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your-eternal-lies · 28 days

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HEAT OF THE MOMENT (AU masterlist)

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FEATURED PAIRINGS — Fire Chief!Ari Levinson x Reader / Firefighter!Bucky Barnes x Reader / Firefighter!Jake Jensen x Reader / Small!Firefighter!Steve Rogers x Reader / Fire Marshal!Frank Adler x Reader / Firefighter!Loki Laufeyson x Reader / Firefighter!Lloyd Hansen x Reader / Firefighter!Thor Odinson x Reader / Firefighter!Pietro Maximoff x Reader AU INTRO — The local fire department, the famous and beloved Station 616, is just teeming with eligible bachelors... but not for long! Summers are for falling in love, after all.

CONTENTS AND WARNINGS — Modern AU, firefighter AU, crossover fic, language, fluff, mild angst, sexual content (ranging from mild to explicit), rom-com vibes, no use of y/n, each character gets their own Reader (not a poly fic), playboy tendencies, age gap, friends to lovers, workplace romances, enemies to lovers, allusions to divorce/troubled marriages, and possibly more as the stories are written.

NOTE — Each story is a three-part miniseries and can be read as standalones. I do not currently have any plans to write any more than what’s listed, but I will never say never. There is also no release schedule; I will post at my own leisure so please refrain from asking, thank you!

LAST UPDATED: March 31, 2024 STATUS: Coming Soon

PLAYING WITH FIRE _ ╰┈➤ ft. Fire Chief!Ari Levinson x Photographer f!Reader

Ari is the dedicated fire chief of Station 616 who runs the show with an iron fist and a heart of gold, but the one thing he can’t seem to get a handle on is his personal life—until the Station is partnered up with a new bright-eyed photographer for this year’s charity calendar photoshoot. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

MOTH TO A FLAME _ ╰┈➤ ft. Firefighter!Bucky Barnes x Firefighter f!Reader

There are strict rules to be followed in life, otherwise the world would descend to chaos, right? You insist on never dating a coworker, while Bucky insists on not dating at all. Well, fortunately for the both of you, everyone knows rules are made to be broken. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

FIRE AND WHISKEY _ ╰┈➤ ft. Firefighter!Jake Jensen x Bartender f!Reader

It’s tradition that the entire squad heads down to the same local hole in the wall for any occasion, no matter what it is, okay? It has absolutely nothing to do with Jensen’s insanely obvious crush on the badass bartender, capeesh? Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

COMIN’ IN HOT _ ╰┈➤ ft. Small!Firefighter!Steve Rogers x Volunteer f!Reader

At just 5’4” and 95 pounds soaking wet, Steve is the scrawniest yet the most determined member of the 616 team. Often underestimated, he finds solace in a budding relationship with the part-time volunteer at the firehouse, who seems to see right through his physical appearance. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

BURNING UP _ ╰┈➤ ft. Fire Marshal!Frank Adler x Business Owner f!Reader

You are horrified when you head to work one day only to discover that your precious store has gone up in flames. And if that isn’t already terrible enough, it seems the crabby, unsmiling fire marshal assigned to your case is already convinced that you’re guilty of arson. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

HEAT WAVE _ ╰┈➤ ft. Firefighter!Loki Laufeyson x Environmentalist f!Reader

Loki, the enigmatic and secretly sensitive member of the team, is dispatched to a scene across town, he’s not expecting anything out of the ordinary. Imagine his surprise when he finds a woman from his past, chained to a tree, and leading an environmental protest that is quickly getting out of hand. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

WARM BEDS _ ╰┈➤ ft. Firefighter!Lloyd Hansen x Teacher f!Reader

Lloyd doesn’t actually like teaching fire safety to snot-nosed brats, but he loves going on the prowl for his next one night stand with the single moms, teachers, and school administrators… until he meets his match in a new no-nonsense teacher, who remains frustratingly unimpressed in the face of his uniform and charm. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

HOT-BLOODED _ ╰┈➤ ft. Firefighter!Thor Odinson x Grad Student f!Reader

You’re usually very level-headed, okay? You’re not usually the type to get into scrapes like this. All you wanted was a tiny bit of revenge on your cheating, lying ex-boyfriend… you didn’t expect your rage to get the better of you, nor did you expect the fire you set to his car to get so out of control. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

WORLD ON FIRE _ ╰┈➤ ft. Firefighter!Pietro Maximoff x Reporter f!Reader

Rumours begin to swirl around Station 616, calling into question the integrity of the fire department’s hiring policies. But when you meet Pietro Maximoff, the firefighter at the centre of all the controversy, suddenly the price of a potentially career-making story is no longer one you’re willing to pay. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

NOTES — I cannot wait to share these with you!!! 🥰

#ari levinson x reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #thor odinson x reader #lloyd hansen x reader #jake jensen x reader #frank adler x reader #pietro maximoff x reader #firefighter au #au: heat of the moment #marvel fanfiction #chris evans character fanfiction

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sunlightmurdock · 9 months

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i feel like someone’s said this before but firefighter!bradley taking u on the balcony of ur apartment would be so…. esp if it’s bc he got jealous ur neighbor hit on u or something

Omg like if you were throwing a Halloween party or something with a bunch of friends and a couple of neighbours for your building and OF COURSE, Bradley — and obviously you look great so one of your neighbours is steadily hitting on you the whole night.

And nobody knows that you and Bradley are friends with benefits who fuck more often than you sleep.

So, halfway through the party you lose him and pull yourself away from the flirty neighbour to go find him. He’s sitting out on your balcony with your knees spread and a drink in his hand, his eyes dark the moment that he spots you.

But you’re in a great mood and at the perfect point of tipsyness so you just waltz on over and plant yourself down against his thigh, squeezing his cheeks and asking him what’s got him so pouty.

He leans back and takes a sip of his drink.

“Are we fucking in my bed tonight or yours?” He asks lowly. You grin at him and shrug.

“I dunno, I was weighing up my options actually.” You taunt, nodding towards your preoccupied neighbour still inside. Bradley squeezes his hands around your thigh. He turns his head and looks towards that creep down the hall who has been trying to fuck you for months. Then, he leans forwards and presses his lips to your neck.

