soft daddy jake is so insane i need him desperately :((((
just imagine the way he’d pull you to his lap, your chest facing his, his hand finding purchase on your hip and the other coming up to cup your jaw before his thumb gently swipes just under your eye.
“y’ve got to be more careful, sweetheart.” jake’s voice is tinged with a hint of manic worry. a glance at his tail and you know his agitation is barely concealed, thrumming just underneath his fretting.
“hey,” he says, lightly tapping at your cheek to gain your attention again. “you listenin’ to me?”
you hum, nodding, your eye contact with him wavering at the intensity of his gaze.
he clicks his tongue softly. “use your words, baby. need t’know that y’r paying attention.”
you lick your bottom lip, squirming, still unused to his undivided attention. “i’ll be more careful.” you pause, then, “sorry ma’jake.”
just like that, you feel the tension easing, jake’s shoulder relaxing as he drops his head to rest on your shoulder. your own body sags at feeling jake’s touch and you raise your hands to embrace him back.
“i’m sorry,” you repeat, not knowing what else to do to comfort him.
jake shakes his head from where it’s pressed on your skin before he pulls back, his eyes furrowed as they look at you.
“i know, baby,” he murmurs, both of his hands clutching your hips to draw you closer to him. “and i’m sorry f’r being too rough on you.”
“it’s okay, ma’jake,” you reply, nuzzling your cheek on his jaw, feeling his breath stutter at your soft hum.
you huff at his reaction before planting a soft kiss on his neck, smothering a giggle when you feel his throat rumble with a bit-off groan. you smile to yourself, not really sorry for teasing him.
you gasp suddenly, your body jolting on his lap at the feeling of your tail being tugged.
“ma’jake!” you whine when he tugs at it again, pulling your head away from where it’s burrowed at the juncture of his neck and his shoulder, glaring up at him.
“this is what happens when y’r being cheeky, sweetheart,” jake croons, his voice lilting with humour, before nipping your cheek playfully, careful not to sink his fangs too deep into your skin.
you smack his chest in indignation, hissing at him, rubbing at your stinging cheek.
“cute,” is all he says, lightly tugging at your tail once more.
“skxawng!”
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the way he’d help you put on your tewng in the morning, grumbling to himself in the language of the demons, hissing when the leather wouldn’t knot well.
he is crouched on the floor, hoping that by reducing the height difference between your hips and his hands it’d be easier to tie the cloth but he is still unsuccessful. you still don’t know why he insists on tying it for you.
you giggle quietly, finding him adorable with his thin patience and accented murmurs, pressing your palm to your lips to stifle the sound but jake’s ears swivel and you know that you failed to hide your laughter from him.
“what’s got you gigglin’?” jake asks peering up to look at you, his furrowed brows easing at seeing the unabashed glee on your face. he feels himself relax, responding at the affection bright behind your eyes, and you watch as he breathes in deeply before sighing from his nose.
“nothing,” you say, blinking at him innocently, not wanting to tease him any more.
jake sees through you anyways and he caresses your thighs like a silent reassurance that you can tell him anything (and you do), leaving your skin thrumming with warmth. you wonder if your legs are capable of flushing like your cheeks – you honestly hope they do not.
you feel you tail whirling behind you and you know you don’t have to worry about your blushing legs, not when jake’s eyes flick onto your tail, seeing it wagging happily, making him huff a fond laugh to himself.
“judgin’ y’r old man now, baby?” he teases, pinching the back of your thigh.
instinctively, you smack the top of his head, only to gasp when you hear jake wheeze.
“shoulda’ seen that comin’, actually.”
“oh no, i didn’t mean to, ma’jake!” you assure him, your hands cupping his cheeks and urging him to look back at you.
“i know, sweetheart. s’my fault for teasin’ you.” jake places his hand on top of yours, and your throat goes dry at the way your hand completely disappears under his.
“you always tease,” you mumble, pouting.
jake chuckles, his thumb rubbing along the ridges of your knuckles. “well, with that reaction, who wouldn’t wanna tease you?”
you click your tongue, pulling your arms back and crossing them in front of your chest. “ma’jake, my tewng, please.”
he shakes his head fondly, clearly finding humour at your petulant behaviour. “of course, ma’princess.”
it’s another of his demon nicknames, one that he doesn’t use often, but one that you love the most. you love the way the sound rolls off his tongue; love the way his voice dips every time he murmurs it to you, like it is a shared secret between you two.
and like always, you coo in response, letting go of your crossed arms so you can softly run your fingers across his face, your touch just ghosting and ticklish. usually jake would playfully bite them to coax a hiss out of you but he has not done it today, his eyes remaining focused on securing your tewng around your hips, and so you continue to trace the patterns on his face, your silence heavy with reverence.
when he finishes, just before he rises from crouching down, jake kisses your thigh like always and chuckles at your smothered whimper, still feel so shy even when he’s done this many times now.
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