me with a question that cut through the haze “What’s your safe word?”

My heart raced. The thrill was intoxicating, yet the responsibility of consenting to this moment made my body tingle with anticipation. “Red,” I breathed out, the word heavy with meaning. It was a signal of trust, a boundary I was both eager to explore and determined to protect.

Noah smiled, a predatory glint in his eyes. “Good choice.” His lips attacked mine again, before he pulled away, our lips barely brushing, his breath warm against them as he whispered, “now show me how sorry you are.”

I timidly nodded my head, before reaching for his pants pausing. I quickly looked up, nerves and insecurities suddenly filling my body. He must’ve noticed my sudden change in demeanor, as his hand softly cupped my cheek, bringing my eyes to look directly into his. “What is baby?”

His dominate aura suddenly changed, his voice now softer. His thumb rubbed against my cheek back and forth, waiting for my response. “I just- I’ve never done…” my sentence cut short, as anxiety of not being good enough entered my thoughts. His voice suddenly bringing me back to the present.

“Hey…I’ll help you..just take your time. Don’t force it okay?” I nodded, as all the bad thoughts started to slowly dissipate. I’m safe. He knows I’m new to this. This is why we are doing this. I gave myself a short pep talk, and reached for his pants again.

He slightly lifted his hips, as I dragged his pants and boxers down just enough. When is dick finally released from its confines, he sighed in relief. My eyes widened, at the sight. He was huge. I was instantly intimidated, but didn’t let it show. I carefully reached up, wrapping my hand around him, my already small hand looking even tinier compared to it.

I slowly stroked my hand, up and down his length as he groaned above me. “Fuck baby, just like that.” His praise gave me a new found confidence, as I slowly leaned down kitten licking his painfully red tip. He moaned again, his hand finding my hair once more, gripping it softly.

The sounds leaving his lips, only made me want to hear more. I opened my mouth wide, as I took him into my mouth as far as I could. Once he hit the back of my throat I hollowed my cheeks sucking softly, before dragging my lips back up. He threw his back, releasing another loud groan. “Holy fuck y/n..” I did it again, this time stroking the rest of him that my mouth couldn’t reach, with my hand.

His grip on my hair tightened, as I let him take control. I propped my hands on each of his muscular thighs, keeping my mouth hovering over his dick. In time, his hips were thrusting as he fucked my mouth.

I moaned, and gagged around him letting him use me as he pleased. My panties no doubt soaked at this point. Tears were falling down my cheeks, as he suddenly pulled my mouth off of him. With his grip still tight in my hair, he turned my face to the right. With tear filled eyes, I saw my reflection staring back at me. “Look at yourself” he hissed, his dominant side coming back out to play.

I was a mess. I had mascara streaked down my face, from my tears. My shimmery lips gloss smeared across my cheeks. My hair looked like I had walked through a wind storm….but I loved it. I felt sexy.

He pulled my face back towards him, as he leaned down shoving his tongue damn near down my throat. I whined, as I sucked his tongue softly. It drove him fucking crazy. He stood up, pulling me from the floor, and onto his bed.

When my back hit the mattress, he was on top of me instantly. He grabbed my shirt pulling it off, before basically ripping my bra from my body. Next went my skirt, and panties. Throwing them somewhere in the room, he leaned down taking my nipple in his mouth.

I gasped, as he softly sucked it while squeezing my other tit in his hand. I felt warmth spread across my skin the longer he sucked and nipped at my tits, each rough touch igniting a fire at my throbbing cunt. I shivered, turned on more than I have ever been in my life, a flush spreading across my cheeks as I caught his gaze.

Noah pulled back, his lips hovering tantalizingly close. His breath fanning my skin as he began to taunt me, his voice low and rough. “You like that baby?“ he whispered, the dominance in his voice sending shivers of anticipation down my spine. “You think he could have made you feel like this?.”

I opened my mouth to respond, to articulate the jumbled emotions swirling within me, but no words came. Instead, I shook my head slightly, my heart racing as I whimpered. He smirked, a knowing smile that made my breath hitch in my throat.

“Tell me what you want,” he demanded, his tone dropping an octave, lacing his words with a challenge. It was his way of pulling me deeper, inviting me to surrender myself completely. My mind raced through a hundred possibilities, and each one was wrapped in the comfort of him.

“You,” I managed to breathe out, the word escaping my lips like a secret.

“Good answer,” he said, his grin widening over a shared understanding. He leaned closer again, capturing my gaze with his, with a final kiss and I felt anchored, surrounded by his intensity.

He lightly drug his tongue, from between my breasts down my stomach, to the very top of my aching cunt. I groaned his name, softly bucking my hips up. He smiled, before poking his tongue out, and running slowly over my sensitive clit.

I gasped, arching my back against the mattress. My hands instantly finding his hair. “Fuck I’ve missed this pussy.” Before I could say another word, his two middle fingers sank into me. He wasted no time, pumping them hard and fast.

“Fuck Noahhhh.” I whined, as he continued his thrusts, his face coming to hover over mine. “This sweet pussy is mine, right baby? His voice still held that dominant tone, but almost sounded like a whine. Just that could have made explode, but I held back.

He snatched his fingers away, making my head shoot up in confusion, before his hand came down smacking my already throbbing pussy, with his hand. I gasped, my body tensing at the new found pleasure filling my body. “Answer me.”

He growled, shoving his fingers back into me. I nodded my head, before releasing a breathless “yes..” rutting my hips against his skilled fingers. Another smack landed on my clit, before his deep voice filled the air again. “Yes what?”

So lost in the feeling, I said the first thing that came to mind as I gasped at the sharp sting against my clit “Yessir” he smirked, sitting up on his knees. “Good girl.” His shoved his fingers into his mouth, groaning at my taste.

I whined at the loss of his touch, as he watched from above me. A cocky smirk on his face. “I’m not even touching you anymore, and you’re still going crazy for me.” I panted beneath him, meeting his dark eyes. “Please Noah…I need you.” I cried, desperately wanting to feel his touch again.

He wasted no more time, taking his shirt off and kicking his pants and underwear the rest of the way off, throwing them somewhere behind him. I marveled at his hard muscular body, completely covered in beautiful tattoos. He himself was a work of art, I couldn’t help but appreciate.

He leaned down, capturing my lips in another kiss, as we both just tasted each other. The rest of his body, lowered onto me. I widened my thighs as far as I could, so I could feel him completely. His hips bucked softly, dragging his cock through my folds at an achingly slow pace.

His lips left mine, as we both panted. He reached down, sliding an arm under the bend of my right knee pushing it up and against my chest. Spreading me open for him.

He just looked at me for a moment, trying to read my face. I quickly nodded, pulling him into a soft kiss. “Please” I whispered up at him, ready to finally feel him inside of me.

He dropped his head into the crook of my neck, leaving soft nips and kisses as he slowly pushed inside of. I groaned at the stretch, my pussy welcoming the new feeling. He groaned into my neck, the deeper he got.

Once he was completely bottomed out, he sat still. He pulled his face from my neck, the look in his eyes burning into mine. I could see the way he was fighting with himself not to lose control and fuck the shit out of me.

But I wanted him to. I loved the pleasure, and the pain that came with it. I nodded my head confidently, as his resolve started to crack. I brought his lips close to mine, brushing against them as I spoke. “Don’t hold back.”

His whole demeanor went dark, before he pulled his hips back, slamming them back against mine with a small grunt. I gasped, my nails clawing down his back. I felt so full, and never wanted to lose that feeling that only he could give me.

“You’re so fucking tight baby.” He groaned, as he continued roughly snapping his hips against mine. I whimpered, running my hands up his back and intertwining them behind his neck. He laid his forehead against mine, as we breathed each other in.

Suddenly he stopped, pulling out of me. I released a whine, at the sudden empty feeling. He grabbed my sides sliding me up to the middle of the mattress, before rolling me onto my side facing the mirror.

I was confused, before he quickly slid up behind me, pulling my body flush against his chest, and sliding back into me with a low groan. The sight was beautiful. He propped up on his elbow, so he could see over me, as his other hand grabbed my thigh lifting it up.

Holding my thigh up, gave me a clear view of his cock pumping in and out of me roughly. It was erotic, so hot. He has ruined me, in the best way possible. His eyes met mine in the mirror, as a smile slowly formed on his face. He thoroughly enjoyed the fucked out mess he saw in the mirror.

His hand that was holding my thigh, slowly slid up my body, as I kept it up myself, not wanting to lose the perfect view of him completely destroying my pussy. His hand continued its path up my body, pausing at my tit to give it a firm squeeze, before moving up again.

His large hand finally made it to its destination, firmly gripping my throat. He turned my head the slightest bit towards him, his lips brushing against my tear stained cheek as he roughly spoke. “Look how pretty you are, taking my cock like a good girl.”

Nothing but a whine of his name left my lips, too fucked out to form words. His thrusts sped up, his hips slapping against my ass, roughly. “So fucking pretty, huh? Say it.” He growled against my cheek, before turning my face back towards the mirror.

“Say it! His voice rose in volume, his thrusts never letting up. I panted, watching our bodies in the mirror, before staring myself in the face. “I’m— oh fuckkk- I’m so pretty.” I whined, as my eyes met his smirking face.

“Thats fucking right baby, my pretty little slut.” He breathed, his fingers tightening a bit more around my throat, slowing down my blood flow, making my head feel fuzzy. “ All fucking mine.” I nodded slightly the best I could, agreeing with him. Nobody would ever compare to Noah. I’ll forever be his.

After a few more rough thrusts of his hips, he pulled out again, shoving me onto my stomach, and pulling my hips up. His hand shoved my back down, making me arch my ass as high as I could. Without another word, he thrusted back into me.

His hips pounded into me, while he reached his hand around me rubbing his fingers against my clit. I pulled my face out of the sheets, catching his eyes in the mirror for the tenth time. Moaning at the sight of him. His brows were furrowed in pleasure, his face and body covered in a sheen of sweat.

His eyes blown out, almost black. His teeth caught his bottom lip, as he watched my face twist with pleasure. My jaw hung open, basically drooling. I could tell he loved the sight of me like this, which only egged him on.

“You gonna cum for me baby?” He asked, with an almost mocking tone. My eyes closed in bliss, before is other hand came down, leaving a harsh slap on my ass. My eyes shot back open, as they found the mirror again. “Fucking watch yourself. Watch yourself fall apart for me.” He grunted, as I kept my eyes on myself in the mirror.

I was a complete fucking wreck, and I loved it. His fingers pressed harder against my clit, and I felt my orgasm reaching its peak. “Fuck noah..yes yes yes please.” I cried out, as my body shook finally releasing all over him.

Noah groaned, as he continued fucking me through my high. My face fell into the mattress, as his thrusts became sloppy, finally finishing right after me. He groaned, as his hips slowly came to a stop. We were both panting loudly, as he bent forward, leaving a soft kiss on my spine.

He slowly pulled out, making me whine at the loss. I slowly turned over, both of us staring at each other before breaking into stupid smiles. I giggled as he pulled over to him, kissing my lips, nose, and forehead. He stood up, walking over to the bathroom, and grabbing a towel.

After wiping us off, he threw the towel in his hamper, and pulled on his boxers. He bent over grabbing his shirt, and walking over to me slipping it on me. I smiled, as he crawled back into bed, placing the blanket over us. I turned to face him, with a small smile. “Thank you.”

He smiled back before shaking his head. “Don’t thank me… I think we both know this was more than just me giving you a helping hand.” His hand came up, softly brushing a piece of hair from my face cupping my cheek. He leaned in placing a soft lingering kiss to my lips.

He pulled back, his thumb softly caressing my cheek. I smiled at him, softly nuzzling my face into his warm palm. He’s right. This was so much more than that….and I don’t mind it one bit.

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devilat-thedoor · 1 year ago

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What Is and What Should Never Be(teaser)

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@interstellar-shores and @sanguinebats convinced me to just share it… I wrote this scene for a chapter in my upcoming Twin fic ‘What Is and What Should Never Be.’ I’m sososo excited about this one and I want everyone to be excited with me🥹 but to avoid spoiling any of the plot, I’ve left this at just pure smut. The only context I will give is that Jake calls her ‘peach’ because she was wearing a shirt like this when he met her, and Olivia (OC) is another employee at the twin’s record store. I’m adding the taglist, but you don’t have to read if you don’t want to! I’m aiming to have Chapter 1 out this week💖 but as always, feedback is welcome🤍🤍

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI absolutely no plot, just filth. Dom!Jake/Toxic!Jake. Oral(m receiving). Degradation kink. Unprotected Sex. Reader Discretion Advised😁

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The only thing you could focus on was the way his lips moved over your skin, leaving a wet trail in their wake. You grasped at his shirt, trying to pull him closer as he slowly walked you backwards. The back of your thighs hit the mattress and his lips found yours again, kissing you hard as he pushed you to lay on your back and crawled over you. “Why does your bed sit so high?” The question came as he broke away to yank your shirt over your head, exposing your bare breasts to the cool air in his room.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your leggings, peeling them down slowly. “No panties either?” He tsked, “And you went to work like this?” You bit your lip with a shrug, curious as to what he might do. Once he had you fully nude, he stepped back to gaze upon you. Your eyes flicked down, locking on the bulge in his jeans, his cock begging to be freed. Jake snapped his fingers, regaining your attention, “You really wanna know why my bed is this high, peach?”

You sat up on your elbows and cocked an eyebrow at him, giving him your brattiest attitude, “Why else would I have asked the fucking question, Jake?” His face dropped and you watched his eyes darken. The warning look he was giving you was enough to set your insides on fire, but you kept going, egging him on, “Are you just gonna stare at me or is there a point to this conversation?”

His lips twisted into a menacing smirk as he walked around to the other side of the bed. You were still laying across the mattress, only moving your head to follow his path. Jake stopped, standing behind you now as you looked up at him. Suddenly, his hands were gripping you under the arms, pulling you towards him until your shoulders were at the very edge of the bed and your head was hanging off the side, upside down. He chuckled as you let out a small gasp and stared up at him.

“Jake… What are you doing?” You watched him unbuckle his belt and pop the button on his jeans, abruptly aware of the position you were in. He pushed his pants down, kicking them to the side and revealing his hard cock. You licked your lips as he wrapped his hand around himself, giving a few pumps.

He brought his free hand up, fingers dancing along your jaw with a light touch, “Do you trust me?” Jake inched closer, the head of his length brushing against your parted lips. You mumbled a quiet ‘yeah’ and flicked your tongue out, tasting him. “I need to really hear you say it, peach.” His hand went to the back of your head, lifting it so you could meet his eyes, “Tell me you trust me, baby.”

“I do, Jake. I trust you.” A smile tugged at his lips at your admission.

He crouched down, gently letting your head dangle again, and pressed his lips to yours. It was awkward being upside down, but your tongues licked against one another and the way he bit down on your bottom lip made you clench your thighs in need. “If it’s too much,” Jake grabbed your hand, nipping the tip of your index finger between his teeth, “tap my leg with these pretty little fingers, okay?”

You couldn’t contain the excitement coursing through you, “Okay.” The anticipation had your chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Open up for me.” He dropped your hand as he stood up, stroking himself again. You obeyed, holding your mouth open. He guided his tip past your lips and halted as his opposite hand flattened across your sternum, “Relax. You gotta slow your breathing, Y/N.” Squeezing your eyes shut, you tried to focus enough to gain a shred of composure. Once he was satisfied he pushed himself a little further, gliding along your tongue. “Softer than the finest silk…” He drew out carefully and dove back in, muttering obscenities as you allowed your tongue to roll over his hot flesh. His palm lifted from your torso and you could feel his fingertips ghosting upwards, between your breasts, dipping into the hollow of your neck. Jake finally bottomed out, his cock nestled snug in your throat while his fingers continued their trail, stopping at your neck. He remained still, buried in your mouth, as his thumb stroked down the length of your esophagus. You fought the gag that threatened its way up, swallowing it back down. His hand curled around your throat as it fluttered around his dick, “I can feel myself right here, peach…” Jake added the smallest amount of pressure to your neck, “Remember what I said if it’s too much.” He pulled out almost fully, holding your face in both of his hands now, and drove his cock back into your mouth with force. He set an unrelenting pace, completely enveloped in the wet warmth of your mouth. The blood was rushing to your head as your eyes rolled back and you hummed against him, letting your tongue vibrate over his length. He leaned over you, his hands moving to your tits to squeeze them. “You’re doing so fucking well…” A strangled grunt caught in his chest, “Swallowing my cock like a good little whore.” He punctuated the last word with a sharp thrust and the gag you’d been fighting had finally ripped free as your throat spasmed around his head. If you could see his face, you’d have caught the proud grin spreading over it as he repeated the action. Another hard snap of his hips, met with a gag and a cough that sent a gush of thick saliva through your lips, coating his dick and dripping down your face. The added spit allowed him to slip in and out of your mouth with ease. Your chest was heaving as you fought to catch your breath but Jake didn’t slow his rhythm. “Can’t make those bratty remarks while you’re choking on me, can you, peach?” His cocky attitude sent a flood of arousal to your core as you writhed on the bed, fists gripping at the duvet. Your vision was cloudy and you weren’t sure if it was from the blood filling your head or the mixture of tears and spit in your eyes. Jake pushed himself the whole way in until the prickly shaved patch of hair met your chin, “Take it. Fucking gag on it.” He stayed in place, feeling your throat pulse around him with every gag. He was so close, his cock twitching against your tongue, but the throbbing in your head was too much to bear anymore. “God, you feel like fucking heav-.” His words were cut short by your hand shooting up and tapping against his thigh. He pulled himself from your mouth without hesitation and slid his hands under your shoulders, lifting you into a sitting position. Jake climbed onto the bed to sit beside you, rubbing his hand down your back as you coughed through gasping breaths. “You alright?” He asked once you were calmed down. You answered with a meek nod, wiping at your face with the backs of your hands. He pulled his t-shirt off, offering it to you to clean the rest of your face and you took it, swiping away the remnants of spit and tears. “You couldn’t hold on just a little longer?” He joked as his hand slid along your thigh, stopping just before his fingers could reach your cunt.