“Wanna hear a third option?” He drawls, warm fingertips trailing silkily along your thighs, breaching just under the short skirt of your costume. Grinning as you take his cup and drink, you nod softly at him. He leans in and kisses your throat, nipping harshly at it, his teeth gently brushing your skin.

“I pull up this silly little thing and fuck you right here, right now.”

You brace yourself against his thigh and give him a casual shrug, like your brain isn’t trying to force you to kiss him all over and beg him to make that happen right now.

You take his right hand and guide it to your pussy, dipping his fingers into your underwear, your eyes seriously on him. He swallows, your excitement soaking his hand as he starts to rub slow circles on your clit. “This is all yours, Bradley,” You grind your hips down onto his hand, leaning forwards and sucking softly at his earlobe, letting your lips linger there. “Take it.”

#firefighter!bradley #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #miles teller #bradley bradshaw smut #jake seresin #rooster x you #rooster bradshaw imagine #top gun smut #thots night (:

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hangster-hangout · 1 year

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Jake has a cold and is laying on the couch binge watching first responder soap operas when Bradley gets home from work.

“That could be us.” He points to the tv, his speech a little slurred from the cough medicine.

“What could be us sweetheart?” Bradley takes off his shoes and presses a kiss to Jake’s forehead. Only his head is visible from the mounds of blankets on the couch.

“These two. Hot cop falls for a hot firefighter.” Bradley sits down on the couch and lets Jake rest on his lap.

“Who is who?” Bradley smiles, running his hand through Jake’s hair.

“I’ma cop. You’re the firefighter.” Jake yawns and his eyes start to close. “Rivals. We fall in love anyway.” Bradley presses another kiss on Jake’s head.

“Sounds about right.”

#okay this is to balance the sick angst i wrote before and i just adore it #hangster headcannons #my hangster fic #hangster Drabble #hangster #they are watching 911 lone star btw #kind of want to write cop!jake firefighter!bradley #add to the list

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sarahsmi13s · 9 months

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CONGRATS VINNY! 400 is huge!

Can I please request angst/hurt-comfort #6 “shut up, you're not dying today. not on my watch” with Jake please 🥺

cass! i'm so sorry it took so long to get to this... i got a little carried away with this one, but i hope you like it!

you're not dying, not today || pt 1

pairing: jake seresin x reader warnings: angst, language, house fire, death and elusions to death, life saving, medical equipment, most likely some inaccuracies, let me know if i missed any word count: ~3.4k a/n: this is a firefighter au, heavily inspired by 9-1-1. this will have a part two because i didn't want it to be too long prompt: “shut up, you're not dying today. not on my watch”

It had started off a very simple morning.

You woke up, worked out, had your coffee on the walk back to your apartment, and now you were getting ready for work.

After throwing on your leggings and firehouse t-shirt, you are ready to head out the door.

“Let’s do this.”

You walked into the fire station, greeting the B shift as they left and you went to get dressed and punch in.

“Good morning firefighter Seresin,” you greeted the blond as he came in behind you. “Goood mornin’ firefighter L/N,” he responded with an upbeat tone.

You chuckled, amused at your best friend, “Someone is cheery this morning.”

He nodded as you both started to change, “I am. I had a great night's sleep. And I am ready to save some lives.”

You grinned as you buttoned your shirt up, loving the energy he brought to work every day.

Granted, at first you two didn’t get along at all. He was a cocky recruit coming in from Texas, and you just had this chip on your shoulder that wouldn’t let you like him.

But he wasn’t mean, there wasn’t much to hate honestly. Yeah sure, he could be cocky. But what firefighter isn’t from time to time?

You felt threatened? You guess that’s the right label to put on it.

He came in, all buff and chin up. Confidence dripped from him.

And everyone liked him.

You felt replaceable because you were coming in off a minor injury to see this new guy, this probie, becoming friends with everyone. Becoming friends with your friends, with your family.

So yeah, you felt threatened and insecure. Making a complete ass out of yourself for a first impression.

But you learned he had a daughter, seeing the photo on his phone one day on your way to a call. And that seemed to shake some sense into.

So that next morning as you were both leaving, you caught him and apologized for reacting the way you had, explaining why you felt that way but it didn’t excuse your behavior. You wanted to start over and show him you weren’t really a bitch.

He took the apology with understanding and sympathy, graciously accepting your offer to start over.

And the friendship blossomed from there, just past a year being friends. Coming up on seven months of wanting it to be more.

You tugged your uniform pants up, smiling at him, “I’d be concerned if you weren’t.” Jake just chuckled and shook his head, lightly shoving your shoulder before sitting down to put his boots on.

“Layla enjoying the summer so far?” You asked as you secured your belt.

He nodded, “Oh yeah, she is thriving. Spending a lot of time with her friends. She’s spending the night with Kira tonight and they will most likely be swimming all day.” You smiled and slipped your boots on, “That’s good.”

“Yeah, I just hope Kira’s mother remembers to put sunscreen on them,” he chuckled as he stood up, grabbing his radio to strap across his chest.

“Oh yeah, because it was her who forgot sunscreen on the beach day you took Layla on and called me because she didn’t have anything to soothe her,” you teased as you tied your laces.

“That was one time. And I didn’t forget, I ran out.”

“Yeah yeah, okay,” you laughed as you strapped your radio on as you both walked out.

He playfully shoved you, “You know wh-”

The bell sounded and you both shared a look before smiling at each other, “Let’s save some lives.”

You sighed as you sat down at the table, stretching a little.

“Did you enjoy your nap over there, L/N?” Bradley asked as he took a bite of the burger Captain Mitchell made for lunch. You nodded as you fixed your burger, “I did Bradshaw, I very much enjoyed my nap.”

“We thought so. You were snoring like a bear over there,” Jake teased as he passed you a bag of chips. “Oh ha ha, very funny.”

“It’s true you were, we considered moving you… but we wanted to live,” Mickey chuckled as sipped his drink.

You rolled your eyes, “You guys are so dramatic.”

Jake arched a brow, “Are we? Do you not remember when you slept on my couch and I woke you up? You gave me a black eye… with a pillow.”

