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icegirl03 · 5 days

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Hi! I love your work! Can I request for the seaside prompts nr.19 with Jake? Thank u so much 🩷

the prompt, for anyone who can't remember (i couldn't either, it's been like half a year): "they carry you bridal-style into the water"

also thank you so much honey!!! <33

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Jake's eyes were fixed on you and you squirmed under his gaze, already dreading whatever was about to come. There was a faint hint of a smile on his lips, but it looked more directed at himself than at you. Your hands slipped off his jaw and came to rest against his bare chest, ready to push him away if necessary.

"What?", you asked carefully, eyeing him up. Not that you had much means to fight whatever it was he had planned. You were spread out beneath him, completely at his mercy. Usually that had you feeling a different type of way.

"Just admiring my beautiful girlfriend", he muttered, his fingers tightening on your jaw again. He pulled you in once more, lips meeting his in a slow, almost lazy kiss. Your shoulders slumped a bit and you relaxed as your hands drew up and down his skin. Sometimes you really were a bit too mistrustful.

Yeah.

Not today though.

You shouldn't have believed him as easily as you did. Because as much as he did stare at you and as much as he did admire you in daily life, today he had absolutely been planning something, sharpening in the back of his mind, and it happened much too quickly for you to realise.

His arm wrapped around your waist as he pulled away, his fingers splayed out against your bare skin and within less than a second (it seemed) he was standing and you were stumbling against him, still a bit light-headed from the kiss. He bent down again to adjust his grip, to lift you up before you could react in practically any way except to loop your arms around his neck and cling to him in shock.

"Jake", you hissed as his arm hooked under your knees, his skin sticking to yours, sweaty and sandy from the sun and the beach. "Jake, whatever you're trying - don't."

If this hadn't been him, you'd probably have found it rather cute. It wasn't the first time he'd had you bridal-style in his arms, but it was certainly not a regular occurrence either. And to be entirely honest, your heart did flutter just the slighest bit.

But it was him. It very much was him. And you knew him. He wasn't the type to sweep you up in his arms and snog you in a moment of sudden romance. He was more the type of guy to-

Oh, hell no.

Your eyes widened in shock as you realised just what he was up to.

But he'd already taken too many steps down the beach.

"Jake, Jake, no!", you screeched, clawing harder at him, clenching your arms around his neck and trying to climb further up his body. "I swear to god, if you-"

You couldn't even finish your sentence. He'd dropped you down into the ice-cold waves before you could get halfway through your threat.

The only redeeming aspect about this was that he didn't completely dunk you. Your head was still very much above the water, your eyes squeezed shut, your breath held, but no water splashed against your cheeks.

"Jake", you squeaked anyway, clinging to him with all your might as he chuckled. "Oh my god, you bastard!"

You kicked your legs off his arm and straightened, your arms still locked tight around his neck. Yeah, he was a bastard - but he was your bastard. And you were cold, so you pressed even closer against him, wrapped your legs around his waist and pushed your chest right to his.

"Couldn't resist, darling", he grinned, and for some sick, twisted reason, you had to grin too.

"This is not a reward", you could only mutter before you leaned in and kissed him - right there, in the middle of the ocean, after he'd just very much dropped you into the water. God, how you despised him. And how you loved him anyway.

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icegirl03 · 8 months

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UM YES PLEASE

I will happily take into consideration of writing for the 3 Darcy's. If that was of interest.

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icegirl03 · 9 months

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ames recommends: 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 edition

in honor of @sushiwriterhere's challenge (which can be found here and everyone should write something for), i put together a non-comprehensive* list of my favorite TGM threesomes. happy reading, and minors and ageless blogs dni or you will be blocked!

bradley, jake x reader

crossing all the lines by @seresinsweetie

voulez-vous by @roosterbruiser (i can't remember the chapter, guess you'll have to read the whole thing 😌)

misconceptions by @callsignvalley (probably one of my favorite things ever written if we're honest, jake's characterization is so good)

mouth open, you're high by @revolution-starter

night drive by @hederasgarden

why not both? by @roosterforme

blurb by @sunlightmurdock

blurb by @roosterbruiser

bradley, bob x reader

of angels and darlings by @lewmagoo (let bradley kiss boys)

bradley, phoenix x reader

drenched in molten gold by @lewmagoo

bob, jake x reader

much needed by @mothdruid (abby changed my life with this one idk)

steer the course by @chemicalalice

bob, mickey x reader

loving the WSO's by @glodessa (also changed my life)

bob, natasha x reader

supernova by @laracrofted (yes, a fic i wrote is one of my favorites 😌 we should all love our own writing more)

jake, javy x reader (a criminally underrated and underwritten pairing imo)

a little bit of fun by @sushiwriterhere

it's not rotten work (not if it's you) by @sushiwriterhere

*subject to many, many additions because i'm still searching through my own reblogs and several people sent me some of their favorites, but i wanted to get the initial list out there for inspiration while i had time. please feel free to respond with your favorites 🩵

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icegirl03 · 9 months

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THE SCREAM I SREAMED

If he moans while eating you out, he’s a SLUT.

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icegirl03 · 9 months

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He can’t keep abusing my ovaries like this

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icegirl03 · 9 months

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Rooster Dabbles

Roosters shirt

Trying

Cuddles

Puppy love

Baby love

Love your voice

Is it mine?

Where's grandma

Too drunk

Baby come home

Cyber sex

Strip that down

My baby

Play something for me

Only for you

They don't know about us

Boss

Birthday boy

Perfect

Do you love me

Sleep without you

Which is better

These girls

Halloween time

Bags

Where's my

Which is it?

Names

Moments

Touch on you

Masterlist

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icegirl03 · 9 months

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!!!!!

Hiii! For the physical intimacy series, could i get "Hand on chest during casual conversation" with fem!reader x jake ?

I love your work sm!

Thank you so much! I’m so used to writing Jake only in the context of Hannix, so I hope this is alright! 😂

When you’d agreed to a beach day with your girlfriends on your day off, you hadn’t expected to stumble upon some sort of “dogfight football” championship game. And you certainly hadn’t expected to catch the attention of a green-eyed, blonde-haired fighter pilot whose southern charms and cocky self-assurance had your heart skipping several beats.

You assumed after a few hours of casually flirting in the sand, he would grow tired of you and move on—that’s the way things always seemed to go for you—so you were surprised when he asked if you and your friends wanted to join him and his friends for sunset drinks at The Hard Deck.

That’s how you’d ended up on the back patio with Lieutenant Jake Seresin, a fruity cocktail in hand as the two of you chatted easily and watched the setting sun turn the sky various shades of pink, orange, and red. The potent combination of sun and alcohol must have gone to your head because as Jake was telling you a story about his first time at TOPGUN, you found yourself leaning in closer and pressing a hand to his deliciously bare chest. Evidently, he believed the buttons on his shirt to be a suggestion only.

Jake didn’t fail to notice your touch, his green eyes flicking down to take in the sight of your warm palm pressed against his naked skin, still glowing from an afternoon spent shirtless on the beach. Smirking playfully, he leaned in closer as well, brushing some flyaway hairs behind your ear.

“Say, you doin’ anything Friday night?” he asked, those stunning eyes looking hopeful as he peered down at you.

Smiling, you shook your head, keeping your hand right where it was. “Nope. I’m all yours.”

physical intimacy prompts

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icegirl03 · 10 months

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I keep coming back to this, it keeps me sane

one time thing

”This is a one time thing.”

warnings strong language, friends to lovers, (soft) unprotected sex and other content meant for those 18 years old and over. minors do not interact. literally, just porn without plot, enjoy!

”This is a one time thing.”

Your voice is quiet, just barely above whisper. Nervousness lacing your words as your chest rises and falls at an uneven pace.

”Yeah,” Jake agrees. The tone of his voice is husky, maybe even a little dangerous – yet still there is a certain calmness to it. ”sure it is, baby.”

Like hell it is.

Through the open window of Jake’s bedroom, the soft ocean breeze is blowing in. It smells like summer — like saltwater and watermelon slices. The scent floods your senses, tickling your nostrils.

”This okay?” Jake asks.

His hand is drawing lazy circles onto your inner thigh, squeezing the soft flesh every now and then. Slowly his coarse fingertips are moving closer and closer to the apex of your thighs.

Your chest feels tight. The air that’s surrounding you is thick, heavy – compressing your lungs, pressing against your chest as you draw in deep breaths, trying to hopelessly regulate your breathing.

Looking up at Jake now, through arousal blurred eyes, you are certain he has never looked more beautiful. Those pretty, sage green eyes of his are glistening in the golden evening light. His pupils are blown, covering most of the green of his eyes.

It’s evident that Jake takes care of his body. He’s always been good looking, fit and muscular. Though now, with the setting sun casting long shadows into the room, Jake looks even more toned than usual – if that’s even possible. With a feather light touch, you trace along the lines of his abdomen. You have thought about it one or two times – how he must be made of clay. How someone must have spent hours upon hours sculpting him, perfecting every single detail.

You are completely unaware of the effect you have on him.

Jake’s throat grows tight at the sight of you. Your lips are slick with saliva, glistening as the light bounces off them. Your eyes are glossy, arousal graying the color of your eyes. Your chest is heaving, raising and falling more rapidly than usual. The California heat has gathered a few beads of sweat between your collarbones.