You responded with a laugh, “Oh gee, I’m sorry I didn’t just let myself pass out so you could finish in my throat, Jake. My bad.” You pushed his hand from your body and turned your back to him with a smirk, knowing your attitude would get under his skin. “Maybe you’d enjoy this more with Olivia… or what is it you called her?” You looked back at him over your shoulder, “Your gold star?”

He was clenching his jaw as you looked away from him again, “Cut the fucking brat act and c’mere.” His aggressive tone clashed with the gentle way his hand circled your wrist. You let him pull you towards him, “Liv is a solid bronze compared to you, peach.” You crawled into his lap, straddling him as he praised you, “You’re fucking golden…” His hand weaved into your hair, guiding your mouth onto his. The kiss deepened and you reached between your bodies, adjusting your position and grasping Jake’s cock to align it with your entrance. He disconnected from your lips, dropping his gaze to where you hovered over his length, and his cocky demeanor was back, “Y’gonna keep running that smart mouth or are you gonna be a good girl and fuck me?” You answered his inquiry by sinking onto him slowly, feeling him stretch your pussy. He sucked in a sharp breath when you were fully seated on him.

Giving yourself a moment to adjust to his thickness, you pushed his hair from his face with a sweet smile, “You love my smart mouth, baby…” You raised yourself up only to drop back down on his throbbing dick. He leaned back on his hands, watching you go to work on him. The way your tits bounced as you rode him and the noises your bodies made with every drop of your hips, he couldn’t get enough of it. He was in pure ecstasy, his head thrown back, jaw hanging open as he fought back the moans that wanted out. You moved faster, grabbing his shoulders and opting for a grinding motion, “Suddenly you don’t have much to say, Jakey…” You eyed him with a mischievous glint.

His head snapped up at your comment, “And suddenly, I’m sick of hearing you talk.” In a flash, he had you on your back. You hit the bed with a thud as a squeal rippled from your mouth. Jake hooked your right leg around his waist, holding it there while his right hand came up to your chin, fitting three of his fingers against your tongue. You couldn’t contain the whimpers and whines that bubbled out around his digits as he took control, driving you into the mattress with each powerful thrust. He let out a low laugh, “Yeah, you just keep making those sweet, pathetic sounds while you take my cock.” His fingers kept you mute of all words, not that you’d be able to form a coherent sentence anyway. You squeezed around him, causing his movements to stutter, and he pulled his hand from your mouth to support his weight as he leaned over you, fucking you deeper.

You pulled your left leg up, spreading wider for him, “F-fuck. Right there, baby.” His hand left your leg, traveling downward to grasp your hip. “Jake…” You gasped his name, your voice oozing with desperation. His eyes met yours, his brows drawn together in a questioning gaze. Your hands cupped his face, pulling him closer to you as you held eye contact, “Finish in me.”

Jake began to slow his hips, unsure if he’d heard you correctly, “Y/N…”

You wrapped your legs around him, holding him tightly against you as you repeated yourself, “Finish in me so I can go back to work with the reminder of who owns me. Who owns my pussy…” His lips were crashing into yours fervently as his hips started moving with more power.

He was panting hard as he hovered over you, “God, You make the dirtiest words sound so fucking pretty.” Now he was really moving, deep grunts leaving his throat with each mind blowing stroke. “You gonna go back to work with no panties on? Just letting my cum leak down your thighs like a filthy slut?” His thumb found your clit, rolling over the sensitive bud with just enough pressure to push you to the edge. Your hands went to his back, nails dragging over his flesh as you clenched around him. “Shit, baby… Keep squeezing me like that and you’ll get exactly what you want.” Jake was gritting his teeth and you could tell he was fighting his climax off. His thumb moved quicker over your clit and you squeezed his cock again, “Let me fucking have it, peach. I know you’re right there, I want it.” He pulled his hips back, almost removing himself from your cunt, and slammed back in, surely hitting your cervix.

All the air left your lungs in a second as your eyes rolled back. You clawed at Jake’s skin, your mouth hanging open as your orgasm hit. The way your pussy fluttered around his length, soaking him, he couldn’t hold it together anymore. His head dropped to the crook of your neck as he came, his sticky release coating your walls. He was murmuring against your skin while your hands mindlessly rubbed down his back, easing him into a state of calm. A smile broke over your face but when you opened your mouth to speak, your phone began ringing on the bed beside you. You glanced at the screen and then the digital clock on Jake’s nightstand, a panic rising in your chest, “It’s Josh… My lunch break was over 15 minutes ago, get up, Jake.” He groaned, the sound muffled against your skin, but made no attempt to move. You pushed at his shoulders and wiggled beneath him, trying to buck his body off of your own, “Jake, I have to go, I can’t afford to lose my job.”

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houseofauggie · 2 years ago

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Yandere!Neytiri (+ Jake)

Neytiri’s distaste for humans begins and ends with you. She hates humanity for how they treated you but she adores you endlessly.

She wasn’t initially so kind to you. Not when you started by trespassing on what she considered her territory. After capturing you, however, she softened and would go against Eywa to keep you as hers.

That’s when she developed her yandere tendencies, she never displayed them prior to meeting you.

Now though, she refuses to let you out of her sight.

In the beginning you managed to escape twice, caught both times and the punishments weren’t pretty. The first time Neytiri was more lenient and you were only sore when sitting for about three days, though she kept you in her sight and her hands constantly on you for weeks after that.

Your second escape came around the time she started letting her guard down, a mistake she would only make once.

You managed to evade her for two weeks during that attempt, hiding in abandoned RDA facilities.

When she caught you, she made sure you learned your lesson, going way beyond the bounds of her first punishment. In fact, she didn't even stop when you cried your first tears.

After that, something in you broke and you clung to her with every fiber of your being. The way she truly craved.

+ Jake

She’s managed to keep you hidden from Jake thus far, but in the case that he finds out: expect twice the trouble.

Eywa help you if you ever manage to escape. They'll never stop searching.

hello again i am back. lemme know if you guys would enjoy a part two of reader's escape attempts bc i wanna write them 🥹 anyways take this shit headcanon while i procrastinate on both my meet the oc post and my homework 🙃 which will i do first? we shall see.

as always, requests are open and encouraged bc I am a fiend for other peoples creative thoughts :) yes I will use both emojis and emoticons together, fight me.

august xx

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forjongseong · 10 months ago

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knock, knock!

nanaaa, its been so long ahh 🥹 i’ve seen that you’ve updated your carmesí series and GODDD it was that good?! beforehand, i know i’ve missed out on a lot so i had to backtrack and read from where i was up to before 😭😭✋🏼 (didn’t remember what ep but then i remembered i wrote it down in my notes and i’m sooo glad i did ssjdhsis) i just wanted to start off with how are youu? i hope you’re doing well, eating well, drinking well, taking care of yourself well! i’ve been offline n online here and there and i miss a lot of my favourite people on here, including you </3 i’ve missed my v v talented tante sm :(( i hope we can talk again 🫶🏼 (in fact, jays been hitting different lately and the recent ep made it sm WORSE. its raining heavily down there girl, let me breathe lord have mercy)

OKAY SO,— ouh the butterflies the fucking butterflies. who doesn’t want husband! secretary jay hello??? the way hes so incredibly ARGHHGGHH i can’t even describe how hubby he is like i want him like this is so bad for me pls. and the way hes always comforting his beloved wife and just genuinely loving her, taking care of her throughout the ep got me GIGGLING KICKING MY FEET i had to put my phone down to calm MYSELF down. god when can i have a man like him. “You look very fuckable, husband.” PLEASE. WHEN DOES HE NOT???? you always devour w the spicy scenes it got me.. ykwim.. and don’t even get me started w that little present he got her like i had so much fun reading that part bye.

the way he shows his love for her— the way they show it to each other through everything i might cry (i did) my heart instantly melted, i love everything about them 🥺🥺 and the ending omg!! 😭✋🏼 i was so excited for them ☹️ (although i already knew it was bound to happen i was so happy) i’m horrendously downbad for this man 🧎🏻‍♀️ its insane how talented you are and the amount of hard work you put into the series i could never??

eh tau ga, pas mereka di jakarta buat gda, yk i was supposed to be in indo at that time but pasporku abis bodooooo 😭 i need to renew it asap sihdjwhdjsvm i wanted to cry like i watched the live & videos and everything and all i thought to myself was I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THERE ughrugrjugu theres still a next time, (maybe LMAO) but we should go together and meet up one day 🥹🫶🏼

ahh i know this feedback (its honestly just me yapping and ranting ab how much i love the seriesjanishaid) doesn’t seem like a lot but i hope yk i’m still a sucker for the carmesí series forever n ever ‼️ i’ll keep rereading every ep if i have to (i will bae dw) i’m proud of you nana!! i’ll be cheering for you from afar always <3 🤍

who's there? BOYNEXTDOOR--

so glad to see YOU in my inbox after experiencing a major loss of moots going on hiatus and never ever coming back coughORIcough anyways!

I don't blame you if you had to backtrack because it took ME a long time to reread everything because I literally forgot where I left it?? and then I didn't wanna repeat or write similar smut scenes so I'm like... what...?? BUT I'M SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO UPDATE

props to YOU for having it written in notes omg notes app is superior I use it for everything! but you making notes of my fanfic just makes me feel important 🙏 I hope you're doing well too! still in Brisbane I assume?

GLAD YOU LIKE THE PRESENT! that TOY is based on a real life device I have seen and I am considering buying BHAHAHA but I don't have a partner to use it on me so I am sadddddd when is Jay gonna be my partner irl you know what I'm sayin

it's okay, I didn't watch GDA either, and I went to PS in the afternoon only to find out Jake and Jungwon went later in the evening lol definisi ga jodoh, but glad Jay didn't make an appearance anywhere otherwise I will be jumping into Sungai Ciliwung

I don't mind ANY type of feedback even if it's just you yapping! thank you so much for being such a loyal reader of carmesi a.k.a carmesimp since day 1. your support means A LOT to me! and don't hesitate to drop by my ask box any time you want.

#nanaanswers #nanafeedbacks #fic: medialuna #from.val #brisbane bestie val

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Omg, Liam wiping away Jake’s tears when they meet is adorable, so so cute that I wanna cry!

🥹🥹

We all wanna cry, Mana.

There's a lot of Jake and Liam interactions in upcoming chapters that will make you want to have a baby, I'm just saying HAHA

#top gun maverick #seeing red

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seitmai · 7 months ago

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So many thoughts that I put it under the cut lol

It ends when she gets a text. An emergency, she tells him, and Bob is too smart and perceptive to buy the lie. But he’s a gentleman, so he nods seriously and offers to drive her home or wherever she’s needed, which she declines. He pays the bill of their abortive dinner, and he pretends not to notice how his date practically skips out of the restaurant and into the waiting car of a friend.

🥺🥺🥺

Nat puts a hand on his shoulder and gives him a comforting squeeze. “I’m sorry, Bob,” she says. “Her loss,” Rooster offers.

Rooster is so right!!

The first pair that Jake sidles up to is a bust, but it’s not Bob’s fault: Jake had hooked up with the one woman before, forgotten about it completely. He’s moments from getting a drink tossed in his face when Bob tugs him away from the danger and they pull back, reevaluate.

Of course Jake has hooked up with one woman and forgot lmao

For one, you’ve fallen in with Bob Floyd, the most gentlemanly man a drunk, single girl could come across. He’d never take advantage, and in fact, he’ll end up driving you home at the end of the night, getting you into your apartment. He will take your shoes off of you, tuck you into your bed, and press a glass of water and a couple of ibuprofen on you before he sees himself out.

Ahhhh he is so dreamy 🥰🥹

You’re drunk and Bob is sad, and you’re staring at him with wide eyes that glitter in the low light of the bar, so he tells you. He tells you about his terrible date, the latest in a string of terrible dates, that he’s been single for so long and he’s not entirely convinced he’ll ever meet someone, that he’s too scrawny, that his glasses are terrible (one date called them serial killer glasses), that he’s too reserved to ever catch the eye of a woman, too unremarkable looking, let alone—

😭😭😭

Paired with his absolutely great character- chefs kiss 💋🥰

“Not at all. It’s just that smart, beautiful, and sweet? Do you understand the power you have?” He keeps his tone light, teasing, but he’s in over his head with this: he’s definitely going to fall in love before last call.

Same Bob, same🥰

It makes him feel sick because he’d never take advantage. It makes him sick that the world, being what the world is, makes this fear lance through the whiskey fumes in your head.

🥺🥺🥺

He’s unsure how to handle it; if he seems too casual, you might miss his interest. If he comes on too strong, he might scare you off.

Bob is probably the only man that could never come on too strong, I wanna hug him and keep him

He shakes his head, tries to wave you off, but you squeeze him again. You don’t let him shrug off your thanks. You don’t let him downplay his goodness.

Yes yes yes!!! He needs this! He won't get away with playing off his goodness!

It’s Nat—it’s always Nat, with her no-nonsense lens into the mystique of her fellow women—who smacks some sense into him.

Of course it's Nat! She's just the best, even if its some tough love🫶🏻

Of course Bob overthinks it. Bob overthinks everything.

Lol same

“It’s always polite to take a gift, Bob.” She rolls her eyes, heaves a sigh. “And it’s always polite to, you know. Shower. Show up fresh-smelling and neat. Jesus Christ. Just go.”

I just know you can always count on Nat, in every situation 👏🏻

Almost. He leans into his WSO work, studies you closely like you’re a dashboard of lights and alarms and switches. He watches you a little closer, and he sees the way your throat bobs when you swallow a mouthful of wine, like you’re swallowing past a lump or going all dry-mouthed on him. He sees the deep breaths you take, the way you press the back of your hand to your neck, like you’re flushed and trying to calm yourself. “You’re nervous,” he blurts out when he realizes it for sure, and you pause in where you’re lifting the wine glass to your mouth and stare at him. “I am.” It’s that simple. No mind games, no coy pretending.

I just LOVED this part sooo much! 😍🥰

“And I like just-you,” you tell him. “Like-like, I mean. I wanted to tell you so tonight.” His heart does that wicked little stutter in his chest, but he squeezes your hand. “Sounds like you just told me then.” “Guess so.” You watch him, and your smile seems tremulous again, so Bob replies, “I like you too.”

🥹🥰🥹🥰

It’s that simple. After you each put yourself through your own overthinking hell, each suffering through your own sleepless nights and needless worrying about dumb things like friend zones, it comes down to a moment so simple that it’s stupid: just the two of you holding hands as you confess your mutual feelings matter-of-factly.

Urgh I love this and need it in my real life 🥰

“It’s not. Fuck, it’s not!” He raises his voice, winces at how shrill he sounds, and the dam in him breaks. Something in him dislodges, and it all spills out: every mean, rotten thing he’s ever thought about himself. Every bit of unfair criticism, every insult and slight and how his own insecurity has twisted it all into a crippling imposter syndrome. How he only ever feels competent at his job but how he struggles with everything else, and now how he’s fucked it all up with you because he’s overthinking, always trapped in the own tangled maze of his mind, always waiting for the other shoe to drop because he’s not good enough, he can’t even get hard even with you looking like a dream—

No no no, oh poor Bob 🥺😭

The antidote to Bob’s awful overthinking, as it turns out, is your care and praise.