“Hey now that was-”

You’re cut off by the bell. “Seriously, in the middle of 3 o’clock lunch?”

“House fire, let’s go!”

You watched Javy carry out the last member of the family.

“Okay that’s every-”

“Gracie! Where’s my baby?”

You turned and furrowed your brow but shook it off. “Where is she?” The mother shook her head, obviously very scattered and scared. “She-she-she was last in her bedroom, but the fire spread so fast… she could be anywhere.. Please, you have to save her.”

You nodded, “I will do my best ma’am.”

“Thank you… thank you…”

You just nodded again and put your mask on before going back into the burning house.

Jake looked up from helping lift the father onto a gurney just in time to see you run back in.

“Cap! What is she doing? That house is too unstable, why is she going in?!”

Jake was scared. He was scared that you were going into that house for something that wasn’t worth risking your life for. Scared that the moment you found whatever it was, the house would come down on top of you and you would be trapped until they could put the fire out.

And he was scared to find your body in the ashes.

But then he realized something.

You never went in unless it was something important. Sure, you got in the moment a lot and did something that wasn’t exactly the smartest, but your heart was always in the right place. You’re a good firefighter, he knew that.

He knew whatever you went back in that house for was worth it.

So, he followed you.

“Gracie! Gracie! It’s SDFD! My name is Y/N! I’m here to help!”

“I’m in here!” You looked over to see a closed door, but you can hear coughing and banging coming from behind it. “Please help! It’s getting really hard to breathe!”

You heard the cracking of wood from above you and you knew you had to act fast.

“Gracie, I need you to back away from the door! Can you do that?”

“Yeah!”

You nodded and waited for a second.

“Okay!”

You took a deep breath before ramming your shoulder into the door. Once. Twice. Three times. But the door wouldn’t budge. “Damn it! C’mon!” You lifted your foot up and kicked the door in.

You called out for the daughter before seeing her leaning against the wall near the door.

Immediately, you knelt in front of her. “Gracie, hey, can you hear me?” She weakly nodded, trying but failing to take a deep breath. “My sister…” She rasped out. “She was… was in the…”

You nodded, “We got her Gracie, Lainey is safe. So is your brother, your parents and Nala and Pietro.” You helped her up off the ground and supported her weight, “And you’re gonna be safe too.”

She nodded and walked with you as best she could, “Th-thank yo-you..” “No need to thank-”

The ceiling of the room collapsed, sending embers and flames towards you and Gracie. You immediately used your body to shield her, your turnout gear protecting you both from getting burnt.

“C’mon we gotta go!”

She nodded and you both moved faster towards the front of the house.

“Y/N?! Y/N?! Y/- Oh my god, what were you thinking?!” Jake shouted from down the hall, making his way toward you both.

“Fight me later! We need to get her out of this house!” You yelled back before you heard more cracking and snapping of wood.

Jake heard it too, extending his strides to reach you faster as panic filled him.

But as you closed the gap, the floor broke under your boot.

“Jake, take her!”

He closed the rest of the distance, “What happened?”

You looked down, “I’m stuck, take her and go!” He shook his head, "I'm not leaving you!” “Really?! We don’t have time to argue! I’ll be right behind you! Go!”

He went to argue but the hallway turned bright orange and he didn’t hesitate to pick Gracie up and run to the door.

You looked behind you, the ceiling of the hall collapsing like a wave from hell.

“Shit shit shit,” you muttered, trying to pull your leg from the floorboards.

Jake carried Gracie out, putting her on the gurney and letting Natasha and Bob take care of her.

He turned to you, “Okay, can we figh- Y/N?”

You weren’t behind him. You said you would be right behind him.

Dread filled his chest and he ran to the truck to get the halligan bar to help you in case you were stuck. You weren’t dying, he wasn’t about to let you die. Not now, not ever.

With the tool in hand, he’s running back into the house.

“Seresin! What the hell are you doing?!”

“Y/N is still in there!”

He doesn’t wait for a response from your captain before running back into the fire.

You strained trying to free your leg, which had fallen even further into the floor.

Tears stung your eyes. This couldn’t be happening. Not today. Not after everything else you've survived doing this job.

A fucking hole in the floor takes you out? That’s just cruel.

“Fuck!” You cursed, punching the floor.

You huffed and heaved, sobbing as you kept trying to push yourself up. But each attempt was weaker and more pathetic, your arms feeling like jelly.

The heat lapped at your back. The house collapsed around you. It was so hot you almost took off your turnout coat, but it was the only thing keeping the fire from eating you alive.

You had to get out… but you were so tired.

Your head hung between your shoulders and you sat back, waiting for the floor to collapse under your knee.

“Hey, chin up L/N. Your knight in shining turnout gear has arrived.”

You gasped at Jake’s voice and looked up at him. His mask covered his face but you knew he was smiling based on the creases at the corners of his eyes.

“Jake! Oh my-”

The ceiling falling behind you cut your sentence short.

“Jake, get me out of here!”

You have a new lease on life now. You have hope that you can make it out now.

He didn’t waste a second and hooked his arms under your armpits. He pulled up, grunting as he tried to free you.

You used your free leg to help him and used him as an anchor to push up.

“AAAGH!” You shouted as the broken wood scraped your leg as your thigh was freed. “Just a little more Y/N. You’re almost there.”

As more of your leg came loose, your boot got stuck. But you didn’t realize until you felt a pop behind your knee.

“Shit! I’m stuck! I’m stuck!”

Jake immediately adjusted his grip, “Stay calm! Stay calm, Y/N. Can you move your foot?” You tried before responding, “Yeah, yeah, my leg though… something popped…” He nodded, “That was probably your hamstring or your ACL. You’ll be okay. Can you free your foot?”

“I can try…” You gritted your teeth and wiggled your foot to get free. “Okay I think I got it.”

He nodded, “Okay on three… 1… 2… 3!” You pushed and he pulled, freeing you nearly instantly.

“Oh my God… oh my God…” You breathed out as you clung to him. He held you close, “I’ve got ya… I’ve got ya, Y/N.”

