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stoopidpigeonxx · 5 months ago

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⋆˚｡⋆୨✧୧˚ 𝑶 𝑪𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝑴𝒚 𝑪𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏. ˚୨✧୧⋆｡˚⋆

CAPTAIN CURLY SMUT HEADCANNONS !! NSFW under the cut. MDNI.

(These are all completely random, not tied to any prompt. I just want more stuff about this guy cuz I love him) Fandom/characters: Mouthwashing, Captain Curly, other characters briefly mentioned.

Content warning: Smut (obviously), p in v, curlys packing, title kink, thigh-riding, face-sitting, size difference, manhandling, reader is AFAB, creampie, multiple rounds, riding, cursing, J*mmy.

-He's a grower, not a shower.

I firmly believe Curly is a distinguished gentleman, unlike J*mmy who would most likely brag about how big he is and end up only being like, 5 or 6 inches. Curly, however, will not mention his size until you see it for yourself. And when he sees your face, he panics. "Oh-shit, uh- i-is it gonna be too big for you? It's okay if it is, I should've warned you.."

He's four inches soft, uncut. I think he keeps himself decently groomed. He's not completely bare, but it isn't a forest. He's got a little v-line that's only visible when he wears sweatpants that you go absolutely feral over. When he gets hard, whoo boy. 9 inches, throbbing. He's got a cute little vein near his tip that you like to attack when you're sucking him off because it makes his thighs shake. He's got a little bit of a mushroom tip, maybe more rounded. Perfect for hitting all those good spots inside you. In short, he's big. (he tucks it, that's why he doesn't have a bulge in his sprites. Also I'm sorry trans-Curly headcannon people ;-;)

-"Need a seat? I'll volunteer."

VEEEEEERRRYYY into face-sitting. Very. Like, the first thing he wants when you guys get freaky is for you to sit on his face. He's not exactly sure why he likes it, to be honest, he just loves the feeling of you absolutely lose yourself on his tongue. He isn't worried about suffocating or anything, since he's a lot bigger than you, so don't be afraid to ride his face! he can handle it! But seriously, use this guy as a seat. He'd give you a few licks up your slit at first to warm you up (again, gentleman) before going for your clit. And when he gets it, he sucks. Hard. He'd also probably sneak a finger or two inside you to add extra stimulation, because he really wants you to come on his face. He desperately yearns for the sound of you screaming his name as your juices cover his face and tongue, letting you ride your orgasm out before lifting you off his face and setting you down. "Alright, sweet-stuff, my turn. On your knees, please."

-Save a Polle, ride his big ass thighs.

So... we've all seen his sprite. He's thick as fuck. He's got a booty and bigger tits than me. But he also has deliciously large thighs.. so use that to your advantage, because he's totally down with it. He likes using it as foreplay to get you wet enough to take him, and he just likes the feeling. He'll probably give himself a hand while you're doing it, or he'll just watch and leave the touching to you.

He isn't much for public sex, but if you're really horny, he'll let you get high on his thigh over his uniform and gently praise you when you come. It gives him a little buzz to be doing something like that in a risky situation, like while he's in the cockpit sitting at the control panel, or even in the commons of the ship with Daisuke in a few rooms away. When you do come, which isn't that long after, he'll kiss you all over your face and head and twirl your hair in his fingers, using his other hand to rub your ass or back.

"There you go, sweetheart, that's a good girl. Good job."

-Sir yes sir.

I know, I know. He gets called 'Captain' and 'Sir' for his job. But if its coming from you when he's balls deep in you.. It's an entirely different reaction.

"D-did.. you just call me- mgh..- Captain?"

It makes him ferociously horny to hear that title slip from your lips, so pray you'll still walk tomorrow. "Ooh, fuck, yeahhh. Call me that again, baby. Call me that again.. Uh-huh. Captain takin' care of this pretty lil' pussy, huh.."

He doesn't dirty talk that explicitly, but you calling him captain gets his creative juices flowing. Oh, also his come. Yeah..

Its also perfect teasing material. You two couldn't even be getting it on, you'd just sneak up behind him and kiss him on the cheek and say "Morning, Captain!" In that tone you know drives him wild. Boom, hard. Poor guy.

-Yeehaw!

favorite position? Cowgirl. For many reasons. One, he loves looking at your face while you ride his cock. The noises, the facial expressions you make, the way your tits bounce up and down with your hips.. He wishes it was a renaissance painting to look at every morning. He also just likes being able to hold you easily. When you're on his lap, its easier for him to snake a hand up and hold your hair out of your face, or to give your ass gentle love taps (he would never spank you, unless asked to). He's a very hands-on guy and wants to touch you, everywhere he can.

Of course, he doesn't mind the occasional doggy, or missionary, or hell, even a Full Nelson, because you KNOW he's able to hold you like that. Manhandling comes naturally with Curly. Gently, of course. He would never hurt you.

-Gets a little messy.

Curly's no one pump chump. He'll go for hours. Even if he's came inside you at least five times, he'll keep going. He's got hella impressive stamina. His motivation? Seeing your cunt leaking his seed when he pulls out. He wants you to still find it in your underwear 3 days later. No hole goes unfilled. He's not exactly a breeder, per-say, though he definitely wouldn't complain about getting you pregnant, he just likes seeing you in a state. He thinks of it as artwork, leaving you so stuffed to the brim. The next day, he'd pull you aside and give you a quick finger-orgasm, just to see if his come's still in there. When it leaks onto his fingers along with your own, he's a very happy man. "Ahh, look at that. Still got it in ya. Should fill you up even more later, hm?"

oof. my hands hurt. ;-;

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200markies · 4 months ago

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　　　　jeno ♡ is the type of boyfriend to ... ⁺

jeno soft hours & headcanons. all are fictional.

pairing: lee jeno x fem!reader

genre: romance, fluff

result from the poll i gave (it's now deleted haha sorry)

author's notes: i made a poll on my main blog like around 3 weeks ago (i deleted it bc im transforming my main blog into something) and i saw that you guys chose jeno over renjun for a boyfriend soft hours headcanon. and well lo and behold, i will bring it to you as requested! i know you guys definitely liked my chenle and jisung headcanons (let's face it, i literally still get bombarded with a bunch of notifs saying you guys r still reblogging and liking my posts AND I WON'T COMPLAIN!) sooo i'll continue this entire thing since this is now probably a 7dream series. i hope this filled up your delusions AND. i hope y'all like this as much as you guys liked my jisung and chenle headcanons :>>

p.s i hope this is an accurate depiction of how i think jeno would be as a boyfriend.........

i am always open 4 requests, and my ask inbox is open so go ahead and request or ask me anything ! i'm always happy to answer each and every message <3

jeno is the type of boyfriend to act all whiny and pouty when you don't give him full attention for at least a second. he wants you to give him attention without any breaks. the moment you let go of him or the moment he finds himself no longer in your arms when he wakes up, he'll start whining and pouting for you to come back.

"wait, let me get something─" as you were about to get up to get something from your cabinet, jeno cuts you off by whining and gripping you tightly to keep you from getting up. you turn around to him, his pout becoming visible already as a sign that he doesn't want to let go of your arms just yet. "but.. baby... can't you stay here first with me? am i not deserving of your attention?"

jeno is the type of boyfriend to follow you almost everywhere you go. not in like a stalking way though, but in a way where he truly wants to go with you on anything you plan to travel or drive to. whether it's a gala with your friends, or something personal yourself. he just doesn't want to be alone and wants to join you almost everytime.