You look breathtakingly beautiful, though Jake doesn't say it out loud. It'd be too much, he thinks.

“Jake…”

Your fingertips are tingling with anticipation. It feels like there’d be hot steam inside your lungs, burning the delicate flesh inside your throat as you breathe. Capturing your lower lip between your teeth, you wonder if you should be ashamed for being as desperate for Jake’s touch as you are.

For as long as Jake can remember, you have been the only girl that has not fallen at his feet. You are the only girl Jake has never been able to get a read on. It’s been driving him crazy for what feels like forever now.

Jake knows that he is not good enough for you. He knows you deserve so much more than what he’ll ever be able to give you. You deserve stability, endless happiness and someone that’s going to stay by your side through thick and thin. Jake isn’t ready to settle down. Truth be told, he doesn’t know if he’ll ever be.

But God if he still doesn’t dream of coming home to you.

“I know, angel.” he coos. “I’ll make you feel so good, I promise.”

Just his voice alone is enough to send shivers down your spine, to make your toes curl. You scrunch your eyebrows together slightly, knowing that Jake shouldn’t have this effect on you.

You have known Jake for a long time now. He’s always been too handsome for his own good. He is smooth and flirty by nature, and he has that kind of a smile that’s able to bring any girl onto their knees.

Jake is hovering over you, one palm firmly planted next to your head, against the semi hard mattress you are laying on top of. He hears the way your breath hitches as his fingers brush over your clothed core once, then twice.

“This okay?”

You can feel heat spreading across your cheeks, burning your temples as Jake presses his thumb against your clit. Even through the soft, cotton fabric of your underwear, Jake’s fingers feel warm. You know that his hands are always warm – he’s hot blooded like that.

Not trusting your voice, you nod in answer.

You couldn’t arch your back more if you tried. A silent whimper escapes your lips as you feel Jake yanking your underwear to the side and running his fingers through your folds. You are already so worked up for him. Your cunt is swollen with anticipation, dripping with slick arousal.

“Oh, fuck.”

Scrunching your eyebrows together, you grasp a hold of Jake’s biceps as he sinks two fingers into your wetness. It’s the sweetest stretch, the kind that makes you desperately grind yourself against his palm without realizing it yourself.

Jake takes his time, slowly working you open. He pumps his fingers in and out of your cunt at a steady pace. He isn’t in a hurry. He wants to make this last.

“That feel good?”

Of course it does. Jake is skilled with his fingers. He knows what he’s doing.

“Y-yes.” you manage to breathe out.

Jake presses his arousal coated thumb onto your clit. “Good,” he whispers, moving his thumb in slow circles around your sensitive nub. “Want you to feel good.”

The tone of his voice is deep, hoarse. And if his words alone weren’t enough to make your eyes roll back, the feeling of his lips on your neck surely is. He presses wet, open mouthed kisses along the side of your neck.

Jake closes his eyes. He listens carefully to all those quiet little whimpers you are trying so hard to silence. He knows he’ll be thinking about this. About you like this. Under him, whimpering, arching your back at him, sinking your nails into his biceps as pleasure takes over you.

You’ll be thinking about this too. About how comfortable you feel, how safe you feel. How good it feels to be touched by him. How good his lips feel on your neck. How gently he is moving his fingers in and out of you – as if you’d break if he moved any faster.

“That’s it, baby.”

Jake kisses your neck, your jaw, your cheek. Moving his fingers at a painfully slow pace, trying to draw out all the noises you have to give.

“Jake, I’m gonna–,”

He knows. He can feel the way those velvety soft walls of yours are squeezing his fingers, hugging them so tightly. “I know,” he murmurs against your neck. “And I’ll get you there, I promise.”

Lips attached to the side of your neck, Jake slowly withdraws his fingers from your cunt. You sink your fingernails into the flesh of his arms, leaving crescent moon shapes behind, as you try to stop him. “No, don’t–,”

“Shh…” Jake coos. “I said I’ll get you there.”

Your mouth is feeling dry. Saliva thick on your tongue as you swallow. Jake sits back, bending down at his waist to kiss your lower belly as he helps you out of your underwear. You are at a loss for words. Jake is being so gentle with you. Kissing your body so sweetly, caressing your skin like it was made out of glass.

Jake settles down in between your legs, head now in level with your dripping cunt.

“You don’t have to–,” you tell him, but Jake cuts you off.

“I know.”

“Jake–,”

You have thought about this so many times. Too many.

The thought of the two of you like this, skin to skin, crossed your mind for the very first time four years ago. It was a nice, casual Sunday evening. The skies were clear, allowing the sun to kiss your cheeks when you watched Jake’s Adam’s apple rise and fall in his throat as he took a sip of his beer. You felt hot and sweaty, maybe a little uncomfortable as a sweet ache between your thighs kept your thoughts elsewhere from the casual conversation you were engaged in.

Throughout the years, you have found yourself looking Jake’s way a little too often for your own liking.

And you know that it isn’t right. Friends don’t do this. Friends don’t think of each other like this. Jake’s a friend. He has always been. It’s what he’ll always be.

Yet still, you can’t bite back the moan that escapes your lips as Jake licks a long stride through your folds with a flat tongue, before securing his lips around your clit. He sucks at the sensitive nub softly, careful not to overwhelm you.

“Oh fuck, that feels good.” you whisper, words getting lost somewhere under your uneven breaths.

It feels as if there would be a wildfire spreading in your lower belly, melting your organs. It’s white and hot, burning in your abdomen, making your muscles tighten time after time again. Jake’s good at this. He works his tongue over your core with such expertise that it makes you dizzy.

“Look at me.”

You can’t.

You could, if the person between your legs would be anyone else but Jake. It’s all too much.

“Jake–,”

Wrapping his fingers around your calf, Jake guides your leg to rest on top of his shoulder. He strokes the soft skin of your leg with his thumb a few times.

“C’mon, sweetheart.” he encourages, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. “It’s just me.”

Jake keeps his lips attached to your inner thigh, sucking at your skin softly as he waits for you. He is not in a hurry. He has been patient. He has waited so long. He can wait a little longer.

“Fuck,” you whine, feeling the cool air hit your cunt. “I can’t, Jake.”

You look so beautiful. With the inner corners of your eyebrows raised in desperation, lips parted and glossy, chest heaving, you might just be the most beautiful thing Jake’s ever seen.

“Yes, you can.” he decides. “C’mon, baby. Look at me.”

Your cunt clenches around nothing as Jake presses another kiss to your inner thigh, this time a little closer to your throbbing core. He sucks at the soft flesh, leaving a mark behind. He has thought about this too – about marking you up – so many times. Too many.

You lift your head up slightly, forcing your eyes to meet with Jake’s green ones.

The sight of him knocks the air out of your lungs. His pupils are dilated, lust darkening the color of his eyes. His complexion is flushed, excitement coloring the tan of his cheeks with shades of pink. His lips are swollen, his jaw glistening with your arousal.

And you thought he couldn’t get any more beautiful if he tried to.

“There we go.” Jake praises, a satisfied smirk climbing onto his lips. “That wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

With blurry eyes, you watch as Jake secures his lips around your clit once more. He takes his time with you – takes his time kissing and sucking at your clit, gliding his tongue through your folds every now and then.

“Oh my god…” you whimper, feeling Jake’s tongue lapping around your clit. “Don’t stop.”

You taste every bit as good as you look – like a sweet, cherry pie. It’s this light, syrupy kind of sweetness. A little musky, a little earthy. It’s intoxicating. Jake is completely drunk on the taste of you. He hums in answer, not having any intentions to stop.

A single drop of the mixture of your arousal and Jake’s spit is making its way down from the corner of his mouth as he sinks his fingers back into your wet heat, stretching you open. Knowing that you are close, he curls his fingers as he pumps them in and out of your cunt, hitting that sweet, spongy spot inside you with each drive.

You are scrunching your eyebrows together, lips slightly parted as the pleasure comes crashing over you. It rolls over your entire body, making your skin feel numb and hot at the same time.

In a complete haze, your fingers find their way into Jake’s hair, pulling at his blonde locks as you grind yourself onto his chin. What a desperate thing you are – so needy for more.

Jake works you through your high, enjoying the feeling of you messing up his hair. He knows that this is something he’ll remember – the way you taste on his tongue, the way you sound when you fall apart above him.

While you are still catching your breath, Jake undresses himself. He watches how the band of your bra sits snug around your ribs, stretching as you draw in deep breaths, filling your lungs with air.

Your eyes are still closed. A single tear rolls down your temple, getting lost somewhere in your messy hair. You feel good. Like, overwhelmingly good. It feels as if you’ve just released a breath you’ve been holding in for years. Maybe you have.

You feel the bed sink from next to your head as Jake places his palm there. You don’t dare to open your eyes. You know how fucked out you must look. The tops of your cheekbones feel like they’re on fire, as if there were tiny flames dancing on top of them. You are a mess. You can’t help but feel a little embarrassed about it.

“You are so beautiful, you know that?” Jake murmurs.