“Seresin! L/N! Get out of the house now!” Captain Mitchell came over the radio as the sound of fire and wood snapping filled your ears.

Jake immediately pulled you alongside him, with you dragging behind slightly with the pain in your leg.

As you neared the door, there was a creaking above you.

“Jake, leave me, run.”

“What? Hell no!” “Jake, I’m slowing you down. Just go!”

He stopped and turned to you, “I’m not just gonna-”

Before he could finish, the ceiling came down and you pushed him out of the way, taking the hot rubble so he didn’t have to.

Jake fell on ass as embers and ashes flew into his face.

Something bumped his knee and he looked down. “Oh no..”

It was your helmet. It must have fallen off when you took the hit for him.

He looked up and saw the pile of splintered wood, you underneath it. “Y/N!” He threw your helmet and ran to the debris.

He threw planks of wood to the side quickly, looking for your face or body.

“C’mon, c’mon!”

Finally, he saw the light of the flames reflect off the cracked shield of your oxygen mask.

“Y/N!” He checked your pulse. It was there but it was faint.

Jake was a little relieved but he knew if you stayed any longer, you would die.

He spoke into his radio, “This is Firefighter Seresin. We have a firefighter down! She is unconscious and her pulse is weak! I repeat, Firefighter L/N is trapped. She is unconscious with a weak pulse, requesting immediate assistance.”

As he waited for your fellow crew members to come in he tried to clear what he could, maybe clear just enough for you to get free.

“Jake, it’s too unstable. You-”

“I’m not leaving her!”

He felt something pat his shin and he looked down to see you take your mask off.

“No, no, firecracker, leave your mask on, you need it to breathe.”

“Jake… go…”

He shook his head and knelt beside you, “I’m not leaving. I’m gonna get you out of here.”

“It’s… not… it’s not safe,” your wheezed out sentence was punctuated by a dry cough. “Get out…”

You inhaled to talk again but you started coughing.

“Don’t talk. Put your damn mask back on,” Jake didn’t mean for his voice to crack but it did.

You shook your head, your tongue trying to wet your drying lips. “Layla… needs… her dad. Get out of here for her… There’s no sense in us both… dying…”

“Shut up, you’re not gonna die. Not today, not on my watch.”

You coughed and shook your head but he shook his right back.

“You’re not dying.”

“My chest,” you grimaced as you inhaled. “Is pinned… I won’t make it…”

He looked over and saw the beam. It wasn’t fully on your chest, but it was clearly heavy enough to have you pinned. “I can get you out, and you will make it.”

Jake went to one end and tried to lift it. His jaw clenched as his muscles strained with the effort. “Come on!” He shouted and practically screamed as he struggled to move the beam.

“Jake… stop…”

“I need help! Someone help me!”

“They’re not coming… not safe…” you gasped out at his feet.

He just huffed and turned back to the beam. “I’m getting you out of here! I can’t lose you!” He planted his feet and pulled with everything he had.

In his sudden adrenaline rush, he was able to lift the piece of wood. But now that he had it lifted, he didn’t know what to do.

Jake always knew what to do. He didn’t panic, but what he felt right now sure felt a hell of a lot like panic.

You couldn’t move yourself, you weren’t capable. He couldn’t put it back down, it might kill you, send your definitely broken ribs into your lungs - if they weren’t already there. He couldn’t just throw the beam to the side, the house would come down on both of you and his attempt would turn fatal.

The one time he wasn’t selfish, putting Layla first, it might kill him… Take out both of you and Layla would go back to Texas to live with his parents.

Jake was stuck. Nowhere to go, no idea where to put this beam. He just stood there, his legs shaking from the weight.

He hung his head, eyes closing to clear the tears and let them fall.

He looked at you, seeing you trying to stay awake and your chest moving with shallow breaths. He could hear the smoke’s effect on your throat and lungs. Smell the burnt ends of your hair over the burnt wood.

Jake took a breath and squatted a bit, ready to throw the beam, grab you and try his best to get you both out.

“Seresin! Seresin!”

He heard Bradley call out, followed by Javy as they ran in.

If he didn’t have copious amounts of adrenaline coursing through him or wasn’t holding a heavy ass beam – he would have collapsed in relief.

“We got the beam, get her out of here!”

Jake nodded and let Bradley and Javy take the beam’s weight.

As soon as the weight was gone, Jake was rushing to you.

He was quick to scoop you up, “See firecracker? Told you you would make it.” He smiled under his breathing apparatus before he realized you weren’t moving in his arms at all.

Looking down, his heart sank to his stomach, which churned and took his breath straight from his lungs.

Your eyes were closed and your head had fallen back. In the cradled position he had you in, he wasn’t sure if you were still breathing.

“No… no no no no no…”

Jake turned and ran out of the house, Javy and Bradley not far behind him.

The moment Jake was out of the burning home he was calling out for help.

“I need a backboard and a c-collar!”

Reuben and Mickey ran over immediately with the items he requested. “Give us a run down Jake,” Reuben said, speaking calmly, knowing that Jake couldn’t have questions yelled at him right now.

Jake laid you down on the orange board, ripping his helmet and mask off with his gloves and coat coming next.

He checked your pulse, “I’m not feeling a pulse!” He put his hand under your nose, “She’s not breathing!” He yanked the front of your coat open, “Starting compr-”

“Seresin!”

Jake stopped, allowing Mickey to place the c-collar on you to keep your spine stabilized and cutting your shirt to get the life-pack on you to monitor your heart rate.

Reuben looked Jake in the eye, “What happened?”

“The-the ceiling collapsed… she pushed me out of the way. She was talking just before Bradshaw and Machado ran in. I don’t know what happened.”

Jake threw out his answer before checking the life-pack’s screen, the flat line making his heart churn in his stomach.

He interlocked his hands and began compressions. He had to be the one to do it, he had to try. If he didn’t at least try, he would forever beat himself up.

Taking a deep breath he started compressions, watching the heart monitor move with his pushes.

“C’mon firecracker, c’mon!”

He hated the feeling of your rib cracking under him but he knew it was necessary to get your heart started again.

“29… 30!”

Mickey did two rescue breaths with the bag before Reuben started the AED.

“Clear!”