"baby, i'll attend a birthday party on saturday with my friends." you say softly to jeno in front of you, writing down the event on your calendar. you could feel his little stare at you when you said that, with a little nod which you knew that it meant he'll ask you again if he could come. you sigh playfully, rolling your eyes at him as you knew that he'll ask you any minute. "you know the drill.... can i come?"

jeno is the type of boyfriend to sulk and playfully fight you when you say something that doesn't fit the conversation. if, for example, you don't answer his question, he'll immediately sulk and fight you as if he hates you, literally! but, you know all the time he's joking by how cute he is when he fights you. and, even if he fights you playfully a million times, he'll always accept your apologies.

"baby, do you like my suit?" jeno asks, coming out of the fitting room in a tailor shop to see if his suit looks good for his occasion tomorrow. you were still talking about your anniversary plans together, which immediately made jeno sulk as you ignored his question. "heeey, you ignored my question!" he starts whining, sulking while putting up a cute angry expression. he goes to you and smacks you playfully, fighting you just because you ignored his question. "i'm sorry─ i'm sorry!" you start apologising while jeno kept smacking you, still sulking. "you didn't answer my question! do you like my suit?" he asks again, in which you nodded and gave him a little kiss on the lips for him to stop.

jeno is the type of boyfriend to send you something before he goes to work. it's either he sends you an adorable selfie, or something sweet, or maybe some funny jokes to enlighten up your mood if you feel down. he tries his best to at least make you happy in the most minimal way possible─ and it works!

"good morning, baby! hope you slept well. gonna head to work nowww, see you later my love! i love you pretty girl :>" jeno sends the message to you, hoping that you can read it now that you're probably awake. you were on your bed, looking at the notification on your lockscreen. you type out a response, saying, "hi cutie ! i did sleep well, good morning <3 i'll see you later! ilym" and pressed send with a giggle.

©️ 200markies / jyanihaes, 2024

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blackbirdsblackberries · 8 months ago

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I Hate The New Hero

Pt 2: A spider's nest is different to a bird's.

Pt 1 - Pt 2 (You're here) - Pt 3 - Pt 4 - Pt 5 - Pt 6 - Pt 7 - Pt 8 - Pt 9 - Pt 10

Okay, judging by how the polls are going now, this one is winning!! I'll post the second part of Don't Drink The Kool-Aid soon (possibly tomorrow or the day afterwards). Don't be afraid to send in asks and such regarding anything! I love answering them and doing side stories/headcanons for this series or other series of mine!

The day rolls by painfully slow. How could it not when you're going to invite someone, who you're pretty sure would throw you to the wolves for a dollar, into your shitty apartment?

You exit the school building with two of your friends; Sherri Webster and Tia Hunt. You see Timothy leaning against the wall to the exit of the school building and you can't help but scoff, does he not have a life or friends?

Tia notices your gaze and chuckles, you had already told them both about Tim and the project, they laughed and made fun of you - you'll get back at them.

Sherri pats me back "If you don't come back to school tomorrow we'll let the police know he probably murdered you!" Tia laughs at that and I grumble and elbow Sherri.

"Oh shut up! God, you're insufferable!"

"And you're about to be dead!"

"Oh please, no one in Gotham stays dead these days!"

"I'll make sure you do!"

Tia interrupts before the minor spat ends in the two forgetting Timothy is there - now looking at the three with the very hatred you'd give to your parent's murderers.

"Can you guys fight later? In the group chat maybe? I'm starving and want to go home - private school food tastes like shit." Sherri sighs but agrees and the two wave goodbye before leaving you.

You wave and after a bit of awkward silence you glance at Timothy who is now staring daggers at you, his eyes are calculating but aren't narrowed - like a feral wolf analysing it's target. You hold back a sigh as you raise a brow.

You make a hand motion for him to follow you and you start to walk along the path to your amazing, beautiful, posh, cool apartment that in no way is flawed.

The walk is silent and painful, at this point your willing to bust out the charms and joke with him but you're scared he's going to smash your head into the concrete as soon as you make a joke.

You walk past a poster that was hung up regarding the heroes of Gotham, Aranea is near the center hanging to the side of a wall. You scowl at it - the picture was bad and didn't flatter you at all.

Timothy catches your scowl and makes a show of rolling his eyes and typing something on his phone. You can't hold back any longer.

"What? You grading me or something? Speak the fuck up if you have a problem, Richy Rich." You sneer as you say the last part, he snaps his head up at you in offense.

"Oh, you want me to speak up?! Fine, you're a selfish brat who's got parents that fawn over you and you never lacked anything in your life yet you go after some sweet innocent girl who would a hundred percent save you if you needed it. Aranea is one of the best people in Gotham and it's disgusting that you are so rude to her!" Timothy rants. You can't help but raise a brow, you want to laugh so hard - the irony is right there.

Instead you roll your eyes "You hate me because I hate someone you fangirl over? How pathetic. Hate me for a real reason!" You try not to smirk when you see Timothy try to take deep breaths and calm down.

"... Let's just get to your apartment already." He states as he continues walking, you raise a brow. "Wrong way." He turns around and follows you silently.

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Finally you stop in front of your stunning apartment. Out of the corner of your eye you see Tim raise a brow.

"How'd you get into a private school if your parents can't even afford an apartment building that doesn't look like it's had ten different crime scenes this week?"

You deadpan, ouch man...

"I got in through an engineering scholarship." You reply blandly, no point in spilling your emotions and true personality to a person like Timothy.

Timothy doesn't say anything else and you take that as the conversation ending and lead him into the complex and to the apartment you reside in.

It's home and you wouldn't want anything different. The plants are dead, there's a leaky tap, the clock that's stuck on the wall ticks annoyingly, there's a small spider making it's home in one of the corners and all the furniture looks one kick away from dust.

Your parents don't have much time to clean...

You look at Timothy out of the corner of your eye, despite loving where you live you know people will judge and Tim will probably use this against you some time in the future.

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Tim's confused. You had always exuded "rich spoilt brat" behavior and seemed so stuck up yet live in actual filth? On top of that you got into Gotham Academy on a scholarship? Do high schools even do scholarships? It doesn't make sense.

Tim's not an idiot, he knows he's being petty but at the same time he can't bring himself to stop. Aranea is one of the kindest people he's met in Gotham, a saint, an innocent person who deserves a good life.

Yet, you hate her guts, you say awful things about her despite not even meeting her - or maybe you did, either way there's no reason for you to be acting like this.

Tim isn't petty, he won't use your living situation against you but the scholarship thing can be.. a small post can ultimately cause ridicule in the school.

He blinks a couple times, not noticing how he's already in a cramped bedroom - it's the size of a supply closet in the manor!

There's a bed in the corner, a window that's curtained up, a closet, a toy chest and a pile of sketch books that reaches halfway up the bedframe. It's cozy he supposes - for a sewer rat at least.

You mumble something about getting food before leaving the room. Seems you have some smarts and etiquette.

His phone buzzes and he looks down at the Gotham Vigilante Group Chat (GVGC), it's a message from Aranea.

Aranea: "Heyyyy!! I won't be able to go on patrol tonight, my mama wants to go out for dinner :("

Tim sighs, that's good. He can't go because of the stupid project so it seems he won't have to get horrendously teased for missing out on hanging with Aranea.

Tim's phone buzzes again and it's Bruce.

Bruce: "Message if (Reader) does anything sketchy. You can't trust someone so hateful."

Way to state the obvious. Tim already had multiple plans in case you did something.

He pockets his phone after responding with a thumbs up and he sits down, on the floor - assuming that's where they'll work.

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Soon you come back with snacks in hand and had changed into more comfortable clothes - they were your dad's because in no way were you going to show Timothy your sense of style.

The clothes consisted of cargo shorts that were grossly oversized and tied with some shoelace to stop them from falling and an oversized shirt with the image of Garfield on it.

You raise a brow at where Timothy is sitting.

"Uh, why are you sitting on the floor?"

"That's where we'll work. Why?"

You think you're ready to go cry in a corner out of frustration.

"I have a bed."