I can work with that 😌😏

It probably seems like a cliché, like the pretty girl in a movie who somehow never realized she was pretty, but Bob has never really considered his size. He’s been around plenty of other penises through the course of his career, but he’s never exactly eyed up other men and measured himself against them. The handful of women he’s slept with never said anything so he assumed he was average, but you praise him here too—you tell him he has a beautiful cock, and Bob blushes at the compliment. He’d never call it beautiful, but when you wrap your palm around his shaft and grip him gently, he’d agree to any adjective you might offer, so long as you never let him go.

🥵🥵🥵

And he deserves all the compliments

And every time doubt starts to creep in—he should be touching you too, he should be making you feel good too—you hush him, you still his mouth by kissing him, and you tell him that he has all the time in the world for touching you, but he should let you take care of him now.

😌😌😌

I loved this story so much!!! 👏🏻🫶🏻🥰

It's That Simple

Day 16: Praise Kink (Bob Floyd x F!Reader)

(For the 2023 Kinktober event that I created on my own because I am boring and basic and am trying to keep it simple this year...found here!)

CW: Light angst, kinda (Bob gets deflated); talk of panic attacks and self-doubt; smut (handjob); 18+ only.

Word Count: 5656

AN: This was requested by an anon!

AN2: If you've been around a bit, you know the drill: this isn't edited or re-read or beta'ed.

It’s another terrible first date.

Bob struggles to even snag a first date. He’s unassuming; he lacks the swagger and extroversion to stroll up to a woman and talk her up. Most of his dates are obtained from other members of the Daggers—double dates, set-ups, stuff like that.

The latest one was set up by Fanboy, a friend of his sister. Within moments of meeting his date, Bob knows it’ll be a mess: she makes a face when she greets him at the door, and it goes downhill from there.

He should go home to lick his wounds. Another failed date, another night alone. He sees the stretch of his life in front of him and despairs that he’ll ever meet someone, and he should go home to sulk, but he goes to the Hard Deck instead.

He might as well break the news to Fanboy, at least, and maybe Nat can cheer him up with her usual sarcastic humor.

-----

The Hard Deck is as packed as always, and Bob—in his date clothes of dress pants and a button down shirt—stands out among the uniformed pilots and fellow wizzos. He finds the Dagger Squad, confesses his failure to Fanboy, then settles into a stool near Nat and Rooster.

Nat puts a hand on his shoulder and gives him a comforting squeeze. “I’m sorry, Bob,” she says.

“Her loss,” Rooster offers.

Bob shrugs. It’s not anyone’s loss but his, but he offers them a weak smile that fools neither of them.

It’s Hangman who sidles up to Bob, and in an uncharacteristic moment of thoughtfulness, the cocky pilot offers to be his wingman—which makes Bob laugh, and it comes out laced with some bitterness.

“No offense, Bagman, but you’d be a terrible wingman,” Bob says.

“What? Why?”

Bob lifts his hands in a helpless shrug. “Because you’re….you. And I’m not like you at all.”

“So?”

He scoffs in frustration at Bagman being so obtuse. As if any woman would look at Bob if he walked up to them with Jake at his side. It’d be like an Aston Martin rolling up alongside an old Honda Civic, and that’s the analogy he uses to make Jake understand. But Jake shakes his head, clasps him on his shoulders and gives him a friendly shake.

“Nah, Baby on Board. You got it all wrong. You just need some confidence.” Another teeth-rattling shake. “Trust me, there’s a girl out there for you. C’mon.”

Bob finds himself powerless to resist as Jake pushes him off of his stool, then shoves him gently in the direction of the crowded bar.

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The second pair is a bust too. The first woman doesn’t even let Jake get the full sentence out before she’s wagging her ring finger in his face.

“Married,” she says, her words clipped. “Move along, sailor.”

The third pair? The third pair works out. Jake hones in on one immediately, a blonde with big doe eyes, but the second one—you—rolls her eyes at him.

But when you turn to study Bob, you don’t roll your eyes. You hold out a hand, introduce yourself, ask for his rank, then pat the empty chair beside you.

“Settle in, Lieutenant,” and your smile is easy. “Let’s chat while we watch your friend strike out, huh?”

-----

It turns out you’re drunk, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing.

For another thing, Bob Floyd has fallen in with you, the most fiercely sweet drunk that a down-on-himself man could come across. You’re one of those loud cheerleader types when you drink; the kind of woman who chats up other women in the bathroom, who tells them they’re beautiful, that you love them. With your friend and Jake otherwise engaged, Bob finds himself caught in the tractor beam of your charm.

“You look sad,” you tell him around the rim of your glass. “Are you sad?”

You’re drunk and Bob is sad, and you’re staring at him with wide eyes that glitter in the low light of the bar, so he tells you. He tells you about his terrible date, the latest in a string of terrible dates, that he’s been single for so long and he��s not entirely convinced he’ll ever meet someone, that he’s too scrawny, that his glasses are terrible (one date called them serial killer glasses), that he’s too reserved to ever catch the eye of a woman, too unremarkable looking, let alone—

“No!” You cut him off by exclaiming it, a near-shout, and your hand finds his forearm and grips him there. “You’re gorgeous, Bill! Don’t even say you aren’t!”

He grins despite himself. “It’s Bob. But thanks. I mean, it’s nice of you to say—”

“Bob. Yes. Sorry. Bob, not Bill. I say it because it’s true.” You release your hold on his arm and sit back in your chair, your eyes narrowed now as you study him closer. You’re quiet for a long beat, and Bob squirms under your attention, but then you tell him more and he swears he breaks out in a full-body blush.

“You’re gorgeous, really,” you tell him. “It’s just that you have a sneakier handsomeness, you know? Like, that one there—” You gesture broadly at Jake. “—He’s, like, Ken-doll handsome. Like, he catches your eye because it’s all symmetrical and stuff, and he’s fine, but symmetry can be boring and someone like you, it’s sneaky. You have a nice face, and these nice blue eyes, and nice hair, and I bet people think about you after the fact like, ‘oh, that Bob guy, he’s not bad at all,’ and then even later it’s like, ‘oh, Bob, he’s pretty handsome.’ Because you’re that sneaky sort of handsome and that’s the worst damned kind.”

Bob isn’t entirely tracking what you mean, but he shakes his head at the unearned praise, and he can’t stop the smile that’s plastered on his face. He probably looks like a dope.

“Why’s that the worst kind?” he asks.

“Because it’s deadly!” You lean forward again, put your hand on his arm again. “Sneaky-handsome guys are like a virus because by the time you realize they’ve infected you, it’s too late.”

Bob chuckles. “I’m a virus? Suddenly my night has gotten worse, somehow.”

“No, not at all. It’s just…” You trail off, polish off your drink. You wave down Penny for another. “It’s just that you sneaky-handsome types never understand the power you have. Ken-doll over there knows he’s hot, and by the mere fact of him knowing he’s hot, he loses a considerable amount of hotness. But you have no idea you’re handsome, and that makes you even hotter.”

“I think there’s a string of women in the San Diego area that would disagree with your assessment,” Bob replies. “But I appreciate the compliment, nonetheless.”

“Oh, them.” You flap a hand, a dismissive wave. “There’s a lot of idiots in the world, Bob. You can’t let a string of women in the San Diego area make you feel bad.”

“I guess I just need to find someone who isn’t an idiot.”

“Ah, well!” You set your drink down and wave your hands in front of yourself in a ta-da sort of flourish. “Cal Tech graduate, Bobby. I work for NASA.”

He feels a warm flush at you calling him Bobby. “You’re a rocket scientist? Definitely not an idiot, then.”

“Astrobiologist, actually. And only an idiot sometimes, but never when it comes to the sneaky-handsome men here at the Hard Deck.”

Bob shakes his head, a little embarrassed at how much he likes you, a drunk stranger, talking him up. He tries to dial it back, afraid he’s going to fall in love before last call.

“You’re way too smart for me, then,” he tells you.

That makes you arch an eyebrow at him. “You afraid of smart women, Bobby?”

Of course he is. His question makes you laugh, a warm sound that knocks free the lump in his chest from his earlier failed date. Your laughter makes him feel drunk even though he hasn’t touched a drop; he feels warm and light and big-headed at how kind you’ve been to him, how sweet, but your laughter is the sound that makes him fall in love with you.

-----

The two of you stay until last call. Bagman and your friend disappear hours before then, and you shrug at Bob, say you called it all wrong, that you didn’t think Jake was your friend’s type.

Bob drives you home. You’re unsteady on your feet, so he hovers near you, but you manage reasonably well until it’s time to unlock your door. He watches you try it, then he reaches out and takes the keys from your hand.

It’s the first time he touches you.

He gets you inside. He gets you to your bedroom, and you flop gracelessly across the mattress, and Bob immediately goes into caretaker mode. He slides your shoes off of you, sets them in a neat row by your closet. He makes his way to your kitchen, gets you a glass of water, then stops in the bathroom. He rummages through your medicine cabinet—you use the same brand of toothpaste as he does, the same type of toothbrush, and Bob marvels at the strange intimacy of learning these things, the everyday things that not everyone is privy to about you. He finds some ibuprofen and shakes two out, then takes them and the water back to you.

You’re already drifting off to sleep, and Bob has to cajole you into sitting up. He gets you perched on the side of the bed and gives you the pills and water, which you take without complaints. He takes the empty glass back from you, and then there’s a moment—

—you sit on the edge of your bed and Bob stands over you, and you look up at him with your bleary eyes and he sees fear. You’re understanding what you’ve done, maybe: you’ve invited a strange man back to your place and you’re drunk, and he could do anything, and Bob sees the flicker of uncertainty, the beginning of fear in your eyes. It makes him feel sick because he’d never take advantage. It makes him sick that the world, being what the world is, makes this fear lance through the whiskey fumes in your head.

He reaches down to the foot of your bed where there’s a blanket neatly folded. He shakes it out, urges you to lie down, and when you do, he covers you up.

“Be sure to drink more water when you wake up,” he tells you softly.

The nascent fear fades out of your expression, and it’s replaced by a loose, goofy grin. You free a hand from under the blanket and give him a sloppy salute. “Aye, aye, captain.”

Bob sees himself out but not before he’s struck with a bit of brave optimism. He sees the little whiteboard by your refrigerator, and he writes out his name and his number. He drives home and sends up a silent prayer that his sneaky-handsome virus has already infected you, charmed as he is by your earnestly drunken (albeit clunky) analogy from earlier in the evening.

He wakes up the next morning and feels less hopeful. He queues up a playlist and sets out on his morning run, but his morning pessimism is misplaced: you call him a mile into his run, and Bob stutters in his steps to hear your voice—a little rough, but sunny nonetheless.

“I’m looking for a guy named Bobby,” you tell him over the phone, and he can hear the smile in your voice. “Lieutenant Blue Eyes.”

-----

The two of you make plans to meet up at the Hard Deck, but you don’t call it a date so Bob doesn’t either. He’s in unfamiliar territory: things have always been a date or not a date in the past, but he’s noticed that many of his Dagger teammates speak in looser terms—meeting up, hanging out—with potential partners. He’s unsure how to handle it; if he seems too casual, you might miss his interest. If he comes on too strong, he might scare you off.

He decides to just turn up in his uniform, as he usually does, and when he arrives at the Hard Deck, you are already there. You’re perched in a bar stool and chatting to Penny, but when he strolls in, you see him.

You smile at him as he walks over to you, but then you shake your head in a mock-rueful way.

“Oh, no,” you say as you hop off of your stool. You open your arms and Bob steps into them, and you hug him warmly like you’re old friends. “I thought maybe it was just whiskey-goggles that night, but you really are cute.”

Bob chuckles. He releases you, then takes the stool beside yours. “Well, I’ve been downgraded. You called me handsome that night,” he points out.

“Sneaky-handsome, actually.”

“There seems to be a whole spectrum here that I was never privy to.”

You wave down Penny who comes and takes your orders. Once your drinks are in front of you—a hard cider for you, a shandy for Bob—you click your glass against his.

“Here’s to the sneaky-handsome men of the world,” you say.

Bob ducks his head and grins “And to the rocket scientists,” he adds.

A date or not a date…the evening passes in a blink, and you leave Bob that night entirely sober after long conversations and a lot of easy laughter. You pull him in for another hug before you part, and this hug lingers longer than the hug you gave him as a greeting. When you pull away, though, you gaze at him with a somber expression.

“I wanted to thank you for the other night,” you tell him. “For being a gentleman when you took me home.”

“Of course.”

“No, I mean it.” Your hands on his upper arms squeeze him a little firmer. “You could have taken advantage, and you didn’t. You’re a good one, Bob.”

He shakes his head, tries to wave you off, but you squeeze him again. You don’t let him shrug off your thanks. You don’t let him downplay his goodness.

“You are a good man, Bob,” you repeat, and you stare at him, like you’re daring him to disagree.

Bob, who finds that you’re something of a force to be reckoned with, wouldn’t dare to disagree.

-----

He’s still not entirely clear if this is dating or not. Neither of you actually says the word. You text each other steadily, and you meet up sometimes at the Hard Deck, but your schedule isn’t great and Bob’s is even worse. He worries that he’s missed his chance. When he talks about it to the other Daggers, Hangman rolls his eyes and tells Bob he should have taken his shot earlier, that Bob is pretty much friend-zoned now, but Nat rolls her eyes at that and says he’s overthinking it.

Of course Bob overthinks it. Bob overthinks everything.

He doesn’t know yet that you overthink everything too. That you are going through your own pangs of regret, that you think you’ve missed your chance too, that your friends circle around you too and give you tough-love pep talks to build up your courage to take the lead on this burgeoning thing with Bob.

And ultimately, Bob’s hunch that you’re a force to be reckoned with is correct. In the end, you take charge.

-----

You end up inviting him over for dinner on a night when your schedules align, and Bob overthinks that too.

What if it’s a date-date, and he turns up too casual, with nothing in his hands—no wine, no flowers? Or the opposite—what if he dresses up a little, brings you a mixed bouquet, and it’s just a casual friends-type thing?

Bob has no idea how he can manage the systems on a sophisticated plane because his brain grinds to a painful halt the moment he starts to contemplate this dinner at your place. It’s Nat—it’s always Nat, with her no-nonsense lens into the mystique of her fellow women—who smacks some sense into him.

“Wear a nice shirt, shower beforehand, and take a bottle of wine,” she tells him.

“But what if—”

“It’s always polite to take a gift, Bob.” She rolls her eyes, heaves a sigh. “And it’s always polite to, you know. Shower. Show up fresh-smelling and neat. Jesus Christ. Just go.”

So Bob turns up at your apartment, a mid-tier bottle of wine in his sweaty hand. Freshly showered, a daub of cologne behind his ears, and a nice blue button-down that brings out his eyes.

And it’s a good thing he took Nat’s advice too, because you open the door in the sweetest sundress, and there’s music softly playing and the most heavenly smells wafting from your kitchen. Bob realizes all at once that it’s a date-date after all, and his heart does an alarming little stutter in his chest, enough to stun him until you take his hand and gently pull him inside.

-----

Part of Bob’s issue with women is his inability to pick up on subtle, sometimes invisible cues. He has always fallen in with the sort of women who play mind games, who play coy and say one thing while meaning another. He always feels back on his heels; it feels like women speak a language he’s only slightly fluent in, so he’s always playing catch-up to translate what they mean.

But it’s refreshing with you, in this moment, because as you both sit down to the feast you’ve prepared, you just talk with him. The two of you chat about your lives, you catch each other up since the last time you’ve talked, and Bob almost forgets to be nervous.

Almost. A pair of tapered candles flicker between you and cast your lovely face in a golden glow, and low, bluesy music sets the soundtrack as you eat. You sip at the wine he brought, and he eats your home-cooking, and Bob imagines an entire life like this…and he almost misses the way you keep swiping your palms along your thighs, like you’re nervous.

“You’re nervous,” he blurts out when he realizes it for sure, and you pause in where you’re lifting the wine glass to your mouth and stare at him.

“I am.” It’s that simple. No mind games, no coy pretending.

“It’s just me,” Bob says.

You smile at him, and it trembles a little at the corners. He can feel the nerves in you now, and he reaches out a hand across the table, palm up. He makes a grabby motion with it until your smile firms up and you lay your hand in his, and he grasps you lightly.

“It’s just me,” he repeats.

“And I like just-you,” you tell him. “Like-like, I mean. I wanted to tell you so tonight.”

His heart does that wicked little stutter in his chest, but he squeezes your hand. “Sounds like you just told me then.”

“Guess so.” You watch him, and your smile seems tremulous again, so Bob replies, “I like you too.”

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It feels too easy. After months (years) of struggling to even land the occasional first date, suddenly Bob’s dream girl turns up just like that. It feels too easy, and so Bob slips into his overthinking almost immediately.

It goes fine after dinner, when the two of you trade nervous kisses on your couch until the nerves burn off enough that your mouth slotted over his feels natural, that you move in concert with each other—your head tilting one way, his tilting the other, no longer bumping noses or knocking his glasses askew.