Your heartbeat quickens. It’s so sincere. He’s not saying that to please you. He’s not saying that to get into your pants. He’s not saying that because he knows you feel embarrassed. He’s saying that because he means it. Because he’s been meaning to tell you that for a long time now.

Not giving you time to answer, Jake captures your lips in a searing kiss. It’s soft yet passionate. He is telling you so much with that kiss. He likes you. So much. And he doesn’t want to talk about it. So he doesn’t say it out loud. He doesn’t have any expectations for you.

You kiss him back. You understand. You don’t want to talk about it either. You don’t know if you want to be his girlfriend. You don’t know if this makes any sense. All you know is that it feels good – that it feels right.

Jake is painfully hard. Those veins running along the length of his cock are pulsating with anticipation. There is fire in his abdomen too, making his muscles tighten as he slips his tongue into your mouth.

Fingers wrapped around his cock, Jake runs his tip through your folds a few times, coating himself with a mixture of your arousal and his saliva. Being as impatient as you are, you can’t help but roll your hips in search of friction.

Lips attached to yours, Jake muffles the quiet cries you let out when he pushes himself inside you, practically splitting you in half as he bottoms out. The stretch of him feels good, a hint of pain mixing in with the pleasure as Jake slowly starts to move.

Jake takes his time, fucks you at an unhurried pace, kissing you senseless as he does do. His thrusts are slow and languid – massaging your walls as he rocks his hips against yours. He is resting his weight on his elbows, fingers getting tangled up in your hair as he holds your head still.

You hook your legs around his waist, pulling him impossibly close to you, keeping him there. Your hands have found their way to the back of his neck, fingers caressing its base as you move your lips against his.

Never in a million years did you think kissing Jake would feel this good, this natural. It’s as if your lips were molded from the same clay – as if they were meant to be dancing together. You can still taste yourself on his lips. It makes something tighten in your belly – in a way he is yours now, for as long as one can taste you on his lips.

Jake groans into the kiss, pushing down the lacy bra that’s covering your breasts. He palms one of your breasts, giving it a firm squeeze. Feeling how hard your nipple is, he captures it between his fingers, pinching it gently, earning a soft cry of pleasure from you.

It’s right in front of you now. You can see it clearly. You can feel it there – the edge of the cliff you are both standing on. You know that you are going to fall off that cliff together, every inch of your body touching every inch of his.

It’s quiet, neither of you not saying anything. The silence isn’t uncomfortable. You don’t feel like you need to speak. The sound of Jake’s hips coming in contact with yours, mixed in with your quiet whimpers and Jake’s groans tells you more than one could ever tell you with words.

And when it finally happens, when the two of you finally fall off the edge of that cliff you were standing on, it’s magical. You feel euphoric, as if you were high. You think you might be, that’s how good it feels. It’s that white, hot pleasure that washes over the two of you, making every single muscle in your bodies tighten.

Jake’s seed is coating your walls, painting them white as you fall apart on him. His release is warm, filling you up so good. You are squeezing him tightly, shockwaves still flowing through your body.

Slowly coming down from your high, you let your eyes flutter open. Jake is there, with his cheeks flushed and with a few beads of sweat sitting on his forehead. He is looking at you through hooded eyes, still intoxicated by the feeling.

“That… You’re–,”

“We don’t have to talk about it.” you decide. “Not now.”

“Okay.” Jake agrees, his voice just a little above whisper – it's hoarse, arousal still tightening up his throat.

You cup his cheek, gently running your thumb over the flush that’s coloring his cheeks. He’s a beautiful creature, there’s no denying that. Jake leans into your touch. He likes it – likes to be held by you.

“Kiss me again.” you whisper.

authors note i hope you enjoyed this smut i word vomited today, though i still don't know when i'll be back to posting regularly. just wanted to share this now that it's fresh. thank you for reading!! :)

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icegirl03 · 10 months

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I keep coming back to this, it keeps me sane

one time thing

”This is a one time thing.”

warnings strong language, friends to lovers, (soft) unprotected sex and other content meant for those 18 years old and over. minors do not interact. literally, just porn without plot, enjoy!

”This is a one time thing.”

Your voice is quiet, just barely above whisper. Nervousness lacing your words as your chest rises and falls at an uneven pace.

”Yeah,” Jake agrees. The tone of his voice is husky, maybe even a little dangerous – yet still there is a certain calmness to it. ”sure it is, baby.”

Like hell it is.

Through the open window of Jake’s bedroom, the soft ocean breeze is blowing in. It smells like summer — like saltwater and watermelon slices. The scent floods your senses, tickling your nostrils.

”This okay?” Jake asks.

His hand is drawing lazy circles onto your inner thigh, squeezing the soft flesh every now and then. Slowly his coarse fingertips are moving closer and closer to the apex of your thighs.

You are completely unaware of the effect you have on him.

You look breathtakingly beautiful, though Jake doesn't say it out loud. It'd be too much, he thinks.

“Jake…”

But God if he still doesn’t dream of coming home to you.

“I know, angel.” he coos. “I’ll make you feel so good, I promise.”

Just his voice alone is enough to send shivers down your spine, to make your toes curl. You scrunch your eyebrows together slightly, knowing that Jake shouldn’t have this effect on you.

“This okay?”

Not trusting your voice, you nod in answer.

“Oh, fuck.”

Jake takes his time, slowly working you open. He pumps his fingers in and out of your cunt at a steady pace. He isn’t in a hurry. He wants to make this last.

“That feel good?”

Of course it does. Jake is skilled with his fingers. He knows what he’s doing.

“Y-yes.” you manage to breathe out.

Jake presses his arousal coated thumb onto your clit. “Good,” he whispers, moving his thumb in slow circles around your sensitive nub. “Want you to feel good.”

“That’s it, baby.”

Jake kisses your neck, your jaw, your cheek. Moving his fingers at a painfully slow pace, trying to draw out all the noises you have to give.

“Jake, I’m gonna–,”

“Shh…” Jake coos. “I said I’ll get you there.”

Jake settles down in between your legs, head now in level with your dripping cunt.

“You don’t have to–,” you tell him, but Jake cuts you off.

“I know.”

“Jake–,”

You have thought about this so many times. Too many.

Throughout the years, you have found yourself looking Jake’s way a little too often for your own liking.

And you know that it isn’t right. Friends don’t do this. Friends don’t think of each other like this. Jake’s a friend. He has always been. It’s what he’ll always be.

“Oh fuck, that feels good.” you whisper, words getting lost somewhere under your uneven breaths.

“Look at me.”

You can’t.

You could, if the person between your legs would be anyone else but Jake. It’s all too much.

“Jake–,”

Wrapping his fingers around your calf, Jake guides your leg to rest on top of his shoulder. He strokes the soft skin of your leg with his thumb a few times.

“C’mon, sweetheart.” he encourages, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. “It’s just me.”

Jake keeps his lips attached to your inner thigh, sucking at your skin softly as he waits for you. He is not in a hurry. He has been patient. He has waited so long. He can wait a little longer.

“Fuck,” you whine, feeling the cool air hit your cunt. “I can’t, Jake.”

You look so beautiful. With the inner corners of your eyebrows raised in desperation, lips parted and glossy, chest heaving, you might just be the most beautiful thing Jake’s ever seen.

“Yes, you can.” he decides. “C’mon, baby. Look at me.”

You lift your head up slightly, forcing your eyes to meet with Jake’s green ones.

And you thought he couldn’t get any more beautiful if he tried to.

“There we go.” Jake praises, a satisfied smirk climbing onto his lips. “That wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

“Oh my god…” you whimper, feeling Jake’s tongue lapping around your clit. “Don’t stop.”

You are scrunching your eyebrows together, lips slightly parted as the pleasure comes crashing over you. It rolls over your entire body, making your skin feel numb and hot at the same time.

In a complete haze, your fingers find their way into Jake’s hair, pulling at his blonde locks as you grind yourself onto his chin. What a desperate thing you are – so needy for more.

While you are still catching your breath, Jake undresses himself. He watches how the band of your bra sits snug around your ribs, stretching as you draw in deep breaths, filling your lungs with air.

“You are so beautiful, you know that?” Jake murmurs.

“That… You’re–,”

“We don’t have to talk about it.” you decide. “Not now.”

“Okay.” Jake agrees, his voice just a little above whisper – it's hoarse, arousal still tightening up his throat.

“Kiss me again.” you whisper.

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icegirl03 · 10 months

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THIS IS THE HOTTEST THING IVE READ IN A LONG TIME

Ready, Rough and Unromantic | Rooster x Reader

Summary: When Bradley has a rough day at work, he knows the only thing that will make him feel better is his wife. But will you let him dominate you? Will you let him use you just how he needs to? He shouldn't have been surprised by your answer or your response to him.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, rough smut

Length: 2500 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.

"I am so proud of you, Roo," you whispered, kissing his neck and zipping up his flight suit. It was early, the sun was just peeking through the bedroom curtains, but you were up helping him get ready for the first day of his duties.

Bradley would be spending the week as an assistant instructor at Top Gun. Few people would appreciate what an honor this was, but you understood it implicitly. You hadn't yet bothered to dress for the day, but you decided to wake up early to wish him luck.

He ran his fingers along your soft skin, completely bare for him except for your glasses and wedding rings, as he said, "I always want to make you proud, Baby Girl."