"okay? I doubt it can even fit the both of us."

... Okay, that's true. Still, even if you hated him your parents didn't raise you to be rude to guests.

"Fine. You sit on the bed and I'll kneel on the floor."

You watch as his eyes widen, not expecting that response. You push him to stand up and make him sit on the bed before plopping down and taking a big sketchbook and flipping to the back of it.

"Okay, let's get started." You mumble, more so to yourself.

You two spend the next three to four hours researching, drawing things and writing down dates. By the end of it your tired and just want to sleep. It would have been done sooner if there wasn't an argument that caused you to storm out of the apartment and pace the halls and if Tim didn't leave to the halls to answer a call but at least it's over with.

You rest your head against your bed, you're still on the floor and more than content staying there, you doubt your body will even allow you to move.

Slowly your eyes close and you drift off to sleep.

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yandere-sins · 1 year ago

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Yan-Poll #9

[The Stalker Part 1]

Strange things have been happening to you lately.

It started small with the discomfort of always feeling like you were being watched. Of course, you never met someone's eyes when you turned around, and you tried to brush it off as best as you could. But even when you started minimalizing your time outdoors, unexplainable things started to happen in your own house. Things were moved when you weren't looking, the space next to you in your bed was warm when you woke up, and you found strange devices around the house that you couldn't explain.

You went to the police, but there was nothing they could do.

So you installed cameras, and lo and behold, there he was. The creep that had intruded into your life. It didn't even take him a day of caution before you watched on your computer as the black silhoutte stared directly into the camera, his eyes hidden behind a black mask. He made a heart gesture with his hands before breaking into your bedroom window in the early hours of the morning, seemingly with ease. As if he knew what he was doing. Unafraid.

There was no way you could have stayed in the house. But even when you moved from your childhood home to your friends home, your stalker made sure you noticed that he was still around, one way or another. Worse, even with the footage, the police was still unable to catch him.

Feeling defeated and scared, you eventually mustered the strength to go home. Even with him making his presence known, he hadn't done anything to you, and somehow you had to look forward into the future and reclaim the life that his terror had stolen from you.

Everything was clean and tidy, unlike you expected. You found some things out of place, like books that didn't belong in certain shelves, but it definitely looked like he had tried to arrange them correctly, but wasn't sure where they went. It made you smile faintly as you took out your favorite childhood book. But only for a brief moment before you stuffed the book right back into the actual place it belonged and tried to get used to the old but new enviroment of your own home.

Until the door rang.

You didn't expect any visitors. Up to this point, you two had never interacted. At least, nothing more than the few stare-offs through the camera. Yet... you knew it was him.

You braced yourself, your phone clutched in your hand while you grabbed an umbrella standing in the entrance. Things could get messy quickly, but maybe if you were able to just let him know you didn't want anything from him, maybe he could be reasoned with. With bated breath you unlocked one of the locks you had installed on your door, just enough to open a gap, and gathering all your courage you opened it, only to find...

Nothing. Well, not nothing. Just no one.

You stood there for a while, contemplating what was going on, when your gaze fell to the ground, a stark white envelop resting there. You waited for a moment more, expecting someone to jump out if you weren't looking. But eventually, you squatted down, fishing the envelop through the gap and closing it again. Nervously, you messed with the opening until you could pull out the paper inside.

Welcome home, baby! :) Please wear the clothes I put into the closet for you tomorrow ♥ Can't wait to see you in them!

Feeling a sense of panic, you got up, hurriedly walking into your bedroom and throwing open the closet doors. All your clothes had vanished, only a small, neatly-folded pile sat in one of the shelves, a post-it on them.

P.S. I'm glad my little mishap with the book made you smile. I'll do anything to see you smile ♥

Goosebumps ran over your whole body as you realized he must have just been here if he saw you smile briefly just minutes ago and then placed the note here. Maybe he still was? You stopped breathing, listening intensely if there were any other sounds you hadn't noticed before. Your home was silent.

Hesitantly, you pulled out the clothes he had prepare. Soft, expensive, skimpy. The outfit your stalker put together was much too raunchy for your taste but it would still work even in an office setting. You'd be covered with trousers and a blazer, but the top that was supposed to act like a shirt was see-through and lacey as if it was lingerie. You were sure to turn some heads if you wore it to your job.

Refusing him didn't seem to have any immediate consequences, but at the same time, after already being terrorized for so long, could you really refuse such a small request? Certainly, it would prompt him to get bolder... But at the same time, despite showcasing he could, he never confronted you. There was no saying if refusing him would cause any issues, even if it seemed likely. But maybe you had just become incredible paranoid.

(Reasoning and discussions welcome! ♥)

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eclipseberrycake · 3 months ago

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Poly! MoonBerryCake x Reader Pt. 9.5*

AN: The poll isn't over juuussst yet but I'm pretty sure of what is gonna win, so here we are <3 I do appreciate those voting for Roo's choice! Kissing your foreheads so softly rn /platonic So I kind of split the diff, you know? This was my choice was this part right here. Bc it makes me laugh. We get more MBC too, since I'm also going to start Part 10! Yay! Then I'll get back to requests! So, you'll get this today, then maybe part 10 either later tonight (Probably Tomorrow), then on Thursday I'll start requests again since Wednesday is my rest day!

ALSO also, people are figuring out my little clues and like I'm so proud of all of us. We're killing it, y'all are great at picking up the small nuances, Kissing you so gently on the forehead right now.

ALSO ALSO, also, I think the general consensus was that it's okay to give Reader a tail? I might hold off just for now to see if any objections come from it, but if there are none come part 11, I'll add it permanently! For this chapter, it's just a trial run! It's totally okay too if thats not something you guys want too, let me preface! If it turns out you guys try it, hate it, and want it gone I can come back and edit this part! Hence the "*" in the title!

Part One -> Part Two -> Part Three -> Part Four -> Part Five -> Part Six -> Part Six 1/2 -> Part Seven -> Part Eight -> Part Nine

Warnings: None, really, except for some of my personal ships. I don't wanna see any debate about them, this is mostly my preferences.

☁ He's watching you.

☁ He's watching you and you know it. You're momentarily ignoring it as you're elbow deep in the cookie jar, newly filed nails just barely brushing against a cookie at the very bottom. It makes you huff in annoyance at it before you're moving to kneel on the counter, hoping to reach further into the frankly too-larger-to-be-normal cookie jar. It just evades you're hand once more, and your tail gives a whip in annoyance.

☁ You would use the additional limb, but you've gotten in trouble more times than you could count with using your tail in the kitchen. Something about it getting too close to the Twisteds for it to be sanitary at all. You rolled your eyes at that, but since returning from your time as a Twisted, for a second time, you obeyed where you could.

☁ All while he's watching you struggle, hiding a poorly concealed snicker behind his blanket. It makes you huff once more before finally getting a finger on the cookie, making you grin. You hook it to the side, gently dragging it up so you can grab it, only for it to crumble.

☁ You let out a cry, retracting your cookie-less hand to stare in the jar, bewildered at the absolute audacity.

☁ This time he can't stop the laugh that spills out of him, making you glare at him. "You could've helped."

☁ "I could've." Astro agrees, standing from his chair, where he has a glass of milk and his own trio of cookies on a plate in front of him. "But where's the fun in that?"

☁ He walks over to the cookie jaw and reaches a longer arm in, making your tail wag behind you as you watch him grab one of the larger chunks of your broken treat. You quickly grab your set aside plate and hold it out for him to set the piece on the plate. One by one, every piece is set on the plate before he's pulling his arm back and putting the lid back on. It's flipped upside down so the top of the jar is facing the inside, signifying it's empty.

☁ With so many toons living in one area, it was easy for small things like an empty cookie jar to make tensions rise, so small things like that just made everything flow so much easier.