It goes fine as you climb into his lap, the solid weight of you a welcome sensation because Bob’s head feels like it’s filled with helium, drunk and fizzy from the feel of your lips against his, your tongue against his own.

It goes fine when you climb off of him, shaky-legged like a newborn foal. When you hold out your hand and take his to lead him back to your bedroom.

The moment he finds himself stripped down to his boxers and lying on your bed is the moment it falls apart.

It’s like every mean comment, every brush-off and ghosting, every roll of the eyes and beleaguered sigh and overheard commentary about him crowds into the room and leaves no space for this moment with you. Bob thinks of all the feedback he’s ever gotten on dates—the serial killer eye glasses, the lack of muscles, the lack of game. He tries to take a deep breath and finds he can barely pull in a lungful, and his throat feels like it’s closing on him—

And he can’t get hard. His near-erection from making out on the couch deflates, and even though you are perched over him—you’ve shed your sundress, and you’re in the sexiest, sweetest lingerie set, powder pink, like the underside of a cloud at sunrise—he cannot coax himself back to attention.

The panic that floods him—he recognizes the feeling. He’s felt it a million times. He feels the hot, splotchy redness as it breaks out across his chest and neck, and his face flushes furiously bright, and you notice it all in real time. The sultry, heavy-lidded look on your face disappears and is replaced by pure concern.

“Bob? Bobby? Are you…okay?” You reach a hand out and cup his face, and your palm had felt warm earlier but now it feels cool….which proves how hot he’s flushed, how feverish his panic makes him feel.

“I’m sorry. Shit, honey. I’m…I gotta go.” He tries to sit up but your mattress is soft and he flails a moment, and if Bob were just a bit younger he’d burst into tears at how sideways this has all gone so suddenly. You served him up the perfect evening, you’re kneeling right beside him in the hottest fucking lingerie, and he’s been reduced to a stuttering, red-face idiot who can’t even get hard—

“Hey.” You lay your hand on his bare chest, steady him. “Hey, hey, hey. Take a second. Just breathe, Bobby.”

“I gotta—”

“Just relax.” You press against his chest, tap your forefinger against his skin. “Breathe for me, okay? Everything’s fine.”

“Hey. Whoa.” You remove your hand from his chest, but you scoot over to sit beside him, turned to face him, your expression very similar to the night he met you—the same easy smile, the same studious eyes.

“Nothing’s ruined. You haven’t fucked anything up. Take a breath. Is this because of that bad first date you had the night we met?”

He nods. “A little bit.”

“There’s been other bad first dates, I guess?”

Another nod.

“And now you’re worried this is just another bad first date?”

“Yeah.” It comes out a croak, a roughness in his throat.

“Hmm.” You lean forward, press a soft kiss to his forehead. “You wanna hear about my worst first date ever?”

“No, honey, it’s okay—”

“His name was Justin.” Another soft kiss, this one to his temple. “Good job, good looking.” Another kiss, to the other temple, right at his hairline. “Picked me up and gave me flowers, took me out to San Diego’s most exclusive restaurant that has a reservation list a mile long.”

Bob chuckles weakly. “Sounds awful,” he says, wry.

You hum again, kiss his flushed cheek. “He was charming at dinner.” A kiss on his other cheek. “Said all the right things. Asked about my life and listened to my answers.” The lightest of kisses on the tip of his nose, and it makes him smile despite himself.

“Halfway through dessert, a woman comes up to our table.” Bob feels the gentle press of your lips at the corner of his mouth, and he turns his head to kiss you back, but you pull away.

“It was Justin’s wife.” A flurry of kisses now, to his chin, along his jawline, near his ear.

“He was cheating,” Bob says.

“Nope.” A kiss, this one lingering, under his jaw, on his neck. “Turns out, this was a little game he and his wife play. Some weird cheating, cuckolding fantasy.” Your lips skate over his pulse point. “He takes a girl out, his wife pretends to catch them, and then they go to a nearby hotel to fuck each other senseless.”

“Oh, shit.”

“Oh, shit is right.” You lift your head to gaze at him. “Asshole left me with the bill for dinner too. So Bobby….you’re not my worst first date. You’re not even close.”

“Honey—”

“You have no idea how hard you’re gonna have to work to really, honestly fuck this up.” You grin at him, and then you straddle his lap again, and he lays his hands on your hips and stares up at you.

“Because you’re, like, exactly the sort of man I’ve always been looking for. You’re that sneaky-handsome sort, and you’re smart and sweet, and you took care of me that first night when I was too drunk to make good choices.” You cup his face in your hands, and you stare at him hard, that sweet forcefulness on full display, like you dare him to disagree with you.

“It’s already a sure thing, Bobby.” You lean forward, kiss him gently. “There’s no pressure to do anything tonight. Don’t even think about needing to do anything. How about you just let me love on you, and you just relax, and if you can keep your secret wife from busting in and turning this into a cuckolding fantasy, we’ll end the night just fine, okay?”

That makes him laugh, and it breaks the spell of his terrible ruminating. Bob laughs, and he slides his hands from your hips up to your waist to feel your soft skin.

“I didn’t even think of getting a secret wife before I came here,” he confesses.

“See? It’s a sure thing, then.” You lean forward again, whisper in his ear, your warm breath making him break out in goosebumps as you tell him to just relax and let you love on him.

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The antidote to Bob’s awful overthinking, as it turns out, is your care and praise.

As far as first dates go, this is the one where Bob learns something new about his own sexuality. He learns, thanks to you, that he has a praise kink, because your hands and mouth and body on his feels amazing, but it’s your words that make him hard.

Loving on him means you touch him everywhere. You kiss him everywhere. You stroke him, press your soft lips to him, lick against parts of him until he feels like he’s on fire in a way that is completely different than his panic attack. You kiss every inch of his face and neck. You trail your mouth over his shoulders and collarbones, across every bit of his chest and belly, and you praise him whenever your mouth isn’t otherwise occupied.

Look at you, Bobby. Hiding this body away under that uniform.

You praise his arms, the muscles of his chest and abs. You praise his shoulders and back, the smattering of chest hair, the trail of hair that leads down and disappears under the waistband of his boxers, and you glance up at him, the question in your eyes as you toy with the elastic.

“Can I?” you ask, and Bob nods, swallows hard, and you go lower, you push his boxers down and his cock is there, hard from your honied words.

“Holy shit,” you blurt out. “Bob, are you for real with this?”

This feels too easy too, but the panic never claws at Bob’s throat again. You’ve chosen him, you’ve made it a sure thing for him, and you’ve cut through his awkward moment of near-flight to get him to this: your body stretched alongside his, your breasts pressed against his arm, your hand working against his cock while you whisper praise in his ear.

His orgasm creeps up in fits and starts, and it seems to ratchet closer with each bit of praise you lavish on him, more so than each movement of your hand working against his cock.

“I want you to come for me, Bobby,” you whisper against his neck. You kiss his pulse point, a plush, open-mouth kiss that makes him shiver as you grip him tighter, work a faster rhythm with your hand. “Come for me like a good boy.”

He wants to be good for you; he wants to do as you say. Some not-so-small part of him craves your approval, and maybe the two of you will play around with that sort of dynamic in the future, but for now, he just wants to obey you. He wants to do his part to salvage the night he thinks he almost ruined, so he breathes in time to your strokes, focuses on every sensation—the softness of your breasts pressed against him, your wet, hot mouth kissing him, the light scent of your perfume. The tension in his belly is a coil, and it tightens and tightens until it snaps, and his hips stutter against your grasping hand. He gasps out your name, warns you, and then a beat later, he comes. He spills over your hand, thick ropes of cum coating your fingers and wrist, spilling over onto his belly.

“Just like that, baby.” You kiss his panting mouth, and he feels the curve of your lips as you give a pleased smile. “It’s that simple.”

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the-iceni-bitch · 2 years ago

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Shaped and Molded

Kinktober Day II: Latex Kink

Pairing; Jake Jensrn x fem reader (Jake and Khaleesi)

Words: ~1k

Summary: Jake just loves everything you do.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (over the clothes stuff, some dirty talk) discussion of sex work, Jake is adorable, fluff, they’re in love, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: They’re so fucking cute you guys!!!!! I really need to write them more! And get Jake as a boyfriend because he is perfect 🥹

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Jake was so fucking nervous, his leg jiggling no matter how much he tried to control his thoughts as he stared at your front door. It took him a good three minute before he was finally able to raise his fist to knock, chewing on his lip and he thought about exactly what he wanted to talk to you about.

“Jakey!” As soon as you opened the door he felt himself melt, meeting your warm smile with a dopey grin while he thought about selling everything he owned so he could buy you presents. “What are you doing here? I thought you had to work this weekend.”

“Couldn’t do it, not when I knew you were all by yourself… oh my god.” The moment he stepped inside and set eyes on you he could have fainted, his eyes drinking you in as he almost dropped everything he was holding. “What are you wearing?”

“Hmm? Oh!” You beamed at him when you turned around after he stopped in your doorway, turning around slowly and running your fingers over the slick latex that was clinging to your body. “I’m trying out a new routine and wanted a new outfit for it. What do you think?”

What he thought was that he was going to have a stroke. On a normal day, you were already so beautiful and perfect he would be willing to let you use him as a sidewalk if he thought it would make you happy. But now? With every inch of you covered and absolutely nothing left to the imagination? He wanted to touch every inch of you and feel the soft curves of your body mold to his fingers as he slid his cock between the swollen valley between your legs until he exploded.

“Jake?” You were still giving him that gorgeous smile that had him wanting to fall to his knees and worship you, and all he could do was blink at you like an idiot while he tried to get himself under control. “You like it, muffin?”

“Ahem, yeah.” He cursed himself when his voice cracked, immediately forgetting about his embarrassment when you stepped forward and pressed your body close to his. “You… you look great.”

“You think so?” If you kept smiling at him like that he was going to propose right then, leaning forward so he could rub his nose against yours and feeling like his heart was about to burst from his chest when he finally put his hands on you. “Not too revealing?”

“I mean, definitely not something you should wear on a trip to the grocery store.” He chuckled when you pinched his hip with a playful snarl, pecking you on the nose as he kept sliding his palms over your body. “But I’m guessing it’s for your job, and it’s perfect for that, sweets.”

“Thank you, muffin.” You bit your lip when he cupped your tits and groaned into your mouth as he squeezed them. “You wanna see my routine?”

“Maybe later.” He couldn’t stop touching you, the way his fingers slid over the latex and the latex slid over your skin was making him obsessed. “You feel incredible.”

“Mmm, Jakey.” You purred when he gently pinched your nipples through the jumpsuit, sliding your hands over his shoulders as you batted your eyelashes at him. “You know, it feels even better when it’s wet and slippery and sliding over your bare skin.”

“Oh?” So, you were trying to kill him today, that was it.

“Yeah.” You grasped one of his hands with both of yours and drew it up to your face, kissing his palm before slowly dragging it down your body so his fingers could fit in the warm cleft at the apex of your thighs. “It’s been rubbing against my wet pussy all day, muffin, making me so fucking needy.”

“Jesus fucking Christ.” His resolve snapped in an instant, the hand between your legs giving you a soft slap that made you yelp while his other curled around your neck so he could smash your lips together. “I love you so much, you little freak.”

You squealed with delight when he wrapped an arm around your waist and lifted you off the floor, pressing kisses all over his face as he struggled to undress himself with one hand. Jake murmured thanks against your lips when you helped him remove his shirt, nipping at you with a teasing bark when you started to undo his jeans.

Then he had you exactly where he wanted you, your gorgeous body splayed over the couch in a way that made you look exactly like the masterpiece you were, his leaking cock fitting perfectly into the outline of the crease of your pussy lips. He growled when he gave the first tentative grind of his hips, his shaft easily sliding over the latex as his precum started smearing all over your stomach when he leaned down to mold his body to yours.

Every sound you made as he rubbed his cock over your cunt was utterly lovely, soft and breathy and full of need, and he swallowed each one greedily as he brushed his lips over yours and gazed into your eyes, at least until his rolled back in his head as he felt himself starting to lose it. The feeling of your fingers running through his hair and your softly murmured ‘please’ sent him over the edge, his hips jerking against you as he exploded just like he knew he would while you shuddered and arched your body to meet his.

“See? Didn’t that feel good, muffin?” You kissed him tenderly when he collapsed on top of you with a deep sigh, beaming at him when he pulled back and rested his chin in his hand. “And it’s so easy to clean! Oh, you didn’t even get to tell me why you were visiting!”

“Hmm? Right!” Jake gave you a sloppy grin as he gazed at you lovingly, so happy and fucked out he didn’t even care about building up to it. “You wanna move in with me?”

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sebsxphia · 2 years ago

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my love i’ve got a thot for you!!!

jake had to stay late at work today so you two planned to meet at the hard deck for some much needed drinks.

you take this opportunity to roll up to the hard deck in your shortest sundress and your pair of cowboy boots to meet your naval aviator.

when you walk into the bar, he’s already occupied himself by he pool tables and has to do a double take, taking the sight of you in. the awestruck look on his face and the sudden tension in his body fuels you with confidence as you make your way to jake.

“hey sweetheart i missed you today” you say as your hands press to his chest and you peck his cheeks and then his lips. jake is quick to bring his hands to your waist, holding you close to him.

“my darling girl, what are you trying to start with me tonight?” he breathlessly whispers almost as a whimper into your ear.

“just thought i would dress nice for my hardworking man.” trailing your fingers mindlessly around his chest, shoulders, and arms, you smile softly up at him with a fire behind your eyes.

he’s trying his best to hold it together but the thought of that dress being bunched at your waist while your boot-clad legs are wrapped around his waist as he fucks into you mercilessly… he’s tight lipped as he tries to muffle the groan he lets out.

“sweets, let’s call it early tonight. gotta talk to you outside. now.”

bestie that’s all i have to say about that💘

MY BELOVED COMING THROUGH WITH THE THOTS! 🥹🫶🏼

“jakey are you sure, i just got here and you said you had such a bad day-” he cuts your sentence short by pressing a frenzied and desperate kiss to your lips. you can tell in an instant by how hot and heavy it is that he needs you, badly.

“this,” you feel his hands move down to your ass and squeeze tightly, making you hold back a yelp. “is all i need after i had a bad day, and you know that.” he narrows his eyes at you as you try and play off your innocent gaze and coy smile. he runs his hand back up to the small of your back and guides you through the crowd without even saying goodbye to anyone.

“they’re gonna fuck aren’t they.” bob sighs as you pass him and phoenix by the side of the bar. “nice seeing you jake!” phoenix calls out after the two of you, sarcasm dripping off every word.

jake hasn’t even moved the damn car out of the parking lot and he’s got you in the back seat just as he imagined. dress bunched up around your waist, panties on the floor and your boots wrapped around him. “you’re the only vice i need, sweets. fuck you feel amazing.” hips stuttering and head hanging low as he ruts into you, each movement taking the stress out knot by knot.

thank you so so much for this thot as always my love!!! 💌 i just wanna treat this man so right 🥹💖

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na-ta-sh-aa · 11 months ago

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I found this so beautiful and sexy! I loved seeing how Bradley and Mickey's approach and interactions towards her were different from Jake's. The thing that I really liked is how you described Jake's gestures, even though he almost never did anything striking to show his interest in her, you managed perfectly to convey how much he was in love with her.

"Do we have to talk about this in front of Rodeo?" he asked, sipping his fresh beer and starting to wish Bradley and Mickey would wander off. "In front of a lady?"

Aww gentleman Jake

“Bradley snorted so hard, Jake was surprised his beer didn't shoot out of his nose. "A lady?" he asked as he looked at you and cuffed you on the arm. "Nice try, Hangman, but Rodeo doesn't count."

Noo poor Rodeo!

“Maybe you were the problem. Maybe you weren't sexy. You spent most of Sunday scrutinizing yourself in your bedroom mirror and going through all of your clothing. There really wasn't much of it since your closet was lined with uniforms and flight suits. And when you looked in the mirror, it wasn't like you could even tell what the problem was. You were just you, but it was starting to feel like you'd been playing around in this male-dominated world for so long, you were just blending in there.”

This part made me feel so sorry for her, the fact that she thought and spent time looking for what was wrong with her touched me so much.

“Jake ran his fingers through his hair. He didn't even have to ask. He also knew that photo well too. His voice was soft as he said, "Blue dress. Holding a martini. Hand on your hip." He didn't like the idea of a bunch of guys he didn't even know looking at you wearing something so pretty.”

Aww Jake knowing exactly which photo she's talking about says a lot about how much Jake feels for her🥹

"Looks like it," she replied. "If you don't fuck him, I will. Happily."

Nat is a woman who always gets straight to the point, I love her😂

"He better fucking not!" Jake growled as he tried to reach for your phone. "Show me what this asshole looks like so I know who to pound to dust if he sends you one."