When Bradley tipped his head down to kiss your cheek, you giggled. The sound went right to the part of his brain that controlled his unbridled desire for you. All he had to do was squeeze your bare hip with his big hand, and you looked up into his eyes.

"Do we have time?" you asked softly before you bit your lip.

He kind of shrugged and grunted, but you were already lowering the zipper of his flight suit all the way down. Bradley let you take the lead on this one, and when you dropped to your knees, he was not disappointed.

The way you wrapped your pretty lips around his cock... yeah, there would always be time for that. "You're so fucking good," he groaned as you took him deep, and he hit the back of your throat. You sucked on him until you were gagging, then you pulled him out as a strand of your saliva dripped onto your tits.

"This is for good luck," you told him before you tilted your head and sucked on his balls until he was pulling on your hair a little rough.

"Oh," he groaned. "My wife doesn't mess around." His words were deep and gruff compared to the long, soft moans you made as your tongue swirled up the length of his cock.

You kissed the tip of him, whispered, "I love you," and then you gave him absolutely filthy head until he was cumming all over you. Your hollowed cheeks and warm hands had him fucking your face until cum dripped out of the corners of your lips. And when he spurted onto your glasses a second later, your giggle returned.

Bradley loved the sight of it enough that he wanted to make a mess with you later on when he had more time. Coat your glasses up real good. Maybe help you lick them clean.

"Fuck," he growled. "I need to leave, Sweetheart." Bradley pulled you to your feet and placed a soft slap to your ass. You kissed him hard one time, and he promised he'd take care of you later.

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"Tally, tally!" called one of the younger recruits into the radio. But his teammate and wingman left him hanging long enough that Bradley got himself quickly into position. A few seconds later, Bradley got tone on him and eliminated him.

He was feeling great, and when the team landed along with Bradley, he took some time to show them where they went wrong and how they could improve. "As soon as you hesitate, it's over," he informed them, knowing very well that he had learned that lesson himself not terribly long ago.

The recruits filed back inside for lunch while Bradley joined Maverick and the other teachers to go over the plans for the afternoon. Honestly, he was having a great day, and when he was told he'd be taking another team up in the afternoon, he was looking forward to it.

But he must have been distracted. Or maybe he was the one who hesitated this time. Because as soon as Bradley managed to fly the two seater Super Hornet into a corner, he heard tone lock onto his own aircraft.

He had been outmaneuvered by a twenty five year old student.

Bradley landed his aircraft in a state of shocked silence, barely managing to communicate with the tower. He was mortified. And of course, as soon as he walked into the tower, everyone knew about it.

"It happens," Mav told him. "It was your first day instructing. You'll nail their asses to the wall tomorrow."

But Bradley could see the looks on the students' faces. He could practically hear Nat's voice through her text message.

Are you fucking kidding me, Rooster? They took you out?

He wasn't even sure how she heard about it from the simulation classroom. But seemingly everyone knew. It took everything inside him to keep his shoulders squared and his voice calm. Because inside he wanted to rage. He wanted back up in the air. He wanted to meticulously pick off every single other aircraft one at a time until he didn't feel like a joke anymore.

And that made him feel like maybe he wasn't ready to be an instructor yet.

"Fuck," he growled, slamming his locker door closed later. Absolutely nobody messed with him in the locker room. Nobody would even look at him. He was surrounded by dead silence everywhere he went.

As he stormed out to his Bronco, his skin was crawling with the burning need to prove himself. To dominate his surroundings. When he started up the engine, he took a few deep breaths that did nothing to calm the rising temperature of his humiliation. The blazing desire to conquer. Overpower. Defeat.

He needed to get home to you. Somehow he knew you were the only thing that would make him feel better.

By the time he pulled into the driveway, he was practically panting. You were already home from work. This was good. When he opened the front door, he called out, "Where are you?" His voice was raspy. His body was too hot.

"In the kitchen, Roo!" you replied. "Come tell me all about your day!"

You had taken your boots and socks off, but you were still in your uniform with your hair pulled back in a tight bun. And you were up on the kitchen counter changing the lightbulb that he had noticed kept flickering. This kind of shit was his job to take care of around the house. You shouldn't have to be up on the counter like this.

But as soon as he really looked at you, his cock throbbed with need. You looked at him over your shoulder as you finished with the new bulb. "What's wrong?" you asked softly, slightly alarmed. You must have seen the look in his eyes. He had never looked at you like this before.

Bradley knew you could make him feel better. If you let him do it. If you'd let him take his day out on you.

He snagged you off the counter and into his arms as you squealed, but you quickly gaped at him as he carried you to the bedroom.

"Bradley?" you whispered, wrapping your hands around the back of his neck and searching his face.

He tossed you onto the bed and climbed on top of you, not bothering to remove his boots. You were silent, eyes wide and lips softly parted as he let you have his body weight. Your gaze was on his lips like you were expecting him to kiss you and be your sweet husband like he usually was.

"No," he growled, and your eyes darted up to his. You looked needy and uncertain. Bradley could tell you wanted to ask him what was going on. But then he read your last name on your nametag, annoyed that it didn't say Bradshaw yet. Very gently, he removed it, snapped it in half, and threw it across the room. Then he unbuttoned your shirt without a word and pushed it open wide.

Your nipples were straining against your black lace bra. You were very subtly rubbing yourself up against his hard cock. Your pupils were dilated. You wanted to get fucked.

"I hate your fucking name tag. Okay?" he asked, voice gruff as he wrapped his hand around the front of your neck. "I hate it."

You bit your lip and whispered, "You had a bad day."

"You told me you were going to get a new name tag," he grunted, pressing his hard cock against your thigh. "You said you submitted the paperwork for your name change."

"I did." Your voice was so needy. Bradley shoved his thumb into your mouth and watched as you opened wide and licked him.

"Get a new fucking name tag. And leave the light bulbs for me to change."

"I will," you said again with your mouth full of his thumb.

"Shut up," he growled, and your eyes went so wide as you moaned. "I'm not in the fucking mood. And I'm not going to be sweet. Not right now. I'm going to fuck you so hard, you cry. Use your pussy exactly how I want to."

You moaned around his thumb again.

"Tell me that's what you want," he demanded. You nodded your head, and he withdrew his thumb. "Fucking say it."

"I want it." Your voice was breathy but sure, and Bradley was going to dominate you until your tears and whining made him feel better. Because there was always only you who could fix him.

He practically ripped open the front of your khaki uniform pants to get to you. Bradley yanked the fabric down your legs and sent your pants across the room to meet your broken name tag. Tiny, black lace panties cut low on your hips. He could see your tattoo. He could tell you were wet through the fabric.

"You look like a little slut," he informed you. He watched you bite your lip as your back arched off the bed. "You shouldn't be this excited about being manhandled." Then the scrap of black lace met the same fate as your pants and the name tag.

Bradley had to commend you. You kept your mouth shut as he unzipped his flight suit, lowering the sleeves and pulling his cock free. You were silent as he rubbed himself through your wet slit. You didn't make a noise as he slowly slid himself inside your dripping wet pussy until he bottomed out. And only the softest sound escaped your lips as Bradley wrapped his big hands around your hips and lifted you slightly off the bed.

But you screamed when he held you in place, your ass in midair, and fucked you like you were his own personal toy. He slammed into your pussy with short, rough strokes. It was, in so many ways, the dirtiest thing he had ever done to you. And it felt to fucking good, Bradley could cum inside you right now. But your screams had him going harder, wanting to enjoy this feeling of control for as long as possible.

"Louder," he told you. But he didn't really even need to say anything as he tightened his grip on your flesh and fucked you until tears leaked from your eyes. Your cries filled the room, so loud his ears were ringing from it.

He withdrew from your body and let you fall to the bed. You were scrambling now, reaching for him. Looking up at him with tears in your eyes like you needed him to kiss you.

He flipped you onto your belly before ramming his cock inside you again. Your hands were all balled up in the pillowcase as you cried out against the bedding. The rapid slap slap slapping noise of his body dominating yours was one of the prettiest things he had ever heard. The way you were letting him calm his nerves and soothe his ego, well if he hadn't already married you, he'd do it today.

He palmed you softly before laying a solid smack right to the round of your ass. You moaned and sucked in a deep breath as he leaned down and put his lips next to your ear. "Tell me you want me to stop."

You shook your head and turned to look back at him, eyes red with tears. "Keep going," you hiccupped. "Please."

Bradley pushed your face back down into the pillow as you gasped and cried for him. He pumped his hips hard, grabbing at your thighs and your backside. Then he wrapped his forearm underneath you and pulled you up until you were on your knees for him. And how he had the perfect view of your body as you took him, full hilt, like a champ. You gorgeous pussy grabbed at him with each stroke, and Bradley spit on you where you were joined, making everything wetter.

"You like this, don't you?" he asked as you moaned and whimpered. "Huh? You actually fucking like this." He was so close as he spanked you just to feel you clench around him. "You fucking slut."

He pressed his lips to your ear again and slipped his hand up to shove his fingers into your mouth. You were moaning and slobbering all over his hand, crying into the pillow.