☁ You thank Astro with a happy little kiss, making him hum contentedly at your actions before you're both returning to the table. You have your own cup of milk as well, both of you picking up the tradition of a pre-bedtime snack a few months back. Or so you thought that's when it started.

☁ For Astro, this had always been the two of you's thing. Sprout and Cosmo baked, himself and Sprout went through old episodes together and the other handler rooms, even Cosmo and himself had scary movie nights. Everyone had their thing with each other, and cookies in the kitchen late at night was yours and his. This was the first place you told him about the Teagan and Rodger tension, which had grown exponentially. And as much as he tried to pretend he wasn't, he was a huge gossip.

☁ The familiar action of just you and him talking about everything going on, debriefing if one would, was something he held so dear and close to his chest, and he's sure you knew it too as you would never let more than three days pass before shaking him awake with a cheeky grin, nodding to the doorway.

☁ It reminded him of when he came back in all honesty. Never would that Astro ever have thought he would've been where he is now, with you and Cosmo and Sprout and Blu and everyone back, but as he is now, he would rather turn into a twisted again then give it up.

☁ His own tail gave a wag as he slid one of his cookies onto your plate, giving you The Look when you tried giving it back. You took it with a humored rool of your eyes, before rewrapping yourself in your own blanket, crossing your legs on your chair as you settled in.

☁ The lights were down low and gave your cheeks the softest orange tint and your eyes the softest of amber highlights. It made his tail wag at the sight of it, the silly thing giving away all of his emotions before he even had the chance to stop it.

☁ "So," You begin, folding your hands in front of you like it's a business meeting. "Check-in. How is Mr. Novalite doing?"

☁ He guffaws at the drop of his name, but copies your seated postion anyway with one pair of hands holding his blanket while the other twists with his tail to stop it from wagging like a lunatic. "I'm...content. Honestly. Sprout and I found some more sealed documents in Delilah's old room and are planning on looking through those soon. Cosmo and I have plans to watch that new Heretic movie that just came out. You and I are having our own date night. Plus, I know we all have a big date night coming up. Did you and Cosmo decide on what you wanted to do?"

☁ You nod, grinning happily as your own tail gives a wag. "Spa treatments then a movie night! We have it all planned out and ready to go, with a few special treats ordered for the night!"

☁ Your excitement is palpable and contagious, so much so Astro has to tighten his hold on his own tail, even if the moon at the end continues to move regardless. "That sounds perfect." He gives a sappy grin. "Other than that, myself and Shelly started a new book Brightney recommended to us, so we've been doing that to reconnect. And I think...that's really it from my end."

☁ You soften at the new information, leaning on one of your hands as your elbow settles on the table. "You sound happy."

☁ "I am. Immensely." He returns, reaching a hand. You give your free one eagerly, letting him hold it and trace his thumb over the knuckles of your hand. "Now, what about you? You've been busy."

☁ You nod, watching his thumb before thinking back to what you've been doing lately. "Well, Cosmo and I have started getting into art lately. We spent last night painting with music in the background, and it was nice. We got to talk without really thinking about it-oh, by the way, we decided you would be the boot in monopoly."

☁"...The boot." He has to take a second, mentally going through the pieces before realizing he never cared enough to know them all.

☁ "Yeah, we originally thought thimble because it sounds like thumb and you have the most thumbs, but it was way funnier if you went with the boot." You explain as if any of that made any sense whatsoever. "Also, did you know he wants like eight kids? Not happening." You scrunch your features before shaking his head. "Like, don't get me wrong, I liked the kids when Gardenview was in it's prime, but eight? All the time?!" You grimace, making him chuckle before your shaking your head.

☁ "Anyway, Sprout and I, what have we been doing?" You think for a second, before perking right up. "A few things! We've been playing games a lot! It started with Mario Kart, and then we found mini-gold clubs on one of the runs and now we set up increasingly difficult holes. It's great! I kick his ass!" You beam. Astro's sure half the problem for Sprout is that the mini-golf clubs made for children are much too short for him, but he doesn't bring that up.

☁ "And with friends, Goob's going through something- which I'll tell you in a second-, but Glisten and I have gotten closer lately. He joined our tag runs recently and he actually kills it! Especially with his teleporting? I don't think he's been tagged once." You explain, raising your head so you could use that hand to gesture as you speak. "We're thinking of doing some sort of Geo-caching too, but it's hard because we can't really leave Gardenview. That's okay though. As for now, I'm here with you, moonshine."

☁ His cheeks dust navy at the compliment, squeezing your hand tighter. "Do you remember the first time we did this?"

☁ You hum, thinking back before nodding. "I think I do. It was before we started dating. I think I remember being pissy because people kept saying Cosmo and I were dating but we weren't. But it wasn't because people were saying it, but because I had a huge stinkin' crush on him at the time and he could not pick up the hint."

☁ He chuckles. "Yeah. I was a little relieved at that you know. I had a 'huge stinkin' crush' on this cute distractor that had come to visit me. Imagine how crushed i would've been." He teases and you stick your tongue out. "Please. You were just as bad. I was doing the same goofy moves to you and Sprout literally within the same week and you didn't pick up on it either."

☁ "Neither of you picked up on anything, don't you fool yourselves." A new voice startles you both, making you look over at the doorway. Sprout is there, raising a brow at you both. Cosmo is hanging off his side, looking like he's seconds away from collapsing, eyes bleary and slowly blinking. Both of you wave at them, even if Sprout's eyes dart to the cookie jar and he gives an exasperated groan. "Again?"

☁ "In our defense, most of this batch were eaten by Goob. He's going through some stuff." You wince, watching as Astro pulls a chair to his side with his foot, close enough they make a soft clink when they hit, opening his blanket the duo. Cosmo takes the invitation, slumping forward as he practically crawls on the chair and burrows into the celestial, who wraps his arms around the cake roll, covering him in his cloak-blanket. At this point, you aren't even sure which it is.

☁ Sprout raises a brow at you, grabbing an apron off the hook and quickly slipping it on as he steps towards the cabinets. "What do you mean? Goob is the last person I'd expect."

☁ "Me too!" You exclaim, gently easing your hand from Astro's so you can turn to the side, making talking to both Sprout and Astro (and Cosmo by extension) easier. "But- Pause. Rewind. What do you know of the Teagan and Rodger drama? I know Astro is caught up because I told him and Cosmo knows because he's been here since it started, but I don't know if any of us have caught you or the other mains up."

☁ "Not much." Sprout responds, pulling out the butter and sugar in practiced motions as you bite into your cookie, nodding as if this was the answer you expected. "What kind of cookies do we want this time?"

☁ "Double chocolate. There's a new cocoa powder-" Cosmo suddenly pipes up, even if his eyes stay shut, interrupting himself with a yawn. "That I ordered specifically for that recipe we were looking at."

☁ Sprout nods at this, preheating the oven as he passes to grab the larger electric mixer. He measures out the butter and two types of sugar before letting them mix, going back to the pantry for the powdered ingredients. "Okay, so what is the reason? Like I know obviously the other day in the elevator there was a nerve hit."

☁ "Yeah," You dip a piece of your broken cookie in your glass of milk. "So I'll start from the beginning. When we first recovered Teagan, her and Rodger were like...inseparable. I mean, they had Toodles, so like we kinda assumed they'd be. Toodles was ecstatic to have them both back too, so we were all like 'great, perfect.' It was not in fact great or perfect." You throw the piece into your mouth as Sprout sifted said cocoa powder, flour and a few other things into a separate bowl.

☁ "It was fine for the first little bit and then we started recovering more and more people, then they began fighting, like a lot. Like more than I would classify as normal for...any couple really. It was silly, small, petty things too like Rodger didn't say good morning to her first." You continued. "He normally said good morning to Toodles first, but he was far from perfect either. I remember once, he like lost his shit because she picked up a research capsule."