Jealous Jake!

“Jake rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hand. "She's not coming. She's on a date with some smug looking asshole named Tony."

“Good for her," Mickey piped up, earning a glare from Jake. "I hope she gets laid. You wanna grab Javy and play pool?"

I loved this part because you can see perfectly how Jake and Mickey's feelings towards Rodeo are different. Jake is so into her, he seems almost annoyed by the fact that she is not there with them but is on a date with a man (who is not Jake) and I think that little by little he is showing his jealousy more and more. While Mickey loves Rodeo but doesn't feel any attraction for her and therefore hopes that the date goes in the best way for her!

"No," you snapped at him. "He told me how pretty he thinks I am, and that he was nervous to meet me in person. And his name is Tony, not Tommy. So don't be rude when we stop by the bar after dinner on Wednesday."

Ooh I can't wait to see Jake's reaction to meeting Tony!

“Jake's jaw was clenched tight as he reached out to shake hands with your date in a death grip, and you cringed as he said, "Nice to meet you, Tommy."

Jake won't make it easy for Tony!

“You closed your eyes and leaned back, and the image of Jake took over. His lips were on your earlobe, and he was whispering your name as you led him to your room. His hands were settling on your hips and squeezing gently as you melted into his touch.”

Aww they are both so into each other!

"I need your help," you blurted out when you saw him heading your way. "I need you to come shopping with me tomorrow after work, because I wore my only two dresses already, and everything else in my closet is ridiculous. And Tony is taking me to the Boathouse on Saturday, so I can't just throw something together and call it a day."

"Where are we going shopping?" he asked softly.

I love that she asked Jake to help her and that he immediately agreed.

“He wanted to tell you that you couldn't pull it off, but he knew the fucking thing was made for you. "Try it on and see," he said softly, so you added it to your pile. Then he followed you like a puppy dog to the fitting room, holding half of the dresses for you to try on. When you passed the lingerie section, Jake had to watch you grab a few lacy items. "Have you slept with Tinder Tommy yet?" he snapped when you picked up a black bra and added it to your arms.”

“You looked up at him with a soft pout. "Well, no. That's why I'm trying to buy some sexy stuff, you know? Just in case I want to take it there."

I love more and more the confidence they have between them, how comfortable they are talking about almost everything and how at the same time neither of them has ever admitted and always tried to keep hidden what their true feelings are towards the other.

“The rustling of fabric and the sound of the zipper had him resting his forehead on the door. "Rodeo, Baby, you can't...buy one of these dresses. Not for Tony. Okay? Come on. He's not good enough for you."

Jake is literally going crazy outside that dressing room and his reactions confirm it. Even if he doesn't want to say it directly, he is trying in every way to dissuade her from going out with Tony, and even if he is trying to be a friend and think about her happiness, I think his jealousy is taking over him!

"Oh, fuck," he groaned, his heart hammering in his chest. "Absolutely not!"

“Jake pushed you back further into the fitting room and managed to wrench his broad shoulders through the doorway before kicking the door closed. You were biting your lip, your eyes wide as his hands came to rest on your lace covered hips.”

AHH Jake's reaction, how he pushed her back into the dressing room and how he came in with her too was so sexy🫠

“Then you whispered, "I like you. And maybe there's a chance that you like me, too? And maybe that's part of the reason I asked you to come here with me."

She finally told him how she feels🥹

“Jake swallowed hard as he leaned in, dizzy from the way you smelled so sweet and felt so perfect in his hands. "Dump him. Dump Tony." You whimpered at his words as he slid one hand down further, teasing the lace covering your ass at the same time his other hand went up to tug at the side of the bra. "Because this? This should be for me."

Maybe it's because I'm biased and to me the Daggers are unbeatable, but I honestly think Tony wouldn't have had much hope or chance against Jake! I mean, Tony would never have said something as sexy as "this should be for me" to her and if he had it definitely wouldn't have had the same effect it had when Jake said it🫠

“He knew what he wanted. He'd known for a while, really, but now he was ready to take it. "I want to kiss you. But if I do, I'm not going to be able to go back, okay?" he asked, his voice a deep rumble as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "I won't go back to being Rodeo and Hangman, just friends. I will not do that. Not with you. Not when you count more than anyone else."

“Your lips crashed against his, and Jake sighed in relief as he held you in his arms the way he'd been dying to for so long. The lingerie and all the little dresses were only for him. You kisses and your smile and your fingers in his hair were for him, not Tony. He ran his hands down to your ass as you giggled and nipped at his lips.”

I love how Jake made it clear that he no longer wants to be just friends with her but wants to be so much more, and the way he told her that she counts more than anyone else was truly beautiful. Not to mention how much I loved their kiss! It was pure perfection🥹

"Pick a dress, Baby," he muttered between kisses. "And we'll get the lingerie, too."

"Tomorrow night, I will take you out, and you can show me this little getup again if you want to."

The butterflies in my stomach that I felt in this part🫠

“But there was one key player missing from their game now, and you smiled as you saw Jake apologetically climbing over everyone else in your row before plopping down into the seat next to you and kissing your cheek with a smile. "The line was long as hell for your favorite beer," he said as he handed it to you. "Did I miss anything?"

“But you weren't really listening as Bradley and Mickey started to argue, and neither was Jake as he kissed your cheek again. You didn't feel like you were simply blending in, and you didn't feel like you were just one of the guys anymore. You were grinning and sipping your beer as Jake's lips met your ear and he asked, "Are you wearing that black set right now?"

"I'll let you find out later.”

Aww, him showing up with her favorite beer, Jake and Rodeo literally lost in each other and her finally not feeling like one of the guys anymore but feeling loved and desired, was so so beautiful🥹

I loved reading this and being able to see jealous Jake in action. I found the parts where Bradley and Mickey competed with each other to see who would get the girls so funny. Just as I loved seeing Jake be so tense, anxious and jealous from the first moment Rodeo told him she was working on her Tinder profile. I loved how you perfectly created the chemistry and tension between them, how they both hid their feelings for fear that the other might not match them or for fear that they might ruin the friendship they had created. They were literally eating each other with their eyes the whole time, luckily the shopping was essential to make them gain the courage and declare their feelings. Speaking of shopping, I was amazed at how you managed to create and make the situation and atmosphere in the dressing room so hot without there being actual smut, you're really fantastic! I loved it with all my heart it was truly wonderful!��✨

Sneak Peek | Hangman x Reader

Summary: You spent so much time around the boys, they counted you as one of them. You were firmly stuck in the friend zone with Jake, so it was time to move on with a guy who could see past your flight suits. It's not immediately obvious to either of you that cranky Jake is actually jealous Jake.

Warnings: Fluff, language, mentioned smut, 18+

Length: 6000 words

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female Reader

Happy birthday @beyondthesefourwalls!

Seriously, who let Jake on my masterlist!? Banner by @mak-32

"It's my turn to buy a round," you said, standing up from the table and grabbing the empty beer bottles before turning toward Jimmy and Penny at the bar.

"Thanks, Rodeo," Jake murmured, and you turned back briefly and smiled softly at him. His gaze slid down your body the same way it would with any other woman, the only difference was that he had started to notice just how many other guys were regularly checking you out, too. And he wasn't sure how he felt about that fact.

When you squeezed yourself between two stools at the bar to order four more beers, Bradley asked, "Who are you staring at, Hangman? Rodeo?"

Mickey laughed as Jake quickly shook his head and turned his attention back to his friends. "I just wanted to make sure she can manage carrying everything."

"I'm sure she's fine," Bradley replied with a laugh of his own. "I got a little nervous for a second there."

"Why?" Jake asked, his eyes slowly drifting back to you, watching as you slipped your credit card into the back pocket of your jeans.

"Because first of all," Bradley said as he smashed open a peanut on the table, "Rodeo is practically one of the guys. And second," he added, popping the peanut into his mouth and chewing, "it would be weird if you start looking at her like you do all the other random pieces of ass you take home with you. Even though she is cute."

"She's cute, for sure," Mickey piped in. "But once you've seen a girl throw up in the parking lot after a drunken karaoke night, the appeal kind of wears off."

Jake smiled as you headed back toward the table, because the drunken karaoke night was when he got to drive you home and carry you to your bed while you repeatedly tried to tell him you could walk by yourself.

"Oh, you know who else is cute?" Bradley asked just as you set four new beers on the table. "That redhead with the huge tits at the dartboard."

"Damn," Mickey groaned, and now you were looking in that direction, too. But Jake kept his eyes on you.

"Do we have to talk about this in front of Rodeo?" he asked, sipping his fresh beer and starting to wish Bradley and Mickey would wander off. "In front of a lady?"

Bradley snorted so hard, Jake was surprised his beer didn't shoot out of his nose. "A lady?" he asked as he looked at you and cuffed you on the arm. "Nice try, Hangman, but Rodeo doesn't count."

"Well, you don't count either," you told him, and Bradley tapped the neck of his bottle to yours. "And neither do the two of you." Your gaze met Mickey's before settling on Jake. "You know I don't mind when you guys talk about girls. I get it. You're all hot."

But your knee was rubbing against Jake's thigh at the tiny table, and for a brief flash, he thought maybe he wanted to count in your mind as a guy you could be into.

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It was a strange dynamic, working with mostly a bunch of men all the time. They saw you in a flight suit once, and they never looked at you like you were a female ever again. And that was fine. It made your job easier in a lot of ways. There were fewer distractions, and you knew for a fact that they liked you for your personality. They wouldn't invite you to hang out all the time if they didn't.

But on nights like this, it did sting a little bit to watch the three of them tripping over themselves to go talk to the redhead who was clearly eating up the attention. You were essentially wearing the same outfit she was: jeans and a black shirt. And you thought you looked cute. And what exactly was wrong with your boobs? You looked down at your body and kind of shrugged. You didn't get it.

Natasha handed you a pool cue, and you sank a shot. You made up the excuse that you wanted to play so the guys wouldn't feel bad about abandoning you to go talk to girls, but Jake had been hesitant at first, so you shoved him along. That was a mistake, because you were reminded of how solid and muscular he was under his soft shirt.

The first few times you glanced his way, he was already looking back at you. If he were any other guy, you would have just asked him out by now, but you were so firmly in the friend zone with all of them that it was embarrassing. The rejection would be laughable.

So you put your head down and focused on the game and the chit chat around you. But after a while you got curious, and when you looked up again, Bradley and Mickey were walking back toward the table where your empty beer bottle sat. Jake had won. The redhead was running her fingernails through his hair. It was all over for the night.

You weren't jealous. You weren't. You just didn't understand why it couldn't be you. As you sank the eight ball, you said, "I'm beat. I'm going to head home."

"Me too. Want a lift?" Mickey asked, and you nodded, not sparing a single glance back at Jake.

Maybe you were the problem. Maybe you weren't sexy. You spent most of Sunday scrutinizing yourself in your bedroom mirror and going through all of your clothing. There really wasn't much of it since your closet was lined with uniforms and flight suits. And when you looked in the mirror, it wasn't like you could even tell what the problem was. You were just you, but it was starting to feel like you'd been playing around in this male-dominated world for so long, you were just blending in there.

"Fuck it," you muttered reaching for your phone. There was a text from Bradley detailing the pricing for tickets to a Padres game, which you desperately wanted to go to. It sounded fun. Then you realized the beer drinking and peanut eating would simply be moved to a different venue in which the guys would be looking at all the other women around you. Suddenly it didn't sound so fun.

There were also a handful of texts from Jake. He must have kicked his guest out early if he was asking how you were doing this morning. You sent back a short message before finding the app on your screen that had been dormant since you got stationed in San Diego last summer. Tinder. It was right there.

Nervously, you entered your login information, terrified that you'd just end up with a bunch of guys you saw on base as your best options. They would undoubtedly take one look at you and have the same reaction your male friends did. But you spent the rest of the day thinking about it. You looked, but you didn't sample. You found some guys who were surprisingly not in the Navy, but you didn't swipe. And maybe part of the reason you didn't was because Jake kept texting you all day long.

Monday was your tipping point. You were all ready to fly in your boots and flight suit when you ended up surrounded by the guys in the hangar. "We getting Padres tickets, Rodeo?" Bradley asked. "Day drinking at Petco Park?"

You nodded at him. "Sounds fun."

Then Mickey cut in as Jake walked over. "Hey, Hangman. How was our little redheaded friend?" he asked with a smirk, but Jake's expression stayed the same as his eyes met yours.

"Wouldn't know."

"Oof," Bradley said with a goading laugh. "What, you kicked her out without even talking to her afterwards?"

You swallowed and looked down at your boots as you thought about the guys on the dating app. Maybe a little change of scenery wouldn't hurt anything after all.

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"Can you just knock it the fuck off?" Jake snapped. "I didn't even spend the night with her." He watched you put your helmet on as you walked toward your jet. "And I don't like talking about this shit around Rodeo anymore."

"Alright," Bradley replied with a tiny smirk. "No need to get mad about it."

When Jake took to the air, you were all business, as usual. You and he flew well together, like you always did. But back on the ground at lunchtime, you barely spared a glance in his direction in the cafeteria. Instead, you were completely absorbed in something on your phone as you picked at your food.

"What's wrong?" he eventually asked, and you looked up at him like you were surprised he was still there.

"Nothing," you murmured, taking a drink before returning your attention to your phone. "Just working on something."

"On what?" he asked, voice almost as snippy as it had been earlier. He found he didn't like it when your attention wasn't focused on him, which was absolutely infuriating, because it's not like the two of you were anything.

"My Tinder profile," you replied smoothly as you licked your lips, and Jake thought he must have misheard. Since when were you looking for a guy?

"Tinder?"

"Mmhmm," you hummed. "I'm just trying to sort out which photo to use, because I like this one where I'm in my flight suit, but guys don't really tend to go for that sort of thing."

You turned your phone to show him, and Jake swallowed hard. It was a photo he had taken a few months ago. He remembered that day. Your sunglasses were hooked on the top of your suit, and your helmet was tucked under your arm, and your smile was infectious.

"I like that one," he told you softly.

But you just rolled your eyes and groaned. "But you don't count, now do you?"

Jake shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Why are you on Tinder anyway?"

Now you laughed as you set your phone down. "Why do you think?"

He didn't want to think about it, even though he knew why. You were looking to hookup with someone. Or maybe it was even worse. Maybe you were looking for an actual boyfriend. Someone to spend all your time with. You'd be at the Hard Deck after work less frequently. You'd be going to the Padres game with some faceless idiot, and he'd be the one carrying you home after you overdid it at karaoke night. Worse yet, you could have your pick of any guy on that app who caught your eye, but Jake knew for a fact none of them were good enough for you.

"Rodeo," he grunted, unsure how to voice his concerns. You just tapped your screen a few times and then smiled at him as his heart clenched a little bit.

"I went with the photo from Reuben's wedding instead."

Jake ran his fingers through his hair. He didn't even have to ask. He also knew that photo well too. His voice was soft as he said, "Blue dress. Holding a martini. Hand on your hip." He didn't like the idea of a bunch of guys he didn't even know looking at you wearing something so pretty.

"That's the one! And now my bio is live on the app," you said as you tapped your screen one last time. "Wish me luck."

You stood with your tray and Jake told himself he would do no such thing.

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"That photo must have done the trick," you mumbled the following day in the rec room on base as Natasha helped you sort through your matches.

"I'm sure it did," she replied in awe. "You look hot in it."

You wanted to believe her, but it didn't even matter right now, because the two of you were staring at a photo of a hot guy who had sent you a message. You gasped. "Is this for real?"

"Looks like it," she replied. "If you don't fuck him, I will. Happily."

"What are the two of you over here whispering about?" You looked up into Jake's smiling eyes and gave him a grin of your own.

"Rodeo is getting all the Tinder hotties," Natasha replied, and suddenly Jake's smile vanished. "Let me know if he sends you a dick pic."

"He better fucking not!" Jake growled as he tried to reach for your phone. "Show me what this asshole looks like so I know who to pound to dust if he sends you one." You rolled your eyes and held up your phone so he could see. "His name is Tony? And he's a dentist?"

"What's wrong with that?" you asked quickly.

Jake crossed his arms over his chest. "If you have to ask, then you don't want to know."

You scoffed and opened your messages. "You're being dramatic. And I don't get on you about who you decide to hook up with."

"So you're just trying to hook up with this asshole?" he asked, his lips curling in disgust.

Honestly, you weren't really sure. But he sounded nice in the messages he sent. "Would it really be so bad if I was?"

Jake scrutinized your face like he was in pain, and you had the craziest thought flash through your mind that perhaps he was jealous. But then the pinched lines on his forehead vanished, and his voice was completely calm as he said, "You do what you want, Rodeo. But don't come crying to me about it later."