"You're perfect," Bradley growled as he filled you up with his cum. He fucked you with jerky strokes, pushing his load deeper and deeper until he guided you down flat on your belly with his hand on your ass. You were half crushed under his body weight, kitten licking his fingers when he realized he felt so good. So much calmer. You made everything better just like he knew you would.

But now he was slightly concerned that he had taken it too far, even with your permission. As he kissed along the back of your neck and ran his fingers softly up your arm, he whispered, "Are you okay, Baby Girl?"

Your voice was still a little watery with tears as you said, "I won't be able to walk tomorrow. And now I need to update my to-do list so I remember to order a new name tag. But that was hot. Do you feel better?"

Bradley wrapped you up in his arms and buried his nose against your skin. He felt perfect. "So much better. Thank you."

He helped you to your feet with the promise of a bubble bath. Then he assured you he could figure out how to make something for dinner. After he picked up all of the discarded clothing, he threw your name tag in the bathroom trash can while you sank down into the tub.

"I have an extra name tag in my office, you know," you told him with an eye roll and a smirk.

"I know," he replied, bending to kiss your nose. "And I have an extra one in my locker. You can have it. We can match. It'll be cute." And now all he could think about was you wearing his last name on your khaki uniform every day.

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icegirl03 · 10 months

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!!!

☆ for blurb night requests; The aftermath of Jake and Ace's first time together?

—𝐒𝐎 𝐈𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐄𝐒...

frat!jake seresin x f!reader

wc: 772

warning(s): 18+ (i’m serious), fem!reader, no y/n (reader goes by nickname ace), implications of sex, descriptions of heated make out, talks of first times

catch up with jake and ace here!

»»————- ♠︎ ————-««

It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. Yet, as everything always is with you and Jake, nothing went to plan. Especially when you walked out of the bathroom looking like that.

It’s not like Jake hasn’t seen you freshly showered before. It wasn’t because your skin was glowing and still slightly damp and it also wasn’t because he knew you were definitely wearing nothing under the towel wrapped around your body (although that was a bonus).

It was the fact that you were walking out of your shared bathroom and into your shared bedroom. It was the reminder that you were his and he was yours. That the two of you finally saved up enough to move in together.

The thought alone sent shivers of pleasure down his spine. Imagine how he felt actually living it.

The rest of it was a blur. His clothes and your towel were scattered across the room within seconds—the both of you thrown into bouts of pleasure than only the other could provide.

Did he regret it? Of course not. He could never regret you. He just wished things could’ve been more romantic. This was not what he had in mind for your first time.

Your muffled giggles pull him from his post orgasmic haze.

“What?” He questions. His lips quirk up with an amused smile.

You continue to giggle, pressing your nude body to his side.

His arm wraps tighter around your waist as he kisses the top of your head.

“Oh my god, now I get why you were so popular in college.” You look up at him with a teasing grin, wrinkling your nose.

Jake groans, burying his face into your hair. “Ace…”

“I’m serious! Now I can say I’ve officially been conquered by Jake Seresin himself. Make all those girls jealous.” You gently tap your finger to the tip of his nose with a dopey grin.

Jake slips out from under you with a breathy laugh. You whine at the loss of contact only to settle upon realizing he’s only shifting positions. He props himself up on his elbows and looks down at you with what can only be described as love in his eyes.

He brushes a stray strand of hair from your face. “Please don’t compare our first time to that. This was supposed to be romantic.”

You snort, teasingly pinching the bare skin of his shoulder. “This was your idea of romance?”

He responds with a nip of his own to your thigh, making you squeal. “Obviously not. I just wish things were more perfect. I wish I had more self control so I could’ve made the moment more romantic, you know? Candles, rose petals on the bed sheets…”

“Careless Whisper and body oil? Yeah, no thanks.” Trailing your fingertips down his muscular biceps, you reach down to lace one of your hands with his. “It doesn’t need to be romantic.”

“Yeah, but you deserve your first time to be perfect.”

“It doesn’t have to be perfect.” You coax him to lay his body weight on you. His head now rests on your chest and you faintly run your hands through his golden hair.

Jake shakes his head with a pout. “Everything’s gotta be perfect for my girl.”

“Oh, honey everything already is, as long as I’m experiencing it with you.” You tilt his chin up slightly so he’s able to see how serious you are.

“God, I love you,” he sighs before pressing a soft kiss to your plush lips.

You moan into his touch as your mouths dance in familiar synchronization. What once started as sweet and loving turned heated and passionate with just one touch of Jake’s hand to your breast.

He gently palms at your skin, sending a sweltering heat between your thighs. Your mouth falls open at his repeated motions and you think to yourself, How the hell did you get so lucky?

Pulling away, you pant out hurriedly, “Prove it.”

The smirk on his face makes your heart flutter. “Oh, I plan on it, sweetheart.” The bright green of Jake’s eyes turns a darker shade at your words and suddenly you can feel him everywhere.

You're gripping onto his shoulders tightly with your head thrown back in pleasure as his lips make their way down your neck.

“Wait,” push him back just a little.

His lust filled eyes soften in concern.

“I almost forgot.” You rest your hand right on his heart—the heart that beats just for you—and smile. “I love you too.”

The grin that adorns his face is enough to let you know that you were in for a long night.

a/n: this lowkey made me wish i could write smut. ANYWAYS… blurb rqs are still open btw!!

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icegirl03 · 10 months

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Ice/Reader and #44 …out of lust. 😘

Hi Mal! This is my first time writing for Iceman and I really like this one! I hope you do too!

Iceman x Reader - A Kiss out of Lust

It's late as you finish washing the dishes standing in your tiny apartment kitchen. You'd just hosted a dinner for your best friend and her new beau, though in all honesty you're not sure how long that'll last. She's not the type to settle down easily and neither is Pete Mitchell. What you hadn't been expecting was the friend Pete had brought along.

Tom, as he was introduced to you, was not what you'd have ever expected for a friend of Pete's. His piercing blue-gray eyes, blond hair with frosted tips and a gorgeous crooked smirk nearly bowled you over. You had accepted Pete's excuse of, "His date stood him up and I thought he could use a quiet night with some friends" at face value, but the more you think about it, the less you believe him. Either they're trying to set you up or there's something else going on. Men that look like Tom Kazansky don't just get stood up. That's more your rung on the eligible date ladder.

But either way, he's been incredibly polite. Not particularly chatty, but sweet, with a cocky underlayer that you couldn't dig through if you tried. You'd ordered all three of them onto your small balcony with some cold drinks while you did the dishes and you hoped they're having a nice time. Really you hope that Pete and your friend aren't sucking face and creeping Tom out.

But when you stagger carefully out onto the balcony with four cold beer bottles in your hands, it's deserted except for one person.

"Um." You sound awkward, of course you do. "Where'd they go?"

"Mav wanted to take your friend for a spin on his bike." He's smiling at you, as you carefully set the bottles down and plonk down onto one of your wrought iron chairs.

"That doesn't surprise me at all." You sip on the cold liquid, relishing in the bubbles tingling down your throat. "So why'd you stay?"

"I wanted to thank a pretty girl for making me the best home cooked meal I've eaten in a long, long time." You hope it's not bright enough for him to see how flustered you are. Your brain must short circuit because he's looking at you like he wants to eat you alive. So you have no control over what you say next.

"So thank me, flyboy?" He stands, unfolding all 6 feet of his lanky body before tugging you close. The first kiss he presses to your lips is sweet, a mere peck. But as your arms wrap around his neck, it deepens, scorching the blood in your veins as heat slips through your veins.

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icegirl03 · 10 months

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So cute soshdoajfaodbak

Listen… I am obsessed, as I’ve said before, with Sugar Daddy!Jake and Sugar. And I’m a sucker for being taken care of so the blurb about the migraine and bad day was my jam but it got me thinking… Jake needs taken care of too sometimes, and I’m dying to know what that would like when he’s having a bad day and just needs a little tlc

Sure thing bby😊 prepare for extra soft!Jake

Lift Me Up–Jake Seresin (An Arrangement Series)

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Enjoy!

You were just finishing up some boutonnieres and corsages for another wedding when your watch buzzed on your wrist. At a quick glance you saw Rooster’s name appear but you didn’t read the message yet because you had to finish wrapping twine around one more set of flowers. Your wrist buzzed again, and again but you were adamant on finishing this before being distracted.

Once it was wrapped and tightened, you scrolled through your notifications, messages equally from Rooster and Phoenix.

Rooster: are you coming to the hard deck by chance?

Phoenix: are you busy tonight? Please say no, Bagman is extra sour

Rooster: we’re all begging. Hangman’s in a terrible mood.

Rooster: WE ALL NEED YOU

Phoenix: please babe, he’s bad

“What in the world?” you mutter as you read through the frantic texts.

It’s only a little after five, what could Jake possibly be doing that both Rooster and Phoenix are reaching out to you? You place your finished flowers in the boxes and set them on the shelf in the fridge and gather your things. Reynolds is waiting for you in his usual parking spot, his smile turns into a frown at your own troubled expression.

“Is something wrong?”

“Can we go to The Hard Deck? Something’s wrong with Jake…”

“Really? He didn’t text me…” Reynolds scratches his chin as he opens your door. “But we’ll stop by and see what’s going on.”

“Thank you.”