☁ "He called her all sorts of names, didn't he?" Cosmo piped in, poking open an eye. You nodded at this. "I wasn't convinced they weren't gonna get physical that run. They were so loud I had to work double time to keep the twisteds occupied as Cosmo had to do twice as many machines."

☁ This made both Sprout and Astro grimace, the latter rubbing the cake roll's shoulder in sympathy even if this was long in the past.

☁ You're thinking momentarily, trying to decipher when it truly turned to shit when it hits you. "It was when Glisten came back that they broke up. Rodger made it this whole thing too in the middle of the run. I don't really blame Glisten as he was unaware of Toodles like...being their kid, we hadn't had the chance to fill him in. He was spending a lot of time with Rodger though, so we just expected him to fill Glisten in. Turns out, he didn't. In retaliation, Teagan started seeing Shrimpo."

☁ Sprout is gaping behind you as he pauses where he's adding an egg to the mixer. He recovers quickly, throwing out the shell before adding vanilla to the mix as well. He turns down the mixing speed before turning to you. "Shimpo? And Teagan?"

☁ You nod, watching Cosmo take one of Astro's cookies, making the Celestial huff at this even if his newly freed tail wags behind him. You grin before turning back to Sprout. "Yeah, trust, we weren't expecting it either. They were also about as explosive as you'd expect. If Teagan and Shrimpo weren't fighting, it was him and Rodger or her and Rodger or all three of them depending on the day. At this point, Glisten was aware he was in a little too deep, but he had fallen hard and fast and didn't know what to do."

☁ "What did he do? I can't expect him to do much in that situation." Astro pipes in, mindlessly handing Cosmo his glass- which the cake roll was reaching for. "And what happened to Toodles?"

☁ "That's what Glisten did." Cosmo steps in, dipping his stolen treat. "He would take Toodles the second this started up and would come to either mine or Y/N's room. His was still being put together and if nothing else, he knew he could trust us to step in if they tried bringing the fight to him. Which they did. It seemed if they were fighting, everyone needed to fight."

☁ "You're joking." Sprout spits, putting down the bowl with the flour mixture he was adding to the mixer. "That's so ridiculous."

☁ "I wish we were." You shrug. "But no. Which is kind of why they hate our relationship so much because we don't fight, and our arguments are often just a matter of temporary disagreement then true hostility." Your tail gives a whip behind you. "It only got physical during this period once. Once was all that was needed though. Shrimpo and Rodger had gotten into it with Teagan instigating, like pouring gas on an electric fire, and Shrimpo snapped, throwing a fist. Toodles saw and Glisten stepped in then while Scraps took Toodles. He was already on the brink, but they didn't break up during that."

☁ "How did they break up?" Sprout asks, now thoroughly entwined in this story. "They aren't together now, as far as I'm aware." He turns back to adding the powdered ingredients and you let him finish before answering.

☁ "Shrimpo and Glisten walked in on Rodger and Teagan." You explain and the bowl is nearly dropped in time with Sprout's jaw. Astro hums at this, having a similar expression when he first heard it. You nod before continuing. "They broke up with them then and there. They didn't take it well and it was this huge thing once more. Runs were absolute agony for the a little while. Glisten, in his defense, absolutely refused to interact with them though. Refused to look at them, talk to them, and I'm pretty sure for a while refused to do runs with them."

☁ The mixer is stopped and scraped as a few cookies sheets are pulled out and prepped, Sprout moving to roll the dough balls out, adding chocolate chips as he does. "When was all this?"

☁ "Right before we got Astro back was when the peak hit. It slowly got better when we got you back, and it's remained a little stagnant. Until recently." You give a devious smirk, knowing all three are hooked onto the information you're about to share. "Let me preface this with saying, everything I tell you I have permission to do so. Goob knows I'm doing this-"

☁ "Goob's involved?!" Cosmo whines, now looking wide awake.

☁ "Not in the way you think!" You quickly remedy. "No, he's involved in a different way. Because him and I work really well together, we do a lot of runs together, which duh, you guys know, but Glisten has wanted to get away from...you know...So he's started hanging with us a lot more. Anyway, they do their own thing, we do ours, but Goob came up to me the other day, and you wanna know what he said?"

☁ "Is that even a question?" Astro snorts. "What do you get from teasing us like this?"

☁ "Satisfaction, especially when I tell you that Goob has a big ol' stinkin' crush on GLISTEN." You share, and all three gape at the new piece of information. "Scraps won't have it, she's literally fuming because, and I quote, why would he want to get involve in all that drama. Goob literally refused to let her say anything about it further, going to war. I had never seen Goob so upset with his sister before."

☁ "Was this during that run we did a couple days ago? The one where tripped over a can of pop and smoked his face against a machine?" Cosmo eagerly asks, sitting up with his hands slamming on the table. "And Glisten was the first to run over and oh my god-?!"

☁ You nod excitedly. "It was! Goob literally has not stopped talking about it since. He even asked how we got together."

☁ "And you had to tell him all about how I was the one to do it?" Sprout smirked, sliding the first batch into the over. You excitement paused as you turned to stare at him, scoffing in his direction. "It was a group effort."

☁ "Nope. All me. Sprout is the greatest. C'mon. Admit it." His spotted cheeks upturn in time with his catlike grin and you continue to scoff.

☁ "Over my dead body maybe." You cross your arms, turning away from him as he comes up behind you. His arms wrap around your shoulders anyway as he nuzzles into your cheek, blowing a raspberry against it and making you squirm against him. You let out a yell at the action, even if he tightens his hold so you can't get out.

☁ The other two simply watch, remaining ignorant to your cries at them for help.

☁ While this has started as just something between you and Astro, watching you and Sprout, with Cosmo returning to burrow in his side, Astro lets his tail wag this time. His heart practically bursts at the full feeling it has and how lucky he considers himself to be a part of this.

☁ You and him will have more date nights, just the two of you, but these moments with all four of you have a way of just making him feel so special.

☁ Almost to the point he feels bad for the others as he knows they'll never feel the same happiness he feels with you guys.

☁ He hopes the past version of himself can rest easy now, knowing he's happy and content, and wouldn't change it for the world.

Also: The Cookie Recipe Sprout is making -> Here!

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gremlin-girly · 3 months ago

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🚀 Space Cakes 🚀

Banner by me, made in Canva w/ Jake's and the brownie's pics sourced on Pinterest. The specific brownie is a called cosmic brownie and I highly recommend you try them (fudgy brownies with m&ms/smarties!!)

Jake Jensen x curvy!f!reader

WARNING: This fic not only contains smut but also consumption/use of marujuana. If that's not your bread and butter (or if you are a minor) please do not read. Not beta'd and I don't give permission for my work to be reposted, translated, copied or put through AI!

Additional Warnings/tags: Jake being high, Jake being a dork, Jake being adorable, friends to lovers bc I can't help myself, breast/nipple play, oral (f recieving), vaginal fingering, clit play/teasing, squirting, p-in-v (wrap it!!), creampie, sofa sex again (woo!), overstimulation, crying from overstimulation, (accidental) pleasure!dom!Jake, pussy drunk Jake (when is he not though?), needy Jake, multiple orgasm (RIP your sofa), dub-con kinda, petnames (baby, sweetheart), lil bit of possessiveness teehee

Summary: After eating two brownies, Jake goes on a trip with you by his side.

Word count: 4.8k

Dividers by: @/thecutestgrotto Banners by: @/saradika-graphics

A/N: The image on the left is that of a cosmic brownie (and you can find the recipe for said picture here) since space cakes tend to be any cake variety. This was the first fic I wrote for the collection, but Ari one the poll. ENJOY 😈Forget-me-not Blues will be out tomorrow xxx

Also, not an ad, but if you guys wanna smell like cinnamon rolls - Mallows beauty cinnamon swirl body oil. It's sparkly and smells divine... and was the inspiration for this ;)

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Three day weekends were your favourite thing in the world. You'd wake up late, make yourself your favourite breakfast before beginning your self care ritual.