"Fine," you told him as he walked away. And that's what spurred you to reply to Tony's message with a more flirtatious one of your own. You were allowed to hook up with him. You were allowed to go out on a date. Maybe you'd even eventually request a dick pic. Jake wasn't in charge of your Tinder profile or dating agenda.

A few short exchanges back and forth was all it took, and suddenly you had plans for Saturday night that didn't involve hanging with the guys at the Hard Deck for once. Tony was going to take you out to dinner, and you were already excited.

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"Where the hell is Rodeo?" Bradley asked as he returned to the table with three bottles of beer instead of four. "She's usually here by seven."

Jake rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hand. "She's not coming. She's on a date with some smug looking asshole named Tony."

"Good for her," Mickey piped up, earning a glare from Jake. "I hope she gets laid. You wanna grab Javy and play pool?"

With a groan, Jake dragged himself out of his seat and forced his body through the motions. He hit the cue ball with perfect precision, but meanwhile, all he could think about was some other guy's hands all over your body while he shoved his tongue down your throat. "Fuck," he growled, trying to fight the urge to text you. If you wanted him, you knew how to reach him.

Between shots, he glanced around the bar at all the other women, but he couldn't find a single one as pretty as you. He spent the rest of his night barely conversing with his friends while he hoped that your date was a complete flop. And when he left to head home alone, he caved and texted you to make sure you got back to your place safely.

That was over twelve hours ago. Jake still hadn't heard back from you. It was damn near noon on Sunday, and he was left assuming that you spent the night with Tinder Tony. When you finally texted him back, the response made him toss his phone aside.

Sorry, just seeing this now. Yes, I made it home safely. See you tomorrow.

Monday was worse. You were glued to your phone at every opportunity you got, and Jake could tell by the little smile on your face that you must be talking to that asshole.

"Rodeo, how was your hot date?" Bradley asked, bumping your helmet with his while he winked at Jake.

"Pretty good," you replied with a little laugh.

"You get laid?" Mickey asked obnoxiously, and you rolled your eyes before glancing at Jake. He was dying to know the answer to the question, but also terrified to hear it.

"Wouldn't you like to know," you replied, returning your attention to your phone. "Put it this way... I'm going out with him again for dinner on Wednesday."

"Who goes to dinner on a Wednesday?" Jake scoffed. "That's when we usually go to the bar! And what did you and Tinder Tommy even talk about the whole time? Dentures? Teeth?"

"Can't wait to meet him," Jake grumbled, highly disappointed that your date had been even somewhat successful. And he still wasn't sure if you'd gone home with Tony. Or worse... if he'd gone home with you.

Jake had crashed in your bed with you once a few months ago when you hosted game night. Mickey, Nat and Bradley all passed out in your living room, so you'd taken him by the hand to your bed. Every time he thought about it, he could practically feel the warmth of your body next to his and your foot hooked over his ankle. The idea of someone else there engaging in pillowtalk or fucking you just right was way too much for him to handle, because he was starting to feel like he wanted to be that person.

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Okay, so Tony was a little boring. A lot boring, actually. And on Wednesday night at dinner, he actually did mention dentures, and you could practically hear Jake scoffing from the Hard Deck. But Tony was hot and nice and he paid for dinner. Could you really hope for more than that?

"So, you mentioned stopping at a Navy bar?" he asked as you walked back to his car. "I keep forgetting you're even in the Navy. It just doesn't seem like you."

Maybe you should have used the other photo for your dating profile since you'd had to remind him twice already that there were a lot of women in the military now. "Yeah. It's called the Hard Deck. I usually hang out there on Wednesdays, and I thought maybe my friends could meet you?"

"Sure," he replied, and he even played boring music on the way there. But when he walked you inside, he kissed your cheek, and that felt kind of nice until Jake was looking. You felt embarrassed and a little guilty when he scowled at you from the pool table, so you eased yourself away from Tony and took him by the hand instead.

"Hey, guys," you said cautiously as you approached the pool table. "This is Tony."

Jake's jaw was clenched tight as he reached out to shake hands with your date in a death grip, and you cringed as he said, "Nice to meet you, Tommy."

And it all went downhill from there. You had to correct him three times, even though you were sure he knew Tony's name. And even the other guys didn't really seem to mesh well with Tony. Bradley looked scandalized when he told them he didn't like beer or playing pool, and Mickey tried to make a dentist joke that just didn't land.

You wanted to crawl into your bed and not come back out for a week. You also kind of wanted to ask Jake what his problem was. Tony was a nice guy. His hand on your back felt nice, and his goodnight kiss at your front door was nice. There was even some tongue, and you didn't stop his roaming fingers. Maybe another date or two and you'd ask him to come in.

"Would you like to get dinner on Saturday night?" he asked as his lips grazed your neck. "At the Boathouse?"

You closed your eyes and leaned back, and the image of Jake took over. His lips were on your earlobe, and he was whispering your name as you led him to your room. His hands were settling on your hips and squeezing gently as you melted into his touch.

"What do you think?" Tony asked, and you were jarred back to reality by his voice.

You swallowed hard and nodded as you opened your door. "Saturday night sounds good," you said as you ducked inside. "See you then."

You couldn't have Jake. You just needed to get it through your head that he didn't want you like that.

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Jake knew he was behaving poorly even as he was doing it. Tony looked annoyed by him, and you looked embarrassed, but he just kept calling him the wrong name and standing off to the side like a dick. He was actually the asshole. Not Tony. And he needed to apologize to you at work the next day.

He found you in the hangar, pacing back and forth as you played with the strap on your helmet. When you turned, he started to say, "Hey, Rodeo, I'm really-"

Jake ground his back teeth together. The Boathouse was nice. As in, he could think of at least three people he knew who got engaged there. How much money did dentists make anyway? He was full blown jealous now. He knew that. But you'd asked him for help, so of course he was going to do whatever you wanted. Your eager eyes were enough to make him agree on the spot.

"Where are we going shopping?" he asked softly.

You looked so relieved as you said, "The mall. I don't think it will take too long, and I can treat you to dinner as a thank you."

"No," he replied. "You don't owe me anything, Rodeo."

"Thanks, Jake," you whispered as you threw one arm around his neck and pulled him in for a hug. "I know I can trust you to tell me what looks good. Because you're a guy, and you know what guys like. I've been in such a rut, and I don't even know what looks nice on me anymore. But I trust your opinion."

He wrapped his arm around your waist and held you a little closer. If you trusted him, he wouldn't let you down. He never wanted to let you down. He would take you to the mall and tell you which outfits looked nice on you, even though he knew it would be all of them, and he would be cool about you dating Tony. "Sure, Rodeo. Anything you want."

When the time came, he was miserable. You seemed excited, bouncing on your feet in your jeans and sneakers as you collected dresses and cute little outfits to try on, but he knew none of this was really for him. You'd just be giving him a little sneak peak of what Tony would have his hands all over.

"How about this one?" you asked, holding up a red mini dress that made Jake's mouth dry up. Then you moved it in front of your body and looked down. "It's probably too much for me."

He wanted to tell you that you couldn't pull it off, but he knew the fucking thing was made for you. "Try it on and see," he said softly, so you added it to your pile. Then he followed you like a puppy dog to the fitting room, holding half of the dresses for you to try on. When you passed the lingerie section, Jake had to watch you grab a few lacy items. "Have you slept with Tinder Tommy yet?" he snapped when you picked up a black bra and added it to your arms.

You looked up at him with a soft pout. "Well, no. That's why I'm trying to buy some sexy stuff, you know? Just in case I want to take it there."

Jake had seen you in your bathing suit many, many times. You didn't need to be wearing anything made out of lace and silk to look sexy, but the sight of you in half of this shit would probably give Tony a damn heart attack. Then he realized as you led him along that he himself might not make it out of the fitting room alive.

"Just stand out here, okay?" you said softly, guiding him against the wall. He grunted in response and watched you line up everything you wanted to try on inside the fitting room before closing yourself inside. You kicked your shoes off, and then he watched you push your jeans down to your feet through the gap between the bottom of the door and the floor. You stepped out of them, and his imagination started to supply the rest.

You were completely naked now, he was sure of that fact, and you were only a few feet away from him, separated by a flimsy door. His head tipped back against the wall as his breathing grew a little deeper. Your toenails were painted bright green, and you were talking quietly to yourself as you stepped into a black dress and started to guide it up your legs.

"This isn't too bad," you muttered, and a few seconds later you were unlatching the door and pulling it open with an apprehensive look on your face. Jake's jaw dropped open as you stepped right up to him and asked, "What do you think?"

"Rodeo," he grunted, fisting his hands at his sides to keep them from touching you as you spun slowly in front of him. "Looks good."

You frowned a little more. "I was hoping for better than good," you replied, twirling away from him and back into the fitting room.

Jake's body was thrumming with desire as he watched that black fabric pool at your feet under the door. "It was better than good, Rodeo," he said, nearly choking on the words as you stepped to the side and bent to pick it up.

"I'll try the red one," you informed him, and he had to press his lips together, knowing what was coming next. This time it took you a little longer, and he watched your feet under the door as you turned in front of the mirror. "It's really short," you finally said as you opened the door again.

"Jesus Christ," Jake moaned softly. The thing fit you like a damn glove. Every curve and soft dip of your body was right there, begging to be touched. His palms were sweaty as he wiped them on his jeans, and then you spun, ending up just inches away from him again.

He couldn't speak, and maybe you took that as a bad sign. "It's too much," you said with a little laugh. "I know it's too much, but it was fun to try it on anyway. It made me feel sexy," you said with a little shrug, barely able to meet his eyes. "I think the black one might be better for dinner at the Boathouse? Or do you think this one?"

Jake snapped out of his daze and remembered why he was here, suddenly pissed that this little fashion show wasn't just for his own benefit. "Come on, Rodeo. Tinder Tommy? Really? You think he deserves this?" When you just kind of shrugged at him, he said, "Get the red one if you're just looking to get laid."

"Okay," you replied, your little pout back on your pretty lips.

He pushed away from the wall until he was nearly touching you. Practically snarling, he said, "Are you just looking to get laid?"

"Maybe," you said softly, looking at his neck. "He's actually into me, so maybe. I don't know, Jake. It's been a long time since a guy chose me, you know?" He opened his mouth to tell you that any guy in the world would choose you when you said, "I have one more dress."

Then he had to stand there and watch the red fabric hit your feet before you guided the tiniest little green dress up your calves. He was jealous. He was so jealous. And the fact that he'd had a whole fucking year to ask you out instead of fucking wasting his time was crashing down on him right now. You were going to wear one of these dresses to the Boathouse tomorrow, and Tony was going to take it off you. He was going to fuck you, and then someday you'd probably get married. Jake would be at your wedding sitting between Mickey and Bradley and making himself sick over this whole thing.

The door opened. You were stunning. You didn't even leave the fitting room doorway this time in that green dress that was hugging your tits and your waist and showing off so much leg that Jake thought he was going to black out. "I can tell by your face that it's not good," you said with a wince. "It's a little too low cut, so I couldn't imagine wearing it in front of Tony."

His voice came out low and rough as he said, "You're wearing it in front of me just fine."

"But I don't count, remember?" You closed and locked the door, and Jake was immediately leaning against it. Literally each dress was hotter than the one before it, and Jake didn't know how to articulate what he was feeling right now. How on earth did he end up so far in the friend zone that he couldn't claw his way out if he tried? What the fuck made Tinder Tony so special? Why were you looking around on the app anyway? He couldn't even pinpoint when it had happened, but you were never going to take him seriously, even if he knew he could be what you wanted.

The rustling of fabric and the sound of the zipper had him resting his forehead on the door. "Rodeo, Baby, you can't...buy one of these dresses. Not for Tony. Okay? Come on. He's not good enough for you."

"Oh." That was all you said. You just replied with one word, and Jake's blood was boiling. He wanted to dismantle the entire fitting room and take you back home and tell you that you could do a hell of a lot better than some lame ass dentist who didn't like beer or playing pool. But you'd just muttered one word, and he was dying to know if he could ever stand a chance at making you happy.

"Rodeo?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. You unlocked the door and he stepped back a few inches so you could open it, expecting to see you in your jeans once again with the dress of your choosing in your hands. "Oh, fuck," he groaned, his heart hammering in his chest. "Absolutely not!"

Jake pushed you back further into the fitting room and managed to wrench his broad shoulders through the doorway before kicking the door closed. You were biting your lip, your eyes wide as his hands came to rest on your lace covered hips.

"Jake," you whispered as he shook his head at the sight of you in a lacy black bra and tiny underwear.

"What the hell are you thinking?" he groaned, fingers digging gently into your warm body as he listened to the little sound you made. "You're killing me here." Your hands came up to his wrists before you slid them up along his arms, and Jake took a step closer until his jeans were brushing against your bare belly. He would need to be removed from the mall in a body bag at this rate.

Then you whispered, "I like you. And maybe there's a chance that you like me, too? And maybe that's part of the reason I asked you to come here with me."

Jake swallowed hard as he leaned in, dizzy from the way you smelled so sweet and felt so perfect in his hands. "Dump him. Dump Tony." You whimpered at his words as he slid one hand down further, teasing the lace covering your ass at the same time his other hand went up to tug at the side of the bra. "Because this? This should be for me."

"Jake." Your voice was a needy whine as you scraped your fingernails along his shoulders and chest, trying to pull him closer. But he shook his head as he pushed you back harder against the wall, lips hovering over yours as you whispered his name.

He knew what he wanted. He'd known for a while, really, but now he was ready to take it. "I want to kiss you. But if I do, I'm not going to be able to go back, okay?" he asked, his voice a deep rumble as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "I won't go back to being Rodeo and Hangman, just friends. I will not do that. Not with you. Not when you count more than anyone else."

Your lips crashed against his, and Jake sighed in relief as he held you in his arms the way he'd been dying to for so long. The lingerie and all the little dresses were only for him. You kisses and your smile and your fingers in his hair were for him, not Tony. He ran his hands down to your ass as you giggled and nipped at his lips.

"Pick a dress, Baby," he muttered between kisses. "And we'll get the lingerie, too."

"Okay," you replied with a smile before you took his bottom lip between yours, making him moan.

"Tomorrow night, I will take you out, and you can show me this little getup again if you want to."

You looked up at him with the prettiest smile he'd ever seen. "I want to."

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You nudged Bradley with your elbow. "Hey, she's cute," you said, nodding toward the brunette across the aisle. "You guys should go talk to her." He and Mickey both leaned forward to look without any subtlety whatsoever, and you laughed.

"Maybe at the end of the inning," Bradley replied, manspreading so much in his seat at the Padres game that he kept bumping your leg and nudging your shoulder. But he was grinning, and you could already tell that he and Mickey were about to turn it into a competition to see who could get her phone number first.

But there was one key player missing from their game now, and you smiled as you saw Jake apologetically climbing over everyone else in your row before plopping down into the seat next to you and kissing your cheek with a smile. "The line was long as hell for your favorite beer," he said as he handed it to you. "Did I miss anything?"

You shook your head as Bradley said, "You're just in time to watch the real show, Hangman. Rodeo, I want you to time how long it takes before I get her number."

But you weren't really listening as Bradley and Mickey started to argue, and neither was Jake as he kissed your cheek again. You didn't feel like you were simply blending in, and you didn't feel like you were just one of the guys anymore. You were grinning and sipping your beer as Jake's lips met your ear and he asked, "Are you wearing that black set right now?"

"I'll let you find out later.