Jake's heart leapt as your chest jerked with the electricity.

They looked at the monitor, but saw no change. So Jake started his compressions again. “C’mon!” Jake was fighting back tears as he fought to keep you alive.

He did his 30 compressions before Mickey squeezed the bag.

All three looked at the monitor, Reuben’s fingers on your pulse point under the collar.

Reuben felt the slow thumping against his fingers as he saw it on the monitor. “I got a pulse! I got a pulse!”

Jake nearly collapsed on top of you in relief and exhaustion.

Javy pulled him back to let them lift you onto the gurney. “She’s in good hands Jake. You’ve done what you can.”

“I know,” Jake nodded and clung to his friend as he watched them put you in the ambulance and Bradley shut the doors before rounding to get in the driver’s seat.

“I just hope it was enough…”

thank you for joining me for this event! ❤ i hope you enjoyed this @cassiemitchell ! it was so much fun to write

let me know if you want to tagged in pt 2

#vinny's 400 #jake seresin x reader #prompt event #💌 we just got a letter #cassiemitchell<33 #controlled chaos squad #jake seresin fic #jake hangman seresin x reader #firefighter au #top gun maverick #top gun imagine #jake hangman seresin

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navybrat817 · 7 months

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#navybrat polls #steve rogers #ari levinson #jake jensen #curtis everett #lumberjack!steve rogers #motocross!ari levinson #motocross!jake jensen #firefighter!curtis everett #future fic

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gulliesforever · 4 months

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AU where Jake is a really bad firefighter, and one of his first calls is to deal with Amir, who is the town arsonist that no one wants to deal with because he's notorious for being difficult. Jake doesn't know this, and he thinks he's finally gotten a great assignment and it's his turn to be a hero. Little does he know the second Amir lays eyes on him, he's smitten - and dangerously so. Cue him starting fires as often as possible to try and get Jake on call so he can "rescue" him and get to know more about him.

#jamir #thoughts within thoughts #my art #gullieship #THEY ARE SOOOOOOOO.#i love HG era them so much look at them LOOK AT THEM LOOK AT THEM #jake firefighter is extremely real to me #ALSO I LOVE FLIRTY MIRRRR i am a sucker for him being a fucking flirt in the WORST situations #also i think unrelated popcorn fire is somehow an rvb joke but i can't remember the context #while i was drawing this i was laughing so that means its probably good #HAHA

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bellabrady · 2 years

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detective buckley made me imagine the 118 being called to a scene where the b99 gang is working (yes i'm aware they're in completely different cities, i'm choosing to ignore that) and buck sees jake doing detective work and immediately joins in and they immediately vibe and start bouncing the most insane theories off each other you've ever heard and having the time of their lives, while holt and bobby give each other a knowing look about their sons and eddie and amy are standing next to each other with their arms crossed and judging their partners for their immaturity but secretly finding it endearing as hell

#immature detective and firefighter and their brunette counterparts #and their captain dads #i'd watch that show #911 #911 fox #brooklyn nine nine #brooklyn 99 #jake peralta #amy santiago #peraltiago #raymond holt #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #bobby nash

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secretswiftymarvelfan · 8 months

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August Monthly Round-Up

This is your in case you missed it post! Below are all the fics I posted during the month of August!

Court of Public Opinion Chapter 3 - Andy Barber x Reader

Burnin’ Up Chapter 20 - Firefighter Chris AU

Burnin’ Up Epilogue - Firefighter Chris AU

Burnin’ Up Bonus Epilogue - Firefighter Chris AU

The Legend Of Zelda - Jake Jensen x Reader

See you in September!

#niamhwrites #CoPO #Burnin’ Up Series #Andy Barber #Andy Barber x Reader #firefighter!chris #chris evans #chris evans x reader #Jake Jensen #Jake Jensen x Reader

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indigostreaking · 1 year

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Hearts Aflame

Chapter two

(Chapter one) (Chapter three)

Firefighter!Danny x fem!reader

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: (briefly hints at the possibility of SA), smut ahead so minors DNI. Drinking, smoking, digital penetration, choking, penetrative sex, praise kink and breeding kink if you squint. I think that’s it, but if I missed any, please know I’m so sorry!

The knock on your front door startled you until you realized it was probably just Sam. He usually spent a good chunk of the summer volunteering at the non-profit rescue that you ran out of your home. "Come on in," you yelled as you continued cleaning one of the litter boxes in the cat room.

"Hey!" He replied before erupting into laughter as the most recent litter of puppies ran scrambling into the living room to greet him. "Hello babies! How are you?" You heard laughter and unintelligible baby talk. "Does anyone wanna go outside?" His voice pitched up an octave at the end, and you could hear how much fun he was having. "We'll be outside if you need us!" He announced in his normal voice before you heard the sliding glass of the back door opening and closing.

After quickly refilling the last litter box, you washed your hands and made your way outside to find Sam laying on his stomach in the grass with a swarm of puppies running around and over him. Laughter bubbled out of you causing him to turn and look at you with a smile. "Oh hey, y/n!" He managed to say despite one of the puppies licking his face incessantly.

"Hey, Sammy," you shook your head as you stifled your laughter. "You wouldn't wanna hep me bathe these little monsters would you?" His eyes lit up and he quickly pushed up into a sitting position, holding out his hand for you to pull him to his feet. "I’m assuming that's a yes?" You teased, holding out your hand.

"Whoa, what happened here?" He asked as he grabbed your wrist instead then pulled himself up with your assistance. He turned your hand over, inspecting the bandage that Danny had put on your injury that morning.

"Well...you remember when I went to get that kitten out of the tree?" You asked nervously. You suddenly felt embarrassed and had no clue why. Sam technically worked for you, but you had always thought of him as a friend more than anything else.

"Yeah," he replied quickly, but clearly confused.

"I slipped when I was coming back down and sliced my hand open pretty good." He narrowed his eyes at you, studying your face, your bandaged hand, and your words. "And a very handsome firefighter may have had to help me down.." you added reluctantly with a flush of embarrassment.