Occasionally, it starts with baking a batching of extra special brownies; if there's none left in your freezer. Boring box mix elevated with a shot of coffee, eggs and extra chocolate chips. Not forgetting your melted cannabutter to make them special.

Once the brownies are out of the oven and marked into twelve equal squares, you can go about enjoying the rest of your day, starting with your weed-kend ritual.

The ritual begins with you washing your face with warm water before picking out a face mask whilst your brownies bake. Today, you choose a bentonite clay mask that smells like a strawberry milkshake, setting a timer to wash it off and take your brownies from the oven.

Then you go upstairs to shower. You give yourself the works; washing and conditioning your hair with a hair mask, shaving your legs and underarms. You're singing along to more of your favourite songs as you wait for the timer for your hair, thinking of how to plan the rest of your day. You'd get out the shower, moisturise, maybe paint your nails and set up a movie before eating a brownie and ordering a big, fat take out when the munchies kicked in.

Oh these long weekends were good.

If only you had someone to share them with.

When you exit the steamy shower you notice a text on your phone from your friend Jake

Jensen 12:06

Hey! Hope your weekend is going well so far 🤠 Could I stop by later and drop off the games you lent me? They were a hit with the guys 🤠😎

You smile down at your phone. Seeing friends on your long weekends wasn't uncommon but today you'd wanted very limited social interaction and with Jake around it was unlikely to happen.

However, this was also Jake. Your favourite person in the world who loved using cowboy emojis and making you laugh. So long as he stopped by before you planned to scoff a brownie you'd be okay. Maybe you'd even offer him one.

You 12:08

Sure. Stop by before 5pm and I'll be here. ☺️

Jensen 12:08

:-)

You snort at his response and open your Spotify to your favourite mix of songs and pick up your new body oil from your bedside table. Cinnamon Swirl body oil smelled as good as it sounded and now you did too.

Once oiled and smelling divine you reach for your fluffy pyjama shorts and tank, feeling like the human equivalent to a pastry; fluffy, warm and smelling oh-so delicious, you headed downstairs to watch a movie while you waited patiently for Jake to arrive.

Jake arrives around three in the afternoon.

You're greeted by his smiling face when you open the door.

"Hey you," You grin, stepping aside to let him in.

"Hey." He bundles inside, almost tripping as he's distracted by your ass in your pyjama shorts as you close the door behind him.

You hold out your arms for the board games. "Gimme those, I'll go put 'em upstairs."

"You sure?" He asks as he places them into your arms, suppressing a shiver when your hands brush his. You peek up over the boxes at him. Even in your PJs you looked so damn adorable.

"Sure I'm sure. You know where the kitchen is, get yourself a soda or something." You wink, heading up the stairs with the boxes. "I'll be two minutes!"

Jake wanders into your small kitchen like he'd done so many times before, thinking about how he should broach the topic of asking you on a date. You were good together; he liked spending time with you, you liked spending time with him. Any little excuse he could use to see you he'd take it and anything to see that sweet smile of yours he'd gladly do.

The scent of brownies pulled him away from his thoughts of you and leaning past the fridge door he spotted the chocolatey goodness that seemed angelically highlighted before him. Your baking was top notch and the last brownies he'd had hadn't lasted two days in his home. He closed the fridge and picked up one; chomping it in two bites.

The face Jake pulled at the flavour was a cross between a grimace and utter disgust. It was thick and strong; all the excellent elements of a good brownie but tainted with a sickening taste that made him want to throw up.

So he ate a second in case it was just one bad brownie.

The result was exactly the same, unsurprising to everyone but his lovely self, but whilst he was contemplating how brownies could be this bad you reappeared from your board-game-putting-away duties.

"Jake," you begin eyes widening as you look at the brownie tray. "How many did you eat?"

"Oh... heh... well-"

"How many?" You urge growing more panicked.

"Like two. I think." He shrugs sheepishly. "Sorry, you know I love your baking."

"Ohmygod." You groan, covering your face with your hands. So much for a quiet weekend.

"I'm sorry Y/N. Were they special or something? I can help you make more." You peek at Jake through your fingers and he looks wrecked thinking he's upset you and you bite back a grin.

"Oh, they were special alright." You say, hiding your smile with a hand. "They were space cakes."

Jake blinks at you in confusion and you roll your eyes playfully.

"They're weed brownies, Jake."

His mouth hangs open, he points to the brownies, to you and then himself in a dramatic miming of "Them? For you? I ate them?"

"Um... okay." Jake sighs, hands on his hips. "I didn't want to tell you they tasted gross so I'm glad there's a reason."

"Why did you eat two then?" You snort and Jake smiles.

"I thought the second one would taste nicer."

You shake your head at him with a grin; your worry slowly fading. Jake would probably feel funny but ultimately fall asleep and you tell him as much.

"I've got plenty of snacks too, but maybe we can order a pizza when you get the munchies."

Jake nods, exhaling loudly. "Hooo boy. Okay. This is fine."

"Hey," you pat his bicep reassuringly and give him a smile. "I'll be with you the entire time. I'll stay sober and watch over you."

Jakes nervous smile falters as he takes a deep breath, admiring the features of your face. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

"Thanks."

An hour later, Jake's brain was a smushed mess.

You'd insisted he lie on the sofa which started off as him lying one end and you on the other but over the course of the hour, he’d entirely encroached on your personal space. He’d ended up with his arms wrapped around you as he lay on top of you, anchoring himself to you and you'd allowed it because, well, you wanted him to be as calm and comfortable as possible since he was in for a wild ride tonight.

And because was the most perfect weighted blanket in the history of ever.

You'd put on some random comedy although, honestly, you weren't paying much attention. Your legs were tangled beneath Jake's with one hand resting against his back, the other absently raking through his blond spikes. This was a different kind of high altogether.

Survive the night, you tell yourself, admiring the man snuggled on top of you. Then figure out next steps.

Giggles erupted out of Jake suddenly, startling you from your thoughts.

"What are you laughing at?" You chuckle, running a hand through his hair absently. Jake's giggles only come harder, his whole body shaking as he snorts against you. Jake pants trying to catch his breath but starts laughing again as soon as he opens his mouth to speak.

You're grinning down at him now, his laughter is infectious and you're trying so hard to hold back your own laugh to figure out what set him off. However, when he buries his face into your chest to suppress a howl of laughter it immediately sets you off.

Your body begins to shake as you start laughing along with him. "What?"

His laughter dies down and he heaves heavy breaths as he looks up at you, red faced and grinning goofily with tear streaks running down his face.

"I don't know." He whispers, stifling another giggle. "That guy in the movie fell over and it - it -" He buries his face again to stop himself from laughing, only small giggles slipping through.

You chuckle a little and go back to stroking his hair. Jake sighs heavily as your fingers delicately massage the crown of his head. His face is half turned to watch the TV with puffy eyes and he's moulded his body to yours, his cheek squished against your boobs.

"Your boobs are comfy." He comments nonchalantly.

"Thank you." You grin, allowing your heart one little skip of excitement before turning back to the movie. After a few moments, Jake speaks again.

"Why haven't we done this before?"

"Done what? Get high together?"

"No," he huffs softly. "Cuddle."

"Well, I guess we've never really - um - talked about it."

"We can talk about it now."

Your lips twitch upwards. "You won't remember."

"Will too."

"Jake." You warn.

"Y/N." He sasses back. "You're comfy. I'm comfy. Your boobs are soooo comfy." He nuzzles against them, face first. His nose brushes along the edge of your tank, nudging the swell of your breast.