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bearseulgs · 2 years ago

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enhypen with an equestrian s/o

gn!reader x ot7

genre: fluff, comedy (i think)

wc: 898

warnings: i don't ride competitively so some of this may be inaccurate and i'm mostly basing it off of my experiences as a rider ☝️😍, Heeseung almost gets kicked

Y/H/N = Your Horse's Name (or make one up if u don't have one)

requested!! tysm my love

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Heeseung ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

he thinks you are very cool for it!!!

but he doesn't go near horses anymore 🙅🙅🙅

because once he drove you to a lesson at the barn because your parents were busy and your car was in the shop

and you were grooming your horse and he was just kinda standing around awkwardly so you invited him over to pet it

and mans walked behind it not knowing it was a kicker and said smth really loudly and BOY did the horse spook

almost broke his rib but he narrowly avoided it 😮‍💨

so yeah!! he admires you and will totally watch videos of your competitions!!

but never expect him to go near one of those things again

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Jay ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

y'all had been dating for a couple of months

and so you invited him over to have dinner with your parents

he didn't know you were an equestrian yet!! so when he got to your place he was very confused lmao

bc why?? do you have a big ol' trailer in your backyard?? and why?? is there a massive shed with a huge field around it?? (i wish i had enough land to keep a horse on my property)

sweetie pie that ain't a shed but he don't know that yet

so anyways y'all are at dinner and you're chatting it up blah blah blah your parents love him bc who wouldn't

and your dad asks "so how's riding going?"

and Jay's like 「(°ヘ°) how's what?

and you're like "oh yeah it's great, Y/H/N hates the summer heat tho"

and he's just kinda sitting there not knowing what's happening so he asks who Y/H/N is and you're like "oh my horse!! ☺️☺️☺️☺️"

your what

it explains the shed and why you're never available on certain days for dates tho

after dinner he begs to meet Y/H/N gotta meet the whole family yk

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Jake ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

y'all are neighbors aw how great

and so ofc he knows you ride horses bc like,,, he sees you walk out in your competition attire

and he had to ask why tf you were wearing a sweater and pants on the hottest day ever (me yesterday at my 38° LESSON WHO TF WEARS SWEATERS IN THAT WEATHER)

and you were like "oh yeah hehe i've got an equestrian competition"

after that he comes to every competition to support you 🥹

he loves going to your barn too

he's bffs with the instructors' dogs

and also the chickens

and the cats and goats and

everyone loves him 💞💞💞

he honestly may as well be your stables mascot with how often he's over there lmao

you took him on a trail ride once and he was so happy 🥺🥺

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Sunghoon ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

bold of you to assume he doesn't ride himself 🤨🤨

^^^ his reaction when you told him you rode horses

he doesn't ride tho bc he's lowkey terrified of getting kicked or bitten 💔

and like,,, touchè

but he thinks you're so pretty in your competition attire 💞💞

he loves coming to your shows to see you ride bc you look so elegant

also to show appreciation for you always coming to his figure skating competitions

y'all CANNOT do each other's sports for the life of you but you still support each other aw

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Sunoo ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

ever since he found out you rode horses he's been obsessed with hearing about your every lesson, trail ride, and competition

he helps you do your hair and your horse's mane for every showcase

he can braid better than you tho wtf 💔💔

also goes to all of your competitions

trust me he loves you and your riding but he is NOT getting on a horse any time soon

they smell weird and he doesn't wanna stink afterwards

you keep trying to convince him to just try it but he keeps refusing 👎

but it's okay bc he still comes to watch you

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Jungwon ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

actually super interested in riding

he loves listening to you explain it and is always up to hear what you've been learning

he may even hop on a horse himself 🫢

he doesn't really do it on his own time, but if y'all have a free weekend and wanna do an outdoor date he's always up for a trail ride

he's kinda bad at it tho, like he always has to take the easy horse and he still can't keep control of it

it's okay tho bc you still appreciate his willingness to listen to you talk abt it and try it himself

overall 10/10 we love him 🥰

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Ni-ki ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

SO hyped when he finds out you ride

he thinks it's the coolest thing ever and keeps thinking that "riding competitively" means racing

only slightly heartbroken when you tell him otherwise but he gets over it quickly

if he ever watches you go to the barn and practice by yourself he'll tell you to gallop and you're like sir this is a practice arena you're lucky if i work up to a canter

he's content with watching you trot tho bc he still finds it fun to watch

he likes going to your shows with his camera and taking pics of you looking all magical on your horse

prints out the pics and keeps all of them in a box 💞

basically just a lil baby in complete awe of you

a/n: proud to say that i have never been bitten nor kicked ☝️☝️ my uncle's horse Nipper did try to eat my hair once tho

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ooh nice that you have a chill first day 😌✨ and aHHH yes look at you making friends left and right and pLS i bet you are pretty 🥹 and ahh it must be fun speaking chinese w someone else around a lot of ppl who likely don’t understand sjsjsjs i don’t have v much opportunity to do that (probably why my mandarin sucks <//3 skdjd) but it always feels cool when i can.

no i’m sure you made the right choice for yourself. and you’ll probably experience so many great things. sometimes i wish i decided to go to university for the experiences. and you get to meet so many great ppl too. cuz my life is so online rn and when i get a job there’s a chance i’ll be working remotely, so online as well, so like- when am i gonna make friends or even find a boyfriend 😭 djsjsjdj waiting on you mr. jake sim 😃 /j 🥹 but thank you sm :(( <3 ah, so hahaha you’re not ,, exactly wrong ig ?? hahaha there are LOTS of different types of ux designers but i think you’re thinking of more ux engineering haha which is not what i’d be going into tho. what i would wanna go into is more focused on working with users and getting to understand their needs through interviews or surveys or looking through that data and working with a team to come up with the best solution and like drawing out potential products and whatnot :) and this could be physical or digital. any digital aspect tho won’t be coding ahaha no thanks 😃 hahaha but yeah :> hopefully that makes sense 😭

ooooh that would be nice for you if you could finish early and take a year off !! ik you can do it, 加油 !! i believe in you ✊🏻 and i’m wishing you the best in finding the path you’re most passionate about and that will work for you the best 🥹

i hope i make more >< she's super sweet and she told me i was her first friend in america and i was like 🥺🥺🥺 i feel so honored yk 😞🫂 omg but i was glad i was able to help her out tho, i think we're gonna have dinner friday night together too !! and ahhhwjfbsk don't even worry cuz my chinese sucks too <//3 i haven't spoken in like years until recently so i'm super duper rusty it's 💔💔 at least i haven't forgotten everything (_ _;)

ah yeah i see what ur saying, but ig there are pros and cons to both uni and ur program ? but maybe you'll be able to still network and stuff once u go into the workforce soon!! omg i'll have to track u down (/j) and take u out to socialize, just two introverts against the world 🤧🤧🤧 ohhh !! so it's more customer service based then, like more ,,, , idk how to describe it but i do get what ur saying TT that's still pretty cool tho!! coding is a lot of effort and schooling anyway (;_; better to not have to deal w some of the people in cs (if anyone is a cs major and is reading this, it's nothing personal, it's just the *people*)

thank uuu 🙏🏼🫂 the gap year would probably be me studying for the mcat and doing things to bolster my résumé/application cries but a gap year sounds really good rn tbh 🤧💀 SKDBKEJD AND 加油 TO U AS WELL 💖💖 we got this (ง'̀-'́)ง

#sungbeam strikes again #em 🍪#moot ❧

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seitmai · 6 months ago

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Jake had immediately vetoed calling the baby Mini Cactus, MC for short, for the week.

I love that he is changing the name every week 🥹

While you were uncomfortable with how you looked - like you’d eaten too big of a lunch - Jake loved it. His favorite thing to do was to have you relax against him, your back against his chest, with his hand resting on your stomach. He found every excuse he could to touch you: gently moving you out of the way to reach something, buckling your seatbelt as you rolled your eyes, his hand high on your thigh as he drove so his pinky brushed the slight bump, and inevitably cradling your stomach when he kissed you.

Oh he is an obsessed husband first and a loving dad second (but that will probably even out when the baby is born)

🥹😏🤭🤤🥵

You came hard, ears ringing as you clung to the headboard. Jake could only watch, lightly running his tongue across your pussy and admiring the view - the curve of your stomach and heaving breasts, the pretty pink flush on your cheeks, the glazed expression in your eyes when they finally met his own, and your tired smile. “Good, Mama?” he asked, giving your clit one final kiss. You jumped, thighs tensing at the overstimulation.

That is probably his happy place lol

“This is the easy part,” you said, biting the inside of your cheek when tears sprang to your eyes. “None of this is easy,” Javy sighed. “Stop being sweet, or I’m going to cry, and that’ll upset Jake.”

I love their friendship 🥹🫶🏻

“Fine. Should I tell you about my dream where I came over to meet the baby, and it was a squid?” “Yeah. But not a real squid, a cartoon squid. And it was blue. So I think that was my subconscious telling me that you’re having a boy who's gonna join the Navy.” “Because of a blue squid.” He smiled when you laughed, quickly brushing away a tear.

I'm so glad Javy will be there to lean on while Jake is gone, he already knows how to make her laugh in a bad situation, this is probably gonna come in handy

D-Day by TrickPhotography | Chapter 14

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x female!reader

Word count: 5.1k

Synopsis: After finding out his girlfriend is pregnant, Jake is ready to move in and get married. The last thing he expected was to be hit with a six-month deployment at sea and missing the birth of his first child.

18+, minors DNI

Chapter 13 | Series Master List | Ao3

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Chapter 14

Time was flying by, much as the Seresin household tried to ignore it.

Time was a double-edged sword. Each passing day brought you one day closer to Jake leaving and one day further into your pregnancy. It was one day closer to being alone and the end of your first trimester - of being done with constant nausea, light-headedness, exhaustion, and headaches. You were pretty sure that your coworkers had an idea that you were pregnant, too, given how frequently you excused yourself to the restroom to vomit or pee. It was getting to a point where you would have to start letting people know.

It also meant that your body was changing. Logically, you knew that it would happen and expected it. Still, finding fewer of your clothes fit was frustrating when getting ready for work. You’d been in tears that morning when your slacks refused to button over your 13-week belly, and you had to get back into the shower to shave your legs so you could wear a skirt. Tears were nothing new in the house, especially with Jake leaving for North Island in three days, but the last thing your husband wanted was for you to be shedding tears over Peach finally making herself known.

Jake had immediately vetoed calling the baby Mini Cactus, MC for short, for the week. But he wasn’t the one having to deal with sharp back and hip pain, which your doctor assured you was normal as your body accommodated your growing uterus. After one awful cramp while eating lunch together in your office, Jake suggested a back rub. When you leaned against the desk, he’d stood behind you, pressing his dick against your ass and whispering that he’d fantasized about bending you over that desk many times, but for different reasons.

So he’d thought about how to make you understand how fucking sexy you were all goddamn day. As soon as you got home, he’d rushed to the bedroom while you checked the mail, stripped off his khakis, and changed into the tightest pair of jeans he had, cock hard and pressing against the zipper. Feeling slightly foolish, he grabbed the cowboy hat from the closet and hurried into the kitchen in time for you to come inside, pausing to close the garage.

“What’s this?” you asked, laughing at the sight of your half-naked husband. Taking the mail from your hand, he tossed it onto the counter and wrapped his hands around your hips.

“What’d’ ya mean, Mrs. Seresin?” he drawled, thickening his accent. Jake brushed his lips against your forehead, his evening stubble lightly scraping your skin while backing you against one of the counters. His hips pinned you there as he tangled a hand in your hair, tugging as he licked into your mouth. With one hand on his back, you trailed the other down to lightly trace his erection, humming against his mouth. “See whatcha do to me, Mama?”

He quickly untucked your shirt and tugged it over your head, letting the material fall to the floor as his hands lifted to cradle your stomach. When your head tipped back against the cabinet, he unclasped your bra. His lips skimmed the red indents it had left on your shoulders and chest before turning his attention to your tender nipples, gently licking and sucking them. You whimpered. Jake chuckled against your skin as your fingers curled around the counter edge. Carefully nudging your feet wider, his lips moved down your body as he dropped to one knee. Hands glided up your legs, sliding under your skirt to kneed your ass. He kissed your stomach while removing your underwear, tucking it into his back pocket.

If there was one benefit of pregnancy, it was how sensitive you were. Much to both your surprise - and your husband’s delight - it seemed like your sex drive was on a hairpin trigger the closer you got to your second trimester. He was an expert at getting you off, but these days, Jake looking at you was enough to get you close. You’d been embarrassed when he’d played with your breasts while watching TV over the weekend and nearly made you come with that alone.

So, finding you already wet wasn’t a surprise. Jake ran a finger between your folds, dipping the tip of his finger into you before licking off the taste. “My favorite.” He tucked the hem of your skirt into the waistband, baring you to his gaze before wrapping his hand around your thigh and guiding it over his shoulder. The first pass of his tongue had you exhaling shakily. But when you looked down to watch him, the hat brim obstructed your view. Frowning, you quickly plucked it off his head and put it on your own.

“Better,” you hummed, toes curling in your flats when Jake flicked your clit with his tongue. His gaze drifted up your body to lock with yours, and he winked. With clinical precision, he took you apart with his tongue and fingers, all while keeping one hand on your stomach. It was almost comical to think that, before this man, you’d never gotten off from oral. You tugged his hair, gasping as he curled his fingers and moaned against you. Pleasure coiled low in your stomach as you rocked against his face and came with a loud moan.

Another benefit of pregnancy… the orgasms were amazing. They were so much more intense.

Grinning, Jake kissed your inner thigh before setting your foot on the floor, helping you out of your shoes before standing, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. Once he was sure you could stand alone, he stepped back, ignoring your whine as his eyes drifted down your body. “Don’t move,” he ordered, crossing the kitchen. When he grabbed his phone and unlocked it, you blushed. “I want a picture.” He took two, one head-on and the other standing off to your side, kissing you again before showing them to you. Your lips were swollen and lipstick smeared, a pleasantly sated expression on your face. Your pussy and breasts were on display, and so was the curve of your stomach.

“Jake,” you groaned, untucking your skirt and burying your face in your hands. “Delete those, please.”

“Why? You look fuckin’ gorgeous.”

“I look ridiculous.” He sighed and slid the phone into his pocket before gently tugging your hands away, entwining your fingers, and leading you toward the bedroom. He bypassed the bed and went straight into the ensuite, turning you towards the mirror and pressing his chest to your back. After stealing the hat, he trailed his hands down your body, one lightly circling your nipple while the other molded your skirt to your stomach. When your gaze lowered, he curled one finger under your chin and raised your head.

“Do you have any idea how sexy you are?” he whispered in your ear, chuckling lowly when you shivered, nipples pebbling under his watchful gaze. “All the time. Doesn’t matter what you’re doin’.” Tears of embarrassment shone in your eyes as you met his in the mirror, and he smirked, pressing his cock to your ass. “Takes everything in me to let you get out of bed and go to work when all I wanna do is touch you and fuck you and hear you moanin’ my name. My pretty little wife, havin’ my baby.” Holding your gaze, he took both of your hands and placed them on the vanity before kicking your feet wider. A hand pressed between your shoulders, encouraging you to bend forward. The sound of his zipper lowering had you sinking your teeth into your lip. Jake flipped the back of your skirt up before pressing into you.

“Fuck,” you whimpered as he rolled his hips, eyes fluttering closed.

“Nuh uh, darlin’. Look at yourself,” he rasped, stilling inside you. He lightly slapped your ass when you hesitated, grunting as you clenched around him. When you forced them open, taking in the sight of your husband bare-chested and in that fucking cowboy hat, you pushed back against him. “Good girl.” Jake snapped his hips, forcing a choked moan from your throat. “That’s right, Mama. Let Daddy take care of you.”

Fingers dug into your hips as he fucked you hard, one hand protectively against your lower stomach to keep it from hitting the vanity. He kept up a litany of praises - how good you felt, how gorgeous you were, and how much he loved you - as he watched your body ripple with the force of his thrusts. When you shifted a hand to brace yourself on the mirror, he reached under your skirt to circle your clit. His lips sealed on your throat, teeth scraping lightly, and you reached to curl your hand around the back of his neck. Your lips found his in panting kisses as you tipped over the edge, feeling him smile as you fluttered around him, pulling him along with a grunt.

You floated in the blissful post-orgasm glow, leaning back against Jake and letting him take your weight. “Love you,” you mumbled, tipping your head against his shoulder.

“Love you, too, darlin’.” Ignoring your whine, Jake slid out of you, unzipping your skirt and letting it fall, puddling at your feet. After lifting you onto the vanity, his fingers went between your legs, gently probing and pushing his cum back into you. Your nails dug into his arms. “You alright, Mama? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Shaking your head, you leaned forward to press your mouth to his throat. His rumbling laugh made you smile, hips lifting as he curled his fingers and dragged them out of you. When he lifted them to your mouth, you cleaned them, tasting the saltiness of his cum and your own earthy taste as your tongue curled around his fingers. “My perfect wife,” he sighed, ripping them from your mouth and kissing you deeply. He wrapped your legs around his waist and lifted you from the vanity, quickly making his way into the bedroom.

After setting you on the bed, Jake tugged off his jeans and placed the hat on the nightstand before covering your body with his. He playfully kissed your face and neck, making you giggle. When his hand drifted down between your legs, you caught his wrist. “Hands to yourself, Tex.”

“Let’s get a third out of you, Mama,” he cooed, kissing the corner of your mouth. Pulling his hand up, you nudged him onto his side. He brushed the hair from your face before his fingers skated down your body to rub his knuckle on your stomach. Lazy kisses became more heated as you grasped his hardening cock, lightly stroking and teasing. “Darlin’,” he huffed as you ran your thumb through the bead of precum and brought it to your lips. Guiding one of your legs over his hip, he shifted to try and line himself up with your pussy.

Smirking, you forced him onto his back and straddled his hips. Your mixed arousal coated his skin as he gripped your waist, trying to encourage you onto your knees. “Lieutenant Seresin,” you scoffed, covering his hands with your own. “I thought I said hands to yourself.”