"Oh really?" Sam smiled wide as he let go of your hand and picked up a whining puppy. "Now explain the smell of cookies in your kitchen because you’ve never made me cookies!" He put his hand on his hip and raised an eyebrow at you. You glared back at him causing you both to giggle. The puppy he had cradled in his arm started to squirm, so the two of you began ushering the others inside and corralling them into the living room as their designated safe area. "No seriously, spill," Sam said as he carried the squirmy puppy into the bathroom.

"Alright alright!" You put your hands in the air and laughed. "You know how I am," you began as he placed the pup in the tub and began spraying him with water.

"Kind of an asshole?" He answered, laughing loudly at his own joke, causing you and the little, wet dog to jump.

You glared at Sam but decided to let it slide as you stroked the pup's head. You then poured a glob of shampoo on the little guy's back before continuing, "So I felt bad all week, and ended up baking some chocolate chip cookies to bring to the fire station.."

"Oh my god! Is this real? Y/n, miss I don't have time for a relationship has a crush?" He couldn't hold in his enthusiasm or laughter as he teased.

"Shut up," you huffed a laugh as you splashed him with soapy water. He acted as if he was going to turn the sprayer on you, and you threw your hands up again in defeat. "ANYWAYS," you shot him a look as you scooped the puppy up and wrapped him in a towel. "I took the cookies over there, and talked to him for a few minutes before they got a call," you finished with a shrug as Sam walked out to trade the clean puppy for a dirty one, careful to put the clean one in the play pen in the kitchen to dry fully.

"And?" He asked as he walked back in with a new pup.

The process repeated as you gushed over everything Danny. "And nothing really.. I don't know if anything will come from it or if I'll even see Danny again, but he's so handsome and kind and.." you trailed off with a quiet sigh as you dried off the last of the 5 puppies. You turned back to Sam only to see him grinning. "What?" You asked suspiciously.

"Oh nothing," the tone of his voice only made your suspicions grow, but you bit your tongue. The next few hours were fairly normal, cleaning up, caring for the animals, then cleaning up some more.

When Sam was getting ready to leave, he turned and said, "You should come to my party Saturday night. I'll text you the address," then left before you could respond. Stunned, you sat for a moment until your phone vibrated and lit up with a text from him.

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Sammy: Y/n, don't you dare bail on me! I hold grudges and I know where you live 😜

You: I know I know! I'll be there, calm down 🙄

You tossed your phone onto your bed as you stared at the clothes you had laid out. You had asked a million times to make sure it was casual, because you knew Sam had a tendency to leave out important details, but you still felt a little uneasy with your selection. The cropped charcoal colored shirt with white outlining of an angel and Led Zeppelin was definitely in your comfort zone, but the leopard print mini skirt with the slit up the right thigh was not. You toyed with the idea of wearing heels or your black docs, but you settled for the comfort of a pair of black high top converses.

Once you were dressed, your nerves really kicked in. You knew Sam was up to something, but couldn't quite put your finger on what. Before you could start to spiral over the anxiety building, you grabbed your keys and a red flannel in case it got cold later, then walked out your front door.

The gps said 10 minutes, but it didn't feel like long enough when you parked at the address provided. It was clearly a bachelor pad, and you shook your head at the ping pong table set up in the front yard with a crowd of people already around it. Sam was dancing on the porch, but he stopped when he saw you. "Y/n!" Your cheeks had to be bright red from the heat you felt as people turned to look at you. After quickly trotting up the stairs into Sam's arms, he whispered, "There's someone I want you to meet."

"I knew you were up to something," you playfully flicked the back of his neck as you followed him around the house and into the back yard.

"Me? Never," he turned back flashing you a toothy grin.

"You always," you replied with a laugh as you rounded the house and saw the small group of guys huddled around the fire. Nerves hit you once more, but you swallowed them and forced a smile.

"Yeah yeah," Sam laughed again. "Y/n, these are my brothers, Jake and Josh," he said motioning towards the two shorter men sitting on the right side of the fire. The first one, Jake, had long dark hair, a black button up shirt left fairly open, white linen pants, black loafers, and a black acoustic guitar in his lap. Josh had the same color hair but it was a mess of curls on top of his head, and he was wearing tight fitting khaki pants and a white long sleeve shirt with white vans. They both sported a bit of facial hair on their chins and upper lips, but Jake's felt more pirate like while Josh's almost felt Shakespearean.

After standing to greet you, Jake drawled, "It's lovely to meet you," in a slightly tipsy tone that made you smile as he took your hand and kissed your knuckles.

Josh practically shoved him out of the way bubbling with enthusiasm as he said, "Where has Prince Sam been hiding you?" So they're both flirts? You giggled and felt your cheeks blush.

"Sam volunteers at the non-profit animal rescue that I run," you explained with a nervous smile.

"Yeah, and I didn't invite her to meet you two," Sam said snarkily as he put his arm around your shoulder and lead you to the last guy of the group, who had been waiting patiently for an introduction.

Once you made it around the fire and could actually see his face, your heart did somersaults in your chest. "Hey, y/n," Danny said softly, with a nervous smile that matched your own.

"Danny, hi," you felt stupid suddenly, like your brain forgot how to form coherent thoughts let alone words. Sam laughed beside you, causing you to turn and look at him, utterly astonished. "I didn't know you two knew each other," you mused.

"Daniel is my roommate, so after hearing him talk nonstop about a mystery girl that spent her free time climbing trees to save kittens, I came to you, only to hear you gush over a handsome firefighter...so it wasn't hard to put two and two together," Sam laughed again as he let go of your shoulder and pushed you gently towards Danny. "You're both welcome," he teased before heading back to his brothers.

Danny somehow looked even more handsome in street clothes, almost vulnerable..especially with pink cheeks and a crooked grin. His black skinny jeans had a tear at the knee, the black Howlin Wolf shirt and dirty white vans had seen better days, but they all looked so good on him. You were in awe of his hair because with it being down, you could see just how curly it was. "How's your hand?" He asked nervously, glancing down at your injured hand.

"Much better now, actually," you held your palm up to show him the healing cut and he smiled before glancing over to the Kiszkas that were clearly watching the two of you. "Do you know where I can get a drink?" You asked quickly before you lost your nerve, hoping to get away from prying eyes.