Your skin explodes into gooseflesh and your try to focus yourself, chanting that's he's not in his right mind over and over in your head. You genuinely think it won't go further; you know what it's like to admire soft things when you're high, which is why you were in fuzzy pyjamas to begin with. But when you feel his lips press a kiss against your skin you squeak.

"Jake!"

"Huh?" He looks up at you slowly, his brain in a daze. You're blushing furiously and you can feel warmth grow where it definitely shouldn't be right now. "What? You smell so good too."

When you don't argue with him he sinks further down your body, trailing tender kisses down your chest to the small exposure of skin between your pyjama top and the waistband of your fuzzy pyjama shorts that hug your hips.

"Cinnamony and warm and soft." He murmurs between kisses "Like a cinnamon roll."

He nuzzles against your skin, his goatee tickling you and making you squeal with laughter. Jake's hands run down your sides to hold your hips, keeping you in place. You can feel the cool metal of his glasses against your skin, and how he's smiling as he peppers more kisses along your stomach, on every inch of skin he can find.

"Jake." You sigh his name as your head falls back against the arm of the sofa. You can't tell if you want him to stop or continue, each kiss making your skin tingle and your stomach swoop.

You shriek in surprise when his hot tongue glides up to your sternum, pushing your shirt up with him.

Jake smacks his lips with confused delight. "You taste like one too."

Giggling, you cup his cheeks in your palms, guiding his face to look at you. He melts into your palms, letting his cheeks push up so he can give you a dopey chipmunk expression that earns him another laugh. Behind his glasses his blue eyes are red-rimmed and glisten with adoration when they meet yours. Your heart beats frantically as you try to smile sweetly at him.

"Fuck it." You huff. "C'mere."

You cup his face and bring it closer to yours, smashing your lips against his hungrily. To your surprise, Jake doesn't seem shocked, immediately melting into the kiss as if it were second nature; like you'd be doing this for a lot longer than thirty seconds. His goatee tickles at your skin but you're too lost in his taste, the scent of his funky aftershave fills your nostrils but on your tongue he tastes like chocolate and weed. It's a strange combination of flavours but you think it just might be your new favourite.

Jake's hands wander up and down your sides as he shifts on top of you, eagerly kissing you back. Tonight was going better than planned. The cotton-wool-brain that edibles gave you was nothing compared to the high Jake was giving you. You shift your legs against his, the rough of his jeans against your soft oiled legs a delicious contrast, especially when you can feel how hard, and big, his cock is as he lies on top of you.

"Ah fuck, I always imagined you'd taste sweet." Jake murmurs against your lips, pushing his body into yours.

"Really?" You giggle back, biting your lips to hold back a smug grin.

Jake nods enthusiastically, dislodging his glasses so they hang haphazardly off his face. You fix them for him as he continues to talk, smoothing your hands across his face.

"And if I'm right about that," He mumbles against your lips. "Then I bet I'm right about you having the sweetest pussy on the planet too."

"Christ," you sigh, feeling your clit throb at his confession. Jake lifts his head slightly, his expression is sheepish but his skin is fire engine red with embarrassment.

"Aw, shit. Sorry. That was supposed to stay inside my head."

"That's alright." You peck his lips again and wiggle your hips to get comfortable beneath him, his cock nestled against your thighs and stomach. "Keep going."

Jake let's out a breathy sigh as you shift. "I can?"

You nod and he breaks into a grin, fixing his position, cementing you against his body as he moves to kiss you again; hands freely wandering and groping all flesh it can find. His hands inch higher and higher until he's finally able to graze a pebbled nipple under your top. You jump at the sensation with a short gasp hearing a murmured "Sorry" from Jake as he does it again before cupping your tit entirely and giving it a squeeze.

Jake's hand continues to squeeze and massage your tits before he drags his thumbs across your nipples as he kisses you, repeating the motion over and over when you moan into the kiss, watching your eyes flutter against your flushed rosy cheeks.

When you stifle a moan, he tweaks it instead, watching your face contort with pleasure. He continues for a while, teasing your nipples and cupping the soft flesh until he pinches a little too hard.

"Ow," you hiss when he pinches too hard, grimacing slightly. It half snaps you out of your growing stupor.

"'M sorry, baby." Jake coos. "Here, let me kiss it better."

Before you can stop him, his head is under your top kissing and sucking at your abused nipple, his other hand capturing your unattended tit and squeezing it like he had for your left. One of your hands threads into his hair, the other grips his shoulder as he swirls your nipple with his tongue. Lustful brain fog starts to creep in as you shift under him again, arching your back slightly as he continues to shower your tits with attention.

"What? Your boobs are so perfect. Just had to kiss 'em." He pecks at your left nipple before going to your right. "I've always wanted to suck 'em too."

"Jake." You pant, squeaking as he tweaks your right nipple now, grazing his thumb over the hard nub. He releases your left breast with a wet pop and when he raises his head to look at you, you can see his shiny spit all over your skin. The cool air of the room doesn't help the hardness of your nipples nor does Jake's continuous squeezing.

You let out a long sigh trying to compose yourself but the need for him is becoming too overwhelming to ignore. After the way he's made your panties a mess just by sucking your tits, you don't think you could refuse him anything else; especially with how with tongue had swirled around your nipple...

He mumbles something into your tits that you can't make out and you look down at him.

"Hmm?"

"Eat. You. Out." He breathes, peeking up at you, his glasses fogged with condensation. "Please? I just wanna taste."

"Christ, Jensen." You hiss but his eyes don't leave yours. "You're high as a kite this can't be a good idea."

"If you think I'll regret it in the morning, just ask me to do it again." He pleads with a pouting expression. "Hell, I'd let you sit on my face all day if you asked me."

You stare at him wide eyed. Your chest constricts and you can feel said pussy squeezes around nothing.

"Really?"

"Really really." He looks up at you dreamily. "I love thinking about how hot you'd look cumming over my face."

Your chest thuds and you swallow thickly, trying to remind yourself not to think with your clit right now. However, as always, Jake has to open his big mouth again. "Oh. Oops." Jake says blinking slowly. "That was another inside thought I think." When Jake gives you another one of those cute, goofy smiles your resolve crumbles. Your poor pussy is aching for his cock and you are in no position to be turning it down. Plus he did say please.

You sigh and nod. "O-okay. Sure."

Jake's demeanour suddenly shifts up a gear, far more excited than you'd ever seen him and it makes heat rise up your neck.

"You're sure?" He asks, squeezing at your hips.

"You said I could ask you to do it again," You tease back quietly, your cheeks burning so hot you could most definitely fry eggs on them. "I think I may take you up on it if you're good."

Jake's nostrils flare and his eyes blow into saucers. "I did. I meant it. I swear to God 'm gonna make you feel so good baby."

Jake wastes no time in tugging your pyjama shorts down to your ankles along with your damp panties. As he moves your legs out wider, on impulse you keep them closed causing Jake to pout at you. You can feel the cool air kissing at your thighs and your clit tingles when you think about how not only will Jake see your leaking cunt but taste it too.

"I can't eat when your legs are closed." Jake whines, pushing at your knees gently. "Open up."

His eyes are pleading but he's still being so sweet that you concede with a small smile. As your legs fall open before him, you catch the hungry look he's giving your pussy and the way he licks his lips. He's practically drooling at the sight, sending shockwaves of pleasure to all of the right places. "You okay?" You ask when he's not moved.

His eyes flicker to yours. "Yeah. You just -..." He trails and shrugs off a small laugh. "You've got the prettiest pussy I've ever seen."

Heat surges and you fight back a slew of curses at the compliment.

"Right now it's all yours."