“Can’t expect me to listen when you’re naked.” You threw your head back laughing, and he licked his lips while watching your breasts bounce. Surging upwards, he wrapped his arms around your back and pulled you down, burying his face in your breasts and kissing your sternum before sucking your right nipple into his mouth. His hands on your ass rocked you against his dick, and you moaned while pushing him away.

“Bad boy,” you said, tapping his nose. “If you can’t keep your hands to yourself, I can help you.” His cock twitched, and your grin grew. While Jake fucking loved using the restraints tucked under the mattress on you, leaving his hands free to take you apart, he’d only let you use them on him once in a blue moon. While you loved being held down, he was so tactile it killed him not being able to touch you. Which you loved. The sight of him trying and failing to touch you, held back by the velcro around his wrists - unable to set the pace on the one time he’d let you use the ankle straps - was such a turn-on.

The thought had you clenching your thighs around his hips, dragging your core along his dick. Trailing your nails down his left arm, you took his hand from your ass and removed his watch, tossing it onto his nightstand and mouthing at the pale skin of his wrist. “Please, babe?” you asked, looking at him through your eyelashes. He groaned. You squealed and cupped his face at his curt nod, peppering him with kisses. When you climbed off his lap, he tapped your ass before collapsing onto the bed, arms flung wide.

You made quick work of it, tossing the pillows to the floor and pulling the restraints from under the mattress. Jake grumbled when you wrapped the cuffs around his wrists and adjusted the length, restricting his movement. “Arms only,” he said as you moved towards the foot of the bed.

“Fine, fine,” you huffed. With the second cuff on, you sat beside him and ran your hand along his chest, admiring how the black fabric contrasted with his tan skin. He watched, biceps flexing and testing the give. It wasn’t much. Smiling, you retrieved the cowboy hat and put it on your head before moving to the foot of the bed. Jake spread his legs to accommodate you lying on your stomach. Absentmindedly, you lightly dragged your nails up his inner thigh, contemplating your next move. The muscle twitched as he glared down at you.

“Darlin’,” he growled.

“What?” you asked innocently, propping your head on your hand. His hat was too big, so you pushed it up so he could see your face. At his raised eyebrow, you rolled your eyes and returned your attention to his cock, pink and hard against his stomach. It had been a while since you’d given a blowjob, reluctant to test your gag reflex when dealing with morning sickness. But today hadn’t been too bad, and you knew how much your husband loved them. Moving closer, you ran the tip of your tongue along his thick vein, smirking at his grunt. “No promises,” you said, eyes darting to meet his.

“Whatever you can.” He shifted, looking down the length of his body to watch you kitten lick his dick. A self-satisfied smirk graced your lips at the sight of precum smearing his stomach. Holding his gaze, you ran the flat of your tongue up his length before taking him in hand and resting his crown against your bottom lip. Your tongue dipped into his slit, and he huffed when his attempt to bury his hand in your hair was thwarted.

“Will you think of this when you’re away?” you asked coyly. The image of you naked except for that fucking hat, legs crossed at the ankles and in the air, would be one that he would think about often when deployed.

“I’d take a fuckin’ picture if I could, darlin’,” he rasped. His cock slapped his stomach when you released him. “Where are you - ” he asked as you slid off the bed. His palm ached to slap your ass when you bent at the waist to grab his discarded jeans and retrieve his phone. “Hey!” he called when you went into the bathroom. He tugged at the restraints, only stopping when you reappeared, having reapplied that sinful red lipstick he loved. Tossing the phone next to him, you straddled his waist and leaned down to press your lips to his. Jake tried to hold you, letting out a muffled groan when he was held back. You smiled against his mouth, pulling away when he tried to take control of the kiss.

“If you’re good, Lieutenant,” you cooed, dragging your thumb from his lower lip down to the divot in his chin, his stubble rasping against your skin. “You can have a treat.” When he raised an eyebrow, you whispered in his ear. He moaned, pressing his head back into the bed. You smiled at how flushed he was, hair tousled from your fingers and eyes blown wide with arousal when they met yours. When you leaned down to kiss him again, the corner of the mattress lifted with how hard he pulled on the restraints.

You licked and sucked down his chest with a wink, leaving lipstick stains across his tanned skin to resettle between his legs. Phone in hand, you rested his cock against your lower lip and snapped pictures before tossing it aside. Holding his gaze, you ran the flat of your tongue up his length before taking his tip in your mouth. After taking a deep breath, you sank down on him, smiling at the loud groan Jake released. His legs tensed, heels digging into the mattress when you hollowed your cheeks, struggling not to thrust upward.

“Take the hat off,” he breathlessly ordered. “Wanna see you.” When you ignored him, he bent his knee and gently knocked your shoulder, unwilling to lift his hips and make you choke on him. “Hat. Now.” Rolling your eyes, you tipped it back so he could see your face. “Brat.” The ‘t’ was hissed as you swallowed him again, using your hand to cover what you couldn’t take.

With every pass, you took more and more of him. Jake’s hands flexed in the restraints, teeth digging into his lower lip as he fought against the need to fuck your mouth. The sight of his biceps flexing, the tendons of his neck strained, had you sliding a hand down your body to play with your clit. You moaned around him, eyes falling close as your thighs clenched. “That’s my girl,” he growled. “Get that pussy all nice and wet for me.” You whimpered around him, gathering your mixed cum and teasing yourself. “Fuck, darlin’, I’m close.”

Smirking, you pulled off of him and kissed his tip before lazily pumping him. “You alright, Mama?” Jake asked, lifting his head to look at you. Sweat dotted his brow, and you twisted your wrist, pulling a grunt from him.

“You’ve got a choice, Seresin. Do you want to come before or after I ride your face?”

“Fuckin’ Christ, woman. Gonna kill me,” he breathed, collapsing back onto the bed. His chest heaved as he stared at the ceiling for a moment before raising his knees to bracket you. “Wanna come in that hot mouth now.”

“Good choice,” you smiled before lowering your head to mouth at his balls. Jake’s back bowed off the bed, making you giggle. After kissing his shaft, you sucked on his tip, flicking your tongue under the crown before lowering your head. He was hot and heavy in your mouth when you paused, humming thoughtfully. Jake’s hips lifted involuntarily, forcing himself deeper.

“You’re doing so well, Mrs. Seresin,” he groaned. “Can you take a little bit more?” Rather than answer, you bobbed your head, breathing through your nose as your throat spasmed and tears sprang to your eyes. You could feel him twitch as you stilled, fighting your gag reflex. “Just like that. Good girl.” When you felt under control, you tapped his thigh, eyes trailing the length of his body to meet his gaze. Cocking an eyebrow, you ensured the hat was tipped back as you hummed again. Jake hesitantly lifted his hips, feeling you swallow around him, lips curving into a smile. Taking that as confirmation, he fucked your mouth, bumping the back of your throat with each pass. Pretty tears glistened on your cheeks as he chased his orgasm, fighting against the restraints when he came down your throat.

You gagged, struggling to swallow around him. Quickly, you pulled off of him and pressed your hand to your mouth as you swallowed, breathing heavily through your nose. Rolling onto your side, you rested your head on his hip, not bothering to catch the cowboy hat when it fell to the mattress. “Darlin’?” Jake’s voice was soft, and you tilted your head up to see his concerned look.

“I’m good,” you assured him after a moment, pushing onto your knees and crawling up his body. But when you leaned down to kiss him, you turned at the last minute to tuck your face into his neck to hide your yawn. His laugh turned frustrated when he tried to hold you and was limited to resting his head against yours.

“Alright, Mama, lemme go, and we can have some dinner and go to bed.”

“Nooo,” you grumbled, draping yourself over him and pressing your lips to his throat. “Promised you a treat.”

“Oh, we’re gonna do that once you’ve relaxed a bit. Don’t worry.” Shaking your head, you nipped his earlobe.

“‘M already close,” you purred. Jake groaned when your lips found his. “Please?” He could taste himself on your tongue and moaned, knowing he would probably taste himself between your legs, too. At his nod, you grinned and sat up. He licked his lips as you gripped the headboard, carefully kneeling around his head. “Good?” you asked.

“So good,” he rasped, eyes fixed on your pussy where he could see his cum mixed with your arousal. When you hesitated, he stretched to flick his tongue along your clit before gently closing his teeth on your lips and tugging. You lowered yourself onto his mouth. Jake tried to pull you down further, growling in frustration when he couldn’t. Gasping, you rolled your hips, feeling your core drag across his mouth. The tip of his tongue delved into you, and he groaned at the taste. His nose bumped your clit as he lifted his head to get closer. “C’mon, darlin’,” he mumbled. “Let Daddy take care of you.”

Taking a deep breath, you let your knees slide on the sheets, pressing your pussy to Jake’s face. He sighed against your skin, quickly kissing the length of your slit before running his tongue around your clit. You exhaled shakily, burying your face in your arm. You could already feel the coiled tension low in your stomach, so close to release. Letting go of the headboard, you pinched your nipple, bucking at the rough feeling. Taking advantage of the movement, he thrust his tongue into you, curling before dragging it back to your clit. With one hard suck on your clit, you felt yourself come apart.

“So good,” you echoed back. Carefully, you shimmied down his body and tucked yourself under one of his outstretched arms. When he tilted his head to look at you, you couldn’t help but dart your tongue out to taste yourself on his stubble.

“Gotta undo the cuffs,” he said softly. Groaning, you rolled onto your side and tugged at the velcro wrapped around his wrist. “Good girl,” he said, quickly undoing the second cuff and rubbing at his wrists before rolling towards you. His half-hard cock rested on his thigh as he gathered you in his arms, gently brushing the hair from your face. You blinked up at him and smiled when he kissed your forehead. “I’m gonna clean us up, and then we’re gonna have some dinner, alright?”

“‘M not hungry.”

“Too bad. You and Peach are gonna eat something before going to sleep.” You kissed him, trying to keep him in bed when he gently broke your grip and stood, pausing to kiss your stomach before going to the bathroom and grabbing a wet cloth.

You tensed, clutching Jake’s hand as the ultrasound tech shifted the vaginal probe. Amanda’s eyes darted over to you. “You alright, Mrs. Seresin?”

“Yup,” you nodded, chewing your lower lip. You met Jake’s eyes, glaring at the cocky look he gave you. When the doctor’s office had called first thing in the morning to offer a last-minute appointment, you’d jumped at it. They planned to use the probe on your stomach, but Peach wasn’t cooperating, so Amanda switched to the vaginal one. Unfortunately, you were a little tender after yesterday’s activities. A bit of discomfort was worth it for Jake to be at the ultrasound, though. Your original appointment had been scheduled for the day after he flew to North Island.

“Alright,” Amanda said, turning the screen toward you. “There’s Baby Seresin.”

“Oh my god,” you gasped, clapping a hand to your mouth. Peach was a small spot on the screen the last time you'd seen them. This time… this time you could see a clear outline of your baby.

“You can see baby’s head right here - look at that cute little nose! We’ve got some fingers and see their little mouth moving?”

“Darlin’,” Jake said softly, voice rough with emotion as his hand clenched around yours. “That’s our little girl.”

“Little boy.”

“A house divided, huh?” Amanda chuckled.

“He’s been adamant that we’re having a girl because he’s an aviator,” you said, brushing the tears from your cheek. “Are you able to tell what they are?”

“I can’t - you’ll be able to get confirmation in a couple weeks, though.”

“Damn.” Jake thumbed away a tear and cleared his throat. “Kinda hoped that we could find out before I left.” At Amanda’s confused look, he sighed. “I’m deploying tomorrow. So this’ll be the last appointment I’m at.”

“Oh.” The woman’s face fell as she looked between you. “I’m really sorry about that. We’ll take good care of your wife and baby.”

“Thank you.” Amanda nodded.

“I can’t tell you your baby’s gender, but…” she flipped a switch, and a whooshing filled the room. “Alright, baby’s moving and isn’t gonna cooperate again.” You rolled your lips together when the probe moved and then froze at the thumping sound. “That’s baby’s heartbeat. Gonna take some measurements and… sounds nice and strong.”

Jake grinned as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, pointing it at the screen to record the image and sound. “Wow,” you breathed, inhaling sharply when he brushed his lips against your clasped fingers.

“I’m gonna take a couple of pictures for the doc, and then we’ll get more for you. If your little one cooperates.”

Your nails dug into his hand as the probe moved, but the discomfort was worth it to see the adoration in your husband’s eyes as he stared at your baby. To make sure that he had this moment.

“I’ll see you in two days,” Jake said, holding you tightly.

“Friday night, 8:07PM,” you confirmed.

“I’ll be there.” Clearing your throat, you pasted on a watery smile and tipped your head back. Standing on your toes, you brushed your lips against Jake’s

“You better be, Daddy. Otherwise, Peach and I are gonna be really mad at you.”

“Can’t have that.” In the privacy of your office, he dropped to his knee and kissed your stomach. “Be good for mama, Peach.” You ran your fingers through his hair, gently tugging.

“It’s time to go, babe.” Groaning, he gripped your hips, pressing his forehead to your stomach. With a deep sigh, he pushed to his feet and took your hand. His duffle was by the door, and he grabbed the handle while you took his flight bag. The duffle wheels seemed loud in the Bounty Hunter’s hanger as you made your way to the flight line.

A group stood by the Vigilantes hanger - a few of Jake’s coworkers and the Daggers. While your husband made the rounds to say his goodbyes, Javy dropped an arm over your shoulders and tugged you close. “You okay?” he asked.

“This is the easy part,” you said, biting the inside of your cheek when tears sprang to your eyes.

“None of this is easy,” Javy sighed.

“Stop being sweet, or I’m going to cry, and that’ll upset Jake.”

“Fine. Should I tell you about my dream where I came over to meet the baby, and it was a squid?”

“What?”

“Yeah. But not a real squid, a cartoon squid. And it was blue. So I think that was my subconscious telling me that you’re having a boy who's gonna join the Navy.”

“Because of a blue squid.” He smiled when you laughed, quickly brushing away a tear.

“What’s so funny?” your husband asked.

“Blue squids,” Javy shrugged. Jake raised an eyebrow, looking between you two.

“Javy’s team boy,” you said.

“Javy’s wrong.”

“Do we have a pool going?” Payback grinned, drifting over as the crowd thinned.

“For what?” Phoenix asked.

“If they’re having a boy or a girl,” Javy replied.

“Oh. Girl,” Phoenix shrugged.

“Thank you,” Jake grinned.

“It’s a boy,” you huffed.

“If Mom says it’s a boy, it’s a boy,” Payback said.

“Thank you!”

“So it’s Hangman and Phoenix saying it’s a girl, and Payback, me, and Mom saying it’s a boy. Bob?” Javy asked.

Bob shrugged. “Navy men have daughters.”

After some good-natured teasing, the Daggers took Jake’s duffle and went to load it into his jet’s travel pod. “Alright, guess it’s time,” Jake sighed.

“It’s two days,” you said, forcing your tone to be light. “Remember, we’re not sweating the small separations.” He nodded, leaning down to kiss you, lightly stroking your stomach.

“I’ll see you in San Diego.”

“I’ll see you there. Love you.”

“I love you, too.” When he didn’t move, you shook your head.

“You gotta go, or you’ll be late.” Jake sighed, kissing your forehead. “Fly safe.”

The Daggers stood beside you as you watched Jake taxi down the flight line. As his F-18 screamed into the sky, you cradled your stomach and blinked back tears.

It was only two days.

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Author's Note: I promised you hot, married people sex. Hopefully this delivered. Thank you to @mayhemmanaged for the input and encouragement in writing this chapter!

Unfortunately, Jake's only one short week out from deploying. But at least he got to see Baby Seresin before he left! And he made sure that he documented things from home that he would miss - both of Mama and Baby.

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hi new anon here, i just wanna say first off i LOVE your account <3

second off, i have this imagine where jake sees your stripping before a shower, and after you’ve come out from the longest, steamiest shower of your life, jake makes it a whole lot steamier…

like in the shower WITH jake? i need this man now

hello new anon, it’s a pleasure to meet you!! oh bless you, thank you so much for letting me know!! that warms my heart and i’m so pleased to hear you do!! 🥹 <33

shower sex with jake?????? please!!!!!

he’s watching you undress and groans, falling back on the bed in defeat at how fucking good you look. he knows on the weekends you need long and steamy showers just to yourself, so he waits until you’re out.

dragging the towel around your damp body, you notice jake’s naked frame in the reflection of the mirror. “you going for one?” you catch his gaze, tilitng your head to run another smaller towel through your hair. “yep, and you’re coming with me.” jake unravels your towel and drags you back to the shower. “what? jake, i just had one.” you protest, giggling. “not with me you didn’t.”

he’s got you pressed against the tiles, on your knees, on his knees, bending over, any position he’s having you in.

thank you so much for this incredible thot dear anon!! 💌

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na-ta-sh-aa · 11 months ago

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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.”

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.”

“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.

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.

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.”

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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