The bar isn’t that far from your shop and for a Thursday night, it’s pretty packed with cars and pilots loitering onto the sand.

“Should I come in with you?” Reynolds asks.

“No, I’ll be okay. Maybe wait for a bit in case we need to drive him home,” you say and get out.

Some of the other pilots say hello to you as you pass them but you barely smile because you’re growing concerned for Jake. Is he drunk and he’s acting belligerent? Is he sick and refusing to go home?

You weave through the crowd finding Rooster near the back by the jukebox and pool tables. There’s a loud crack! followed by a collective groan and someone cursing Jake’s name.

“Penny’s gonna ban you from ever entering her bar again,” Rooster shakes his head and moves out of your way.

You see Jake holding a splintered cue stick, one half of it is on the pool table and his face is hard, stony. His brows are furrowed in a permanent scowl as he tosses the broken stick on the table.

“I’ll replace it. Give me another one,” Jake snaps his fingers but no one moves. He turns around snatching one from the holders and you push yourself in front of Rooster.

“Thank God you’re here,” he mutters. “Hangman, time to go home.”

“No, I’m not ready to go home, Rooster. Not until I win a game of pool and–Sugar,” he stops himself short when he turns around and sees you. He drops the new stick in his hand as if he’s caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “What are you doing here?”

“We called her to come get you,” Phoenix says. “It’s been a long day. Go home.”

“I thought you were working late,” Jake says, ignoring the others completely.

“I got caught up,” you walk towards him, hand reaching for his cheek. When you’re close enough his cheek falls into your palm effortlessly. You can feel the tension in his jaw. “You had a bad day?”

“Wasn’t the best, no,” he murmurs as you bring your other hand to his other cheek. You rub at the circles under his eyes, noting how they’re bloodshot.

“Let’s go home.”

“Okay.”

He follows you willingly, walking past his friends who stare at your retreating backs dumbfounded. They insisted he should go home hours ago but he refused and then you come in saying only a few words and he follows you not a problem.

When the two of you get back outside you let Reynolds know he can go home. Jake says he’s fine to drive and you want to ask him what happened but his body language is screaming annoyance. He keeps one hand on your knee and you trace your finger over the grooves of his knuckles, circling over the back of his palm.

His silence is so loud when you’re finally home and he slams his door when he gets out. He opens yours more gently, his hand held out to you, his gaze soft as he looks at you. You take his hand and close your door behind you, following him closely into the house.

“Can I make you anything?” you ask quietly.

“Do we have tomato soup?”

“I’m sure Rhea keeps it on hand,” you smile, continuing to stroke his hand with your thumb. “Do you want grilled cheese with it?”

“That sounds good,” he nods.

“Okay. Why don’t you go take a hot shower, the food will be ready when you’re done.”

You squeeze his hand, debating on kissing him but he turns away and heads towards the stairs. You skip to the kitchen grabbing the necessary things to make the soup. Of course Rhea bought the best type of canned tomato soup and you took two out since you hadn’t eaten yet either. While the soup is heating up in the pot you begin on the grilled cheese using the panini maker.

You’re humming ‘The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face’ as you look in the freezer for dessert. Jake loves sundaes with chocolate syrup and sprinkles. You stir the soup, make another grilled cheese and then Jake struts in. You were hoping he’d take a longer shower, letting the hot water worry away his tight muscles.

“Hey,” you smile loving how fluffy his hair is looking already. He has on your favorite shirt, the NAVY one and a pair of plaid pajama pants. “That was a quick shower.”

He moves past you and turns the soup down on low so it simmers. Then he places the grilled cheese on a hot plate and covers it up.

“The soup is just about done. Aren’t you–ahh!” you squeal when he lifts you up onto the counter. You open your legs and he slots between them, his arms moving behind your lower back.

“Wanted to be with you,” he mumbles.

“Jake…what happened today?” you ask resting your arms on his shoulders.

“I couldn’t beat my times today and in the meetings following, I was used as the example of what not to do. I don’t know what happened, I couldn’t accelerate fast enough. So I wanted to blow off steam at the bar, prove to everyone I can do it all.”

“I’m sorry you had a bad day. It’s okay if you can’t do it all, you know, I think you’re pretty perfect already,” you encourage. “You’ll beat your times, just keep practicing and you’ll get there. Want me to come yell at your officers for singling you out?”

“No, that’s okay,” he chuckles slipping his fingers under your shirt. He draws circles on your skin. “It wouldn’t do much, you’re too adorable.”

“I can be feisty if I need to,” you put on a tough face, “I can scream and shout about how you are the best pilot there is.”

“Thanks Sugar,” he smiles. He turns his head so he can kiss the inside of your forearm then sighs. He keeps kissing up your arm until he’s by your shoulder and you turn his head so you can press your lips to his.

Your arms tighten around each other, and your legs hook around his hips. His kiss is hurried and hot, his fingers hot on your bare skin as he shifts them up under your shirt. One hand moves to your stomach, his lips feverish as they transition to your jaw and neck. You toss your head back gasping, his fingers graze the side of your breast as he sucks on your neck.

Your hips involuntarily rut against his, fingers tangling in his hair. Your body is electric from his touch and kiss. His hand on your lower back rocks you forward, his lips moving to your collarbones and in between your breasts.

“Jake,” you whimper enjoying the sensations but then he stops.

He removes his lips from your breasts, his breath hot and wanton on your skin as he recollects himself and pulls you back up in a sitting position. You stare at him quizzically.

“Sorry, I got a little carried away,” he exhales.

“I wasn’t telling you to stop,” you shake your head suddenly feeling ashamed.

“I know. But I don’t want to rush anything, wanna take my time and give you the proper attention you deserve,” he says pulling your shirt back down. “And not when I’m upset about work.”

“But–”

He shushes you with a soft kiss.

“Don’t forget how much you tempt me on the daily, Sugar,” he says on your lips. “You made me my favorite comfort food, so let’s enjoy that okay?”

You nod and hop down the counter, your legs a little shaky from that quick but intense makeout. You ladled the soup while he gathered plates and silverware. Still feeling a little dejected, you sat on one of the stools and began to eat slowly. When Jake joined you, he dragged you closer to him, the stool grating against the floor. Then he lifted your legs onto his lap and smiled.

“Want you as close as possible,” he says then starts to eat. You smile into your spoon.

When you’re finished eating, you move into the living room climbing onto his large couch.

“Pick your favorite movie,” you tell him. He decides on 10 Things I Hate About You and when he turns around, you pat your chest as a place for him to lay.

He jumps onto the couch cuddling onto your chest, basically laying on top of you with his arms and legs wrapped tightly around you. His overexcitement makes you laugh and you start to play with his hair. That calms him down fairly quickly and you scratch at his neck.

“You’ve no idea how good that feels,” he groans.

“Oh I know, it’s my specialty, remember?” you tease and kiss the top of his head. You move your hands down his back, scratching it lightly and he groans again.

“Don’t ever stop,” he sighs.

You remain that way for the whole movie, one hand scratching at his back and the other petting his hair thinking the whole time how you never want to stop.

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icegirl03 · 10 months

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Alright, since I’m a big ball of stressy-drepressy lately, I was wondering how Jake would help Sugar through a day that she’s just not feeling it. ♥️ luv u fren.

I hope you like this bb! it's a little bit more descriptive, I hope you don't mind.

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You’re not sure how it started, but whenever you were feeling down in the blues you always scampered off to Jake’s room. It was so big and open and he always had the fireplace on so it felt cozy all the time. His pillows were the fluffiest you’ve ever felt and the whole place smelled of him, rich and musky. Even with the fireplace on, his comforter was cool on your skin.

The day started off bad as soon as you woke up because you slept through your alarm. It was also Rhea’s day off and Jake’s early day to fly so you were in the house alone. It’s been a bit stormy lately and the wind kept you up from outside your window. It must have hit a power line or something because the coffeemaker was off when you got into the kitchen thus the coffee was cold and tepid.

You planned on taking a shower before work but now you were running late and your hair looked so gross. Even the luxurious dry shampoo couldn’t save the mess of your head so you opted for a messy bun. Then you got frustrated because your messy bun wasn’t the right type of messy.

“Miss y/n?” Reynolds called to you from downstairs and you were rushing again to get dressed.

When you were finally ready you asked Reynolds if you could stop at the coffee shop near Jake’s house before going to the shop and he said yes. That didn’t end up happening because the drive-thru line was obnoxiously long and Serena texted you that there were a ton of people in the store already wanting to do orders.

Your stomach grumbled and you wanted one of Rhea’s muffins.

The wind was still horrendous and you could smell rain, the clouds were dark and gray which matched your mood perfectly as you walked into the shop. Recognizing you, customers started bombarding you with questions and shoving phones in your face of what type of arrangement they needed.

The back of your neck began to throb signifying the onslaught of a migraine.

It’s going to be a long day.

***

By the time you got home your feet ached, your arms ached, you had bandaids on six of your fingers from thorns and yanking off leaves and your head was killing you. You worked through lunch and you know you didn’t drink as much water as you should have. The storm kept rumbling in the distance which only made you more antsy because the lights flickered every now and then in the shop.

Dom assured you he’d check that the back-up generators were up and running before he closed up. He sent you home early because he could tell how miserable you are.