"I... Yeah, I know." He sounds so bewildered, even when he drags an index finger through your warm folds up towards your clit. You gasp at the suddenness, but it quickly devolves into panting when he begins to circle your clit with his thumb. your body jerks at his touch but takes seconds for you to unravel. Clearly, him making out with you and playing with your tits had you wound up so much you were ready to cum already.

Jake shuffles down, kissing each of your thighs before swiping his tongue the same way his finger had. His strong arms loop under your thighs and hold them open as he laps at your cunt like there's no tomorrow.

"Oh fuck yes." He rumbles against your clit. "So sweet for me."

He latches onto your clit before you can respond, suckling gently at first before rolling your sensitive pearl on his tongue. He only ever breaks to drag breathy stripes up your slit before burying himself back at your clit. You cum so quickly you don't even know it's happening until your hips jerk upwards into his mouth and you shout his name, not that it deters Jake in the slightest, who continues to sweetly kiss and lick your dripping hole and clit like they're the best dessert he could have asked for. His arms push you thighs apart further so he can make out with your pussy at a far better angle.

You're back on edge moments later, gripping his short blond hair like a lifeline when you cum again, his arms stopping you from wriggling away from him when the pleasure becomes too overwhelming for you to handle. You can half hear your own voice moaning his name mixed with curses as your back arches off the sofa and you almost cum a third time when you feel a finger slip inside you, curling against that spongy spot.

Sweat makes your hair stick to your skin and you can't focus as Jake keeps you on that edge longer this time. Time has bled away and you've completely surrendered yourself to this position; the pleasure almost too much with your clit throbbing angrily, begging for another release.

"Jake pleeease." You whine desperately, your need for orgasm orgasm growing as he sucks and slurps at your clit noisily.

"I know, I know." He mumbles, licking through your folds. "I'm being greedy. I want another one."

Your eyes roll so far back you're sure you see the puddle your brain has become. He slips another finger into your cunt, not only curling both fingers but pumping them vigorously, forcing you to cum hard over his face and fingers with a keen of his name.

Without removing his fingers, relishing in how your pussy convulses around his fingers, he sits back to admire his handiwork. You're a hot mess. Your cunt is shiny with cum and spit but Jake's eyes are wide with a drunken hunger, licking his lips as his thumb brushes over your swollen clit. You moan loudly and your pussy twitches and trembles at his touch, just like how his cock does at the sight and sound of you.

No words are needed as Jake undoes his belt with one hand, easily working the fly of his jeans down too. The touch of your hand on his hard cock makes him hiss as you help him guide it to your drenched cunt. You both suck in a breath at the same time as the head of his cock breaches your tight hole and Jake stops.

"Fuck...." He whispers, looming over your body. "Jesus Christ I might cum already. You feel amazing." When he bottoms out fully, he looks down to your connected bodies, his cock twitching against your velvet walls and you struggle to keep your moans to yourself.

"Look at that baby," he coos. "You're a perfect fit."

Your eyes flutter, hands blindly reaching for his shoulders to pull him back to you. Your eyes meet his and you're done for, fingers curling into the hair on the nape of his neck as you drag him down to meet your lips in a hungry kiss. He swallows every sound you offer him, beginning to move his hips against yours in a steady motion. His tongue tastes like your cum and a hint of chocolate and it drives you feral, hooking a leg over his hips to allow him deeper into your aching pussy. You know it won't take long to cum again and tell him as much.

"Keep making all those pretty noises." He urges, trailing kisses along your neck. "Be nice and loud for me."

You keen his name helplessly, eyes half lidded in ecstastatic pleasure, clawing at his back and squeezing his hips with your legs.

"Hey now," Jake trails kisses against your neck and you can feel the curve of his smile against your skin. "No fair. I can feel your pussy milking me and trying to make me cum."

"Mmhmm, made for your cock." You whimper pathetically, thoughts running wild with lust, hands clawing blindly at his back under his cartoon tee. "Just please please please cum."

"Made for me, huh?" Jake sighs wistfully, filling you to the brim slowly enjoying the way your ruined cunt still spasms and welcomes him in. "Damn fuckin' straight you are."

Your pussy convulses at his cursing, so unused to hearing filthy, possessive praise tumble from his lips. You're used to his terrible flirting, to his cheesy pick up lines and his general dorkiness that made your heart flutter. His awkwardness was what made Jake Jake.... but this side of him had your pussy soaked and brain mangled beyond comprehension. You were feral for this confident rendition of the guy you'd been crushing on.

"Jake I can't take anymore please," you beseech him, torn between sobbing at the overstimulation and cumming again. "Please cum!"

"Just like that," He growls, rutting into you harder, the continuous schlick of his cock repeatedly burying itself deep within your soaked, ruined pussy making you squeeze harder and moan loudly.

"Gimme one more, baby." Jake urges, fucking into you faster and peppering your dazed face with soft kisses. "One more and I promise I'll cum with you."

"Mmngh - please."

"Uh huh. You've been so patient, I've just gotta have one more so I can fill you up."

"Oh fuck!" you grip his shoulders like a vice as your orgasm wracks your body so hard all the breath is stolen from your lungs. Your cunt gushes and your thighs tremble, your moan sounding more like a choked sob of Jake's name. As promised Jake follows not long after with a loud groan, painting your walls white and letting your pussy milk him dry before collapsing on top of you, heaving breaths.

You're half dazed, the heat of the room unbearable. You need about three dozen cold showers to wash away the sin your bodies have wreaked.

And maybe a new sofa.

"Oh man," Jake mumbles, his body radiating heat and a silky sheen of sweat. "You felt - You were -"

He takes a shaky inhale and sighs, sinking further onto you, his softening cock still nestled inside you. His brain was clearly struggling to keep up with everything that had just transpired and you chuckle, wrapping your arms loosely around his torso and melting into the sofa.

You're pretty sure you both fall asleep for a good twenty minutes, although since you weren't timing how long Jake was fucking you for and your phone wasn't in reach it may have been even longer.

When you finally blink awake, you still feel bone-tired and legless, not helped by Jake's weight on you.

"We should shower." You whisper after a few moments, drawing circles over Jake's back, his head nestled between your boobs.

"Mmh. Probably." He says, voice quiet and muffled. You peek down and start to grin.

"You don't want to move do you?"

"No. I'm comfy."

"Even if I said we'd shower together?"

Jake untangles himself from you quickly and helps you to your feet, keeping you steady when your jellified legs wobble. With his hands in a gentle grasp around your waist he follows you upstairs to the bathroom, his hands never leaving your hips and the both of you smiling stupidly.

Turning on the shower is slightly more difficult when there's soft kisses to your shoulders and neck distracting you and any playful swats are wilfully ignored. Warm water streams down your bodies and you can't remember the last time you felt so relaxed until today; even with a space cake.

Jake's kisses make their way to your cheeks and the arms around you constrict a little tighter, making you giggle gleefully and your heart thunder slowly, your body too tired for any more excitement.

"Hey you," you chuckle dreamily, leaning back into him. "You've just had your fill."

"I know," he sighs, resting his head on your shoulder. "But I just can't get enough of you."

You peek a glance at him when he squeezes you and burst into laughter. In his excitement to shower with you he'd forgotten to remove his glasses, and they'd fogged up, making him look extra goofy.

"What?" He pouts. "I'm being honest!"

"No, goofball." You snort, gently pulling his glasses off his nose. "You looked stupid with your glasses all fogged up."

"Oh," he bites back a dopey smile and blinks water out of his eyes.

"I can't get enough of you either." You add quietly, standing on tip toes to kiss his lips sweetly.

"You can't?" He beams down at you, eyes twinkling.

You nod firmly. "Nope and I'm very glad you fucked my brains out. I say we watch another movie and cuddle... actually maybe we should put a towel down first."

"Ah but Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm really hungry." Jake looks sheepishly at you. "Can we order some pizza now?"

End

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