"Sure, let me go get you one," he beamed at you proudly.

"Yeah, no...I'm coming with you. No offense, but I don't really know you.." you trailed off trying to be polite and firm. His cheeks flushed pink again.

"Oh, of course..sorry," he looked down at his feet and seemed genuinely sad, not that you had told him no..but just that you had to be worried about things like that. You followed him in the back door into the kitchen, and you were hit with the smell of marijuana smoke and the sound of laughter coming from the living room. Someone yelled your name so you scanned the room until your eyes landed on the face of an old friend. You turned back to Danny, trying to explain that you didn't want to bail on him. He leaned in and said, "Go ahead, I'll bring you a drink," pausing for a moment before shaking his head and walking towards the fridge and makeshift bar on the kitchen counter.

You watched for a moment before two hands landed on your shoulders, pulling your attention back to your old friend. "Y/n! What the hell are you doing here?" He boomed happily before pulling you into a hug.

"Sam invited me," you smiled as you embraced him. "Tyler, I haven't seen you since..high school?" Laughter bubbled out of the both of you as he released you. Tyler was your first real crush, but he pretty effectively friend zoned you, which made sense to you because of how nerdy and out of place you always felt compared to him and his jock friends.

"You look so good," he purred, letting his eyes roam down your legs and back up to your face. You rolled your eyes and playfully shoved his shoulder. He still looked pretty much the same: floppy brown hair, piercing blue eyes, a gray hoodie with some basketball team on it, a pair of light wash jeans and black nikes. "Come see the guys!" He put his arm around your shoulder and lead you to the couch, motioning for the guys to scoot over and make room.

After a few minutes, Danny walked over with two drinks in hand. He held out one for you before quickly pulling it back and taking a sip and smiling, as if he was proving it was safe. You accepted graciously and he mouthed "I'll be outside," as the group of people around you continued talking.

The night went on, and you hadn't seen Danny or Sam for more than a few minutes while they made fresh drinks. Jake wandered in at one point to grab an entire bottle of whiskey before retreating back to the fire.

Eventually, you found yourself being groped and pawed at by a very drunk Tyler. "Tyler, stop," you struggled to push him away as he kissed your neck and collar bone.

"Isn't this what you always wanted?" He crooned into your ear before nipping at your earlobe. He wasn't wrong. Had this happened a few years before, you would be loving it..but right now you felt icky and objectified.

"Please stop," your voice came out as more of a whine than a command and you hated yourself for it. He was leaning into you on the couch after shewing his friends away, and one of his hands ghosted down your thigh and began to dip under the hem of your skirt.

"She said stop," a stern voice came from behind you causing Tyler to pull away. He glared up at the man behind you, but he scooted away from you as his face fell. "You should go," the voice behind you said plainly and Tyler obeyed wordlessly. You couldn't believe you ever liked such a spineless creep. "I'm so sorry, y/n. I shouldn't have left you alone with him.." you turned to see Danny looking down at you with a mix of sadness and pride. You stood up and threw your arms around him, grateful for him and his timing.

"It's fine, I promise," you breathed in the smell of him, a combination of coconut shampoo, smoke from the fire and tequila. He smiled down at you weakly, clearly still concerned. "I just need a drink," you added with a laugh as he released you.

"I think we can do that," he replied softly as he smiled and followed you into his kitchen. You spent the next few hours chatting and drinking a lot. Danny kept you laughing and you felt yourself loosen up and relax around him.

Touches were stolen and eyes lingered, and you even caught yourself dancing to the music flowing through the house…until your grace—or lack there of—took over and you tripped. Your head grazed along the corner of the counter, and when you felt the blood starting to trickle down your face, you panicked.

“Oh fuck,” Danny mumbled before whisking you into the bathroom. “It’s gonna be okay, y/n..we’re just gonna get you cleaned up,” he continued calmly despite the glimmer of worry in his bright brown eyes. He shut the door behind you before carefully lifting you up onto the bathroom counter. He quickly began dabbing at the scrape with a damp washcloth before applying a small bandaid. “There, all better,” he said softly after placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. His eyes went wide and his cheeks flushed pink. “I don’t know why I did that,” he added in a rush of embarrassment that made you giggle.

“It’s okay,” you replied. “Thank you for taking care of me..again.” A smile spread across his face and you couldn’t help but mirror it as his eyes met yours. You slid down off the counter but your foot caught on the rug making you stumble, falling into Danny’s arms in a fit of nervous laughter.

“I guess you’ve fallen for me,” he teased as he bubbled with laughter. You wanted to say something snarky back, but your head emptied when you looked up to see how beautiful he looked with his head thrown back as he laughed so hard that his nose crinkled. His hands resting on your waist suddenly felt electric and your whole body buzzed with the energy.

Danny caught you staring, allowing your eyes to lock briefly before his eyes darted down to your lips as he licked his own. Your breath hitched as he leaned in slowly and cautiously. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you abruptly closed the distance, crashing your lips into his. He enveloped you completely, pulling you closer as your mouths moved together. “Danny,” you whispered into the kiss, trying to ask for more and he moaned in response, slipping his tongue between your lips.

“I love hearing you say my name,” he purred. You arched your back at his words, and his hand found your throat, squeezing gently as he backed you slowly into the wall.

You nipped at his lower lip playfully causing the corner of his mouth to curl into a smile. You let go once he snaked his other hand down your body, cupping your breast as he kissed you harder. You never did things like this. Ever. You had actually avoided all the places, all the apps, and all the men that somehow managed to ask you out in real life. You didn’t have time or the extra energy to devote to dating. Because of that, you always let your head get in the way, but this—this was nice.

You lifted the hem of his shirt, asking him to take it off before you let your hands roam his back down to his waist. He giggled as your hands ghosted across his tummy, finding his belt buckle below his happy trail. You tugged on the buckle, pulling him in, letting you feel him grow hard pressed against you.

Goosebumps rippled across your skin as he trailed his hand down your thigh, daring to inch closer and closer to where you wanted him most. You moaned into his kiss as his finger grazed across the fabric covering your dripping core. He mimicked your sigh as he pulled your panties to the side, swiping his index finger through your slick. You bit back a whimper as you felt him dip into your core and watched him try to hold in a moan.