The whole drive home you were battling with yourself whether or not to text Jake asking if he could pick up food from your favorite restaurant. You don’t want to seem needy but he told you to ask him for whatever you’d like. Would he be bothered? What if he had a bad day and wanted to come home and relax and your request pissed him off?

Not wanting to make him mad you stare at the contents of the fridge for a good twenty minutes before you nibble on some pasta salad. Your head was still killing you and you just felt so sad and tired and exhausted and your body ached–

It was like your feet were on auto pilot as you trudged up the stairs, down the hall past your room and walked right into Jake’s. The remote for the fireplace was on his nightstand so you pushed the button to turn it on, the flames engulfed the space quickly as wind roared on outside. You bit your lip as you contemplated going to his bed or the big couch on the other side of the fireplace.

You decided on the couch, it had a huge knit blanket that felt like a hug and you could watch a movie on the tv up above the fireplace. You settle in and pick some romcom from the early 2000s you haven’t seen in a while and wait for Jake to come home.

Twenty minutes into the movie you hear the front door open and close and then torrential rain is hitting the windows. You keep your eyes on the characters in the movie but peek at the doorway waiting for Jake. Your head is pounding as loud as your heart as you wait for him, neck aching, body aching…aching for him.

Jake finally appears in the doorway, his hair wet from rain and his flight suit is tied around his waist so the white shirt he has on is spotted with rain drops. In his hands is a carrying tray with two strawberry shakes and the other holding a big bag that you recognize from your favorite restaurant.

“Reynolds told me you weren’t having a good day. I’m sorry I’m late, the roads are terrible and the line at the drive-thru was long. I got all of your favorites, and the dessert they had is the chocolate pudding you love so I got extras,” he explains making his way over to you.

He sets the goodies on the coffee table in front of you then kneels on the floor, resting his elbows on your blanket covered body.

“I thought I’d find you here. Migraine?” he asks and you nod. “Did you take anything?” A shake of the head. “I’ll get your medicine and peppermint oil. Start eating and I’ll change, okay?”

He stretches forward to kiss your cheek, he smells like rain and then he’s gone. As he leaves, he yanks his shirt up and over his head; your tummy flutters at seeing his muscular back. You force yourself to sit up and grab your shake, the hearty sip and sweet strawberry flavor makes your taste buds sing. The coolness of the shake also feels good in your throat.

Jake returns in gray sweats and a different t-shirt, his NAVY one that you secretly have a favor towards. The color looks wonderful against his skin. A small tub of lotion and bottle of peppermint oil is in hand, he keeps it in his bathroom because you normally retreat in his room during bad headaches. He likes to be prepared.

He touches your shoulder and you shift forward so he can sit behind you on the couch, it’s big enough that you can fit comfortably. He places your medicine on the table.

“Your head might feel better if you take out the knot of your bun, Sugar,” he says softly knowing loud noises hurt your head.

“It’s all gross,” you shake your head which makes the throbbing pain worse.

“Want me to wash it?” his fingers probe at the base of your neck and up your head, his thumbs rubbing with just the right pressure to alleviate the pain.

“How would you do that?”

“Well, I have a pretty nice tub in my bathroom…or yours,” he muses, continuing to rub your head. You continue to suck up your shake.

“Maybe later,” you sigh.

“Okay,” he kisses the back of your neck delicately. His lips are cold and you sigh.

“Stay there for a minute .... lips are nice and cold.”

You feel his smile on your neck as he kisses you again and keeps his lips there, skimming them over your neck gently. The tip of his nose is also cold and you relax a bit from the temperature change. He pulls your shirt down a little so he can kiss even lower past your neck and onto your back.

“Ready for the peppermint?”

“Mhm,” you hum and his lips are gone.

He unscrews the lid of the lotion, you faintly pay attention because now that you’ve got some shake in you, you’re paying more attention to the movie onscreen. You can tell he adds the peppermint because you smell it, that even helps your head a little.

Jake’s hands are cold as he presses the peppermint coated lotion onto your neck and he begins to massage you again. His fingers knead gently at your cranium, up into your hair and down to your shoulders, his thumbs paying extra special attention at the center of your head. A soft moan escapes and you tilt your head forward so he can really rub at the taut muscle.

“I’m sorry you had a bad day,” he murmurs.

“Everything just went wrong. This is helping…”

“Good. What movie are we watching?”

“50 First Dates.”

“That’s a good one.”

“It’s almost over…what do you want to watch next?”

“How about The Princess Bride?”

“As you wish,” you tease, quoting the movie. The throbbing in your head lessens but you grab your medicine and take it with your shake. “How was your day?”

“Busy, we kept waiting to fly but the storm prevented it. Had to stay grounded and I kept thinking of you.”

He massaged your head until the movie ended and joined you in eating the dinner he brought home. You selected his movie of choice, which was also one of your favorites, and cuddled up on the couch, he slipped under the big blanket with you and you rested your head on his chest. Jake’s fingers played with your hair and unworked the hair tie.

“No, my hair is gross–”

“Shush, I don’t care. I bet that feels better, huh?” he asks. The tightness is released and you burrow further into his chest. You start to skim your fingers over his forearm, creating designs. He sighs.

“What?” you ask stopping your tickling.

“That feels nice,” he sighs, his cheek pressing to the top of your head. “Don’t stop.”

You smile into his shirt and start tickling his arm again, jumping slightly when thunder cracks.

“I know you hate it,” he says, running his fingers down your back and waist. “But I think I like when it rains.”

“Why?”

“Because that means you’ll be here with me.”

He squeezes your waist and you tilt your head so you’re looking up at him. He’s already looking at you. Feeling brave and bold, you place your hand at the back of his neck pulling him forward so you can touch your lips with his. It’s slow building, this kiss, his lips soft and supple giving you full control. You part your lips slightly but when you don’t feel his tongue against yours, you slip yours against his.

Jake groans when your tongues connect and he shifts you up higher so you’re more level with him. Your leg is fully over his waist, both your arms around his neck. His kiss is giving you shivers all over, his hands hot on your waist and back as your shirt rides up a little from your movements.

“You taste like strawberries,” you huff, breaking away to take a breath.

“So do you,” he smiles rubbing your nose with his. He moves his hand to cup your cheek, tracing his thumb over your lip. “How’s your head?”

“Better. Thank you,” you kiss his nose.

“You’re welcome, Sugar. Let’s finish the movie, hm?”

You nod and fall back into your original position, lips buzzing from his kiss, heart hammering from how it made you feel. While you watch Wesley and Buttercup fall in love, you secretly hope it rains every day so you can be in Jake’s room all week.

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icegirl03 · 10 months

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So fluffy I cried

Touch starved pilots of your choice cuddling their s/o headcanons

characters written: pete 'maverick' mitchell, nick 'goose' bradshaw, tom 'iceman' kazansky, ron 'slider' kerner, leonard 'wolfman' wolfe, rick 'hollywood' neven, beau 'cyclone' simpson, bradley 'rooster' bradshaw, jake 'hangman' seresin, natasha 'phoenix' trace, robert 'bob' floyd, javy 'coyote' machado, mickey 'fanboy' garcia, reuben 'payback' fitch

sfw, but cut for length. enjoy!

Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell:

depends on what age you're thinking!

if it's young!mav, he's probably just a liiiitle reluctant to let himself relax sometimes

he's sort of got his tough guy persona, and he's not used to dropping it, so when you get him alone he tries messing around at first

whether that's a few too many kisses, or a pinch to your side, he guards himself a bit before letting himself go

but when he does, oh, he's like a little kitten !

he lets you run your hands through his gelled hair (gross)

and it gets all misshapen and spiky

he probably just melts when you pet his hair like that, and he'll be snoozing on your chest in no time

now older!mav is definitely less of a tough nut to crack

he probably initiates the cuddling in the first place, he nudges you over to the bed and lays himself on top of you to crush you

you can push at his chest and splutter all you want, but he's made his choice on where he's going to lay, and it's on you

he likes holding you, but he wants to be face-to-face, so you can brush noses and bump foreheads

he probably tries sooo hard to stay awake so that he can soak in the time you're spending together but peepaw definitely crashes like 10 minutes in

Nick 'Goose' Bradshaw:

he also likes to be face to face!

buuut not for the same sweet reason as mav

he just wants to itch you with his mustache

he likes nipping at you too, he bites your nose to make you laugh

you won't be getting any sleep when you cuddle with goose, he just wants to talk and laugh and hold you the entire time

it's not a period of time to wind down, it's a big laugh-fest

and god FORBID you try to get up to pee

“Nick, I have to go.” / “Sorry, honey. I can’t let go. I think my hand’s stuck.” / “NICK!!”

Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky

he’s another one who probably has just a bit of trouble letting his guard down

he’ll cuddle with you no doubt, but he’ll probably always keep you in his lap or have some sort of upper hand in the embrace

it takes a while before he’s ready to be held himself

when he does finally give in it's so soft and sweet :')

he's had a really hard day and he comes home with his eyes drooping

you've planned a movie night but he doesn't even look like he could sit through an episode of a tv show

so you lead him to bed instead, and tell him you're sleepy, cause he won't 'ruin' the night by admitting that he is

you ask to play with his hair and he lets you, but he's not sure why 'cause you just said you were tired??

you basically have to trick him into being held but once his head is on your chest and your hands are in his hair he's gone.

he ends up mumbling something all sleepy and groggy like 'mm, that's nice' and his eyes are half shut and he's so endearingly tired :')

he wants you to do it all the time now, I'd say it's about 50/50 whether you fall asleep holding him or he falls asleep holding you

Ron 'Slider' Kerner:

slider's a big boy!!!!!!!

he's big and tall and muscly, the perfect cuddle buddy

he's probably more inclined to hold than be held

but he likes it when you face him so you can wrap your arms around his back :')

he probably likes it when he's able to bury his face in your neck/shoulder/against the top of your head

like he always wants his face snuggled in somewhere warm and nice smelling

and it just so happens his chest is an excellent place to get lost yourself

so you most of the time just nuzzle right into each other and get to snoozin'

i think he'd talk real soft, too, he'd murmur against your ear while you're drifting off, probably boring you to sleep with technical details of his flights but just before you crash for the night he slips in a little 'i love you, honey' and <33333

Leonard 'Wolfman' Wolfe:

he's a loser for his partner it has to be said

almost as teasing as nick is but not quite

he'll let you fall asleep he just wants to talk to you AllTheTime because he LovesYouSoMuch

he's a chatterbox and you'll be lucky if you get to sleep at a decent hour

he really likes it when you lay your head on his chest

'cause he likes playing with your hair and your face :]

sometimes he'll just use you as a little stress toy and squeeze your cheeks and pinch your nose and poke at your forehead

always making silly little jokes and telling you all about his day

down to, like, every comment one of his friends made...

'and then slider said he was gonna kill him but hollywood ran, so then they were just chasing each other around and iceman said-' / 'babe.. can we sleep? please?' / 'oh! right, sorry baby.'

Rick 'Hollywood' Neven

listen there's a reason he and wolfman get along so well

they're BOTH teases!!!

cuddling with hollywood is not really relaxing, because he's always pinching your sides or putting his nasty cold feet all over you, or pretending to knock you out by fake-punching you a bunch

you're just laying there and he's 'punching' your stomach, making fake punch sounds with his mouth, and if you push him away he'll pretend you've absolutely knocked him out, tumbling down onto the mattress with this dramatic thump and closing his eyes and sticking his tongue out of his mouth like he's a dead cartoon character 😭

he's like a dog you have to get his energy out before trying to rest with him or he just Won't Rest

when you DO get him sleepy, though, he's kinda incoherent when he's tired, so you'll be cuddled up together, maybe you're scratching his back, maybe he's playing with your hair, and he's just sort of mumbling nonsense until he finally drifts off to sleep

Beau 'Cyclone' Simpson:

will not be held

sorry! not happening

he's just so big and beefy and authoritative that he doesn't much enjoy being coddled

he loves cuddling with you though, he gets very relaxed just laying with you

he's a casual toucher, i think, so you can rest your head on his shoulder at the airport, you can hold his hand at restaurants, whether that be over or under the table, he lets you hang all over him however you want

he's not super into in-your-face PDA, though, so you'll have to be polite and considerate about it

actually in bed though, under the blankets at night?

he's so much more cuddly than you'd expect

he wraps his big strong arms around you and tugs you close and lets you melt all over him <33

your favorite place to lay your head is probably his chest 'cause it's so broad and firm and nice <3

he's a good back rubber so cuddles are always soft and cozy and sleepy

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw:

lord he's a cuddler

he's just a touchy guy, because he's probably gone without it for a significant amount of time so now that he's got you he's gonna enjoy it

big big big on pda, doesn't really care who sees

so that means cuddling in public, too

perfectly content to sit by the beach with you in his lap all cuddled back into his chest he doesn't care if anyone teases him

but back in bed he's a sucker for head scratches

if you have long-ish nails, enough to scratch at his scalp, he'll literally melt over you like an ice cream cone

his limbs go all gooey and he flops his head down on your chest, groaning and grunting while you scratch through his hair

he really enjoys sleeping on top of you, whether that be fully chest-to-chest 'you're suffocating me' cuddling or just an arm thrown over your stomach while he lays on his own

he likes being held, too, but probably prefers to hold unless he's having a hard day

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin:

big boy!! surprisingly fond of being held for everything we know about him

that cocky demeanor does not last under the sheets

he adores holding you, of course, he'll wrap his big arms around you and cradle your head to his chest

he probably plays with your hair, looooves it when you tangle your legs up with his own

he prefers if you talk to him rather than him talk to you if you're cuddling

cause he likes the sound of your voice and he loves hearing about your day

he tries to listen so attentively to what you're saying, but if you're taking a little too long telling him about that batty old customer that had visited the shop you work at today, his eyes are going to slowly start to droop and he's gonna let out a big ol yawn that means it's time for him to close his eyes

you always cut yourself off like 'sorry, jake. g'head, go to sleep'

and he insists you continue like 'nooo darlin' i wanna hear! keep going :]' except within two minutes he's dozing against the pillow while you talk about the old lady again

he's a simple man just talk soft and slow to him while snuggled up in his arms and he's gonna sleep no matter what you're telling him

Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace:

she really likes laying face-to-face with you!!

she's a fan of spooning, of course, she likes either burying her face in your back or letting you snuggle into hers

but she loves the intimacy that comes from being pretty much nose-to-nose with you

the type to lay there and chat with you mere inches away so that you're leaning in to kiss her all giggly and bashful every four seconds

she uses your cuddle time to tell you all about her teammates, what stupid shit jake said today, how bob almost tripped down the stairs, that fanboy's got a new girlfriend who wants to meet you, etc etc etc

but that means when you see them next you know all of the hot gossip about everyone and you giggle every time jake says something dumb and he's like WHAT.. WHAT IS IT.. WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME.. and you give nat this little ;) 'cause you'll definitely be talking shit about him later

she does this thing where she cradles the back of your head in her hand if you're face to face and she throws her leg over your waist and it gives you such intense butterflies that you need to close your eyes sometimes <3333

Robert 'Bob' Floyd:

cuddlebug <3

he loooves cuddling but if you do it face-to-face he's gonna need to be super close to you because he can't see without his glasses 😭

i'm taking like nose-to-nose so close that you have to cross your eyes to see him

otherwise he's pretty chill in what positions he likes

you love it when he reads to you

i think he might not be the most confident reader out loud but he does it anyways 'cause it puts you to sleep

he gets really sleepy really easily so sometimes it's best to refrain from cuddling in public

like you're out on the beach by a firepit and you're all snuggled up together but oops he can't enjoy his smores because he's sleeping on your shoulder

he loves it when you lay your head on his shoulder sm :'))

he wraps his arm around you and tugs you closer <3

Javy 'Coyote' Machado:

prefers holding to being held

probably a little less talkative than the rest, but that doesn't mean you never chat

he just has this insane ability to fall asleep anywhere, i'm talking slumped against the bus window, leaning against the wall, sitting on the ground, piloting his aircraft sorry

he likes staring at you, though, while he falls asleep :')

if you're talking to him he'll listen and nod and hum along and agree when he should, he's a very good listener

but slowly he'll start to fade a bit, and he'll sling his hand over your waist, smush his face into the pillow, and keep listening for as long as he can

slooooowly you start getting less responses from him, he's not reacting as much, but his eyes are always locked onto your face and he's got this lazy little smile on his face while he drifts off to sleep 'cause he gets to look at you the whole time :')

loverboy!!

Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia:

the most talkative in the whole wide world

cuddling with him is barely even cuddling, it's watching him act out his entire day

'and then payback went like this and- BAM! shot it down.'

and he's up on his knees in the middle of the bed with his arms out demonstrating exactly how they'd worked through their training exercises that day

and he is loud and energetic and you're half-asleep like 'that sounds awesome, babe.'

he isn't one to stay in one place really, he likes tossing and turning a bit before he falls asleep which means that you are also going to be tossed and turned

he's a really shifty sleeper too so you'll wake up with your face in his armpit

if you're really sleepy though, he'll settle down, he'll pull you into his chest and let you fall asleep there

but he'll probably be on his phone for a bit, he strikes me as a crazy night owl

Reuben 'Payback' Fitch:

out in two seconds

there is no conscious cuddling with him

why?

because the second his head hits the pillow he's snoring

you can cuddle up to him but if he's cuddling up to you he's doing it in his sleep

you're actually so jealous of him bc you lay down for the night and he tucks his chin over your head or he snuggles his face into your neck and that's it.

he's out.

he's a clingy sleeper, though, so if you wanna read for a bit or use your phone it might be kind of hard

honestly it really helps your sleep schedule to sleep with him 'cause sometimes he's entirely wrapped around you and you can't move

so there's nothing to do but sleep yourself

he's like a living furnace i KNOW that man runs hot

you probably wake up sweating a bunch if you're all snuggly with him

blanket stealer. he somehow manages to tear them off of the end of the bed where they're tucked in and cocoon himself

and then you wake up freezing cold

when i said he snores i mean it he snores loud

it's sort of comforting eventually? like at first it drives u insane

but over time you come to rely on it as white noise and you can't sleep unless he's all over you snoring right in your ear and drooling on your shoulder

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