Words failed you both as he started to curl and uncurl his finger, brushing against your front wall. His palm pressed against your clit as he worked you, and you couldn’t control the sounds pouring from your mouth. In a rush of desperation you pleaded for more, “please..I need..” You couldn’t finish your thoughts, but the smirk on Danny’s face told you he understood.

He pulled away so he could undo his belt and pants, letting them fall to his thighs as you wiggled free of your soaked panties. “Holy shit,” you sighed at the sight of him. He flashed you a crooked grin as he stepped closer, lifting one of your legs to rest on his hip as he kissed you again. He reached between you, lining himself up before slowly pressing into you. You moaned into the kiss before pushing your tongue past his lips, desperate for more of him. His hand found your throat again, gripping gently at first while he searched your eyes for permission. A subtle nod was all you could give him, but it was enough. His grip tightened as he squeezed your throat in the most delicious way.

When he picked up his pace, now slamming into you, you arched your back, lost entirely in the pleasure washing over you. Everything was a blur to you, all you knew was Danny—all you needed was Danny. When he released your throat, both of his hands found your hips, using the hold on you to pull you down onto him as he fucked into you. His lips trailed down your jaw, nibbling on the soft skin of your neck and leaving wet kisses and hickies across your collarbone.

“Please, Danny,” was all you could manage as you came undone, seeing stars as your body took over. You clenched around him while a stream of praises poured from your mouth. You were able to open your eyes just in time to see his roll back as he finished inside of you.

As you both came back down to earth, he held you there for a moment before mumbling, “fuck.” He forced a weak smile before gently letting your foot settle back on the ground. You were probably imagining it, but something felt different. He wordlessly pulled up his pants, grabbing his shirt, and quickly leaning in for a chaste kiss. All of a sudden, you were left alone and confused after watching him walk out the door.

Tag list: @kiszkakissess @wowkakashi @jake-kiszkas-smirk

#greta van fleet #danny wagner #hearts aflame #au fanfiction #jake kiszka #sam kiszka #josh kiszka #greta van smut #gvf smut #fanfic #gvf fanfiction #firefighter danny

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lovableapocalypse · 6 months

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went in the fire truck at a halloween event and all i could think about was a firefighter au 😭

#catch me in my writing era again #like firefighter bob #are you kidding #i need #tgm au #tgm fanfic #bradley bradshaw #jake seresin #bob floyd

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katnissgirlsmakedo · 5 days

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and the crazy thing is that in episode 6 when bode and jake had to scale that cliff to save eve and the patient before it was even a decision to be made that bode would go with him jake was already talking like he would. literally what if you were so entrenched in each others lives and had your own language together you could never forget the instinct to pull towards each other. lol.

#jake started forming that plan and manny was like hey if you need me lowering you down you can’t go alone!#and jake was like i know i can’t go alone if obviously have a partner 🙄#and manny was like buddy look around who tf is here other than my INMATE FIREFIGHTERS WHO ARENT TRAINED FOR THIS #and jake just looked to bode…. el oh el!!!!!!!!!!! i don’t even care.#i’m literally going to sleep. taking a major hit of this pillow and blankie. hitting the z’s. goodbye!!!!!

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sunlightmurdock · 9 months

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Sugar Daddy Jake taking you on his boat as a lil weekend getaway from life’s stresses..

Now, it’s important to note that this trip will be good for both of you. Jake keeps saying this. You need a break from life and Jake needs to see you laying naked in the sun. Which, is how you end up on his yacht in the south of France.

The boat isn’t chartered, Jake grew up around boats and knows exactly what he’s doing, so it’s just the two of you, far enough out from land that you can do whatever you want.

You were pleased to find that, as always, Jake has thought ten steps ahead of you when planning this trip. New clothes, although he hopes you won’t be needing them much, books, wine, food, movies. He has thought of everything that there is to think of.

Laying on the daybed, lounging on your stomach with your eyes closed and your cheek resting against the back of your palm, you’re well aware of Jake’s eyes on you. It’s late afternoon, when it’s just starting to cool down, and you’re planning on working up a bit of an appetite before dinner.

Jake’s sipping at his old fashioned with a book open, and poised ready to read, but abandoned for the past few minutes. You part your legs just a little, and he lets go of the book all together. From where he’s sitting, his got the perfect view of your naked core and that perfect ass.

His mouth goes dry as your hand moves from your side, you lift your hips just slightly and trail it along your middle, letting your middle finger find your clit. He takes a quick drink, then stands up. In the three short strides it takes him to reach you, you’ve worked yourself up enough to hit him with the sweetest little moan that has him flipping you onto your back like you’re featherlight to him.

“Mmm,” You sigh happily, blinking up at him through the afternoon sun, letting your fingers trail along your stomach, back down between your legs. His eyes follow the path they take, burning. “Hi, Jake.”

He wets his lip with his tongue as you roll your hips against your own fingers, starting to work yourself closer.

“Gettin’ started without me, sweetheart?” Jake asks you, resting his hands on your parted knees as he watches you touch yourself. You’re both aware of the straining tent in his swim shorts.

You shake your head sweetly up at him, using your free hand to grab at your breast, kneading the flesh, letting yourself moan once again. “Getting myself ready for you. Couldn’t wait any longer.”

Jake’s adam’s apple bobs as you sink two fingers into yourself at once, pulling them back coated and glistening, pressing them back in once again.

“It’s only been a couple of hours.” Jake reasons with you, palming a hand over his painfully hard cock without pulling it from his shorts.

“Too long.” You decide, squirming softly as you bring yourself closer and closer to your high. “I want you to fuck me every time you see me this trip.”

Jake’s lips quirk as he lets out a soft chuckle, planting one knee onto the wide daybed and leaning down between your knees, “Is that right?”

You whimper softly as he takes your wrist and removes your hand from between your legs, filling you with two of his own fingers instead. Jake watches your back arch as he curls them into you, wrapping his lips around your clit.

“Yeah,” You tell him, panting, squeezing your tits in your hands. “Can’t ever get enough of you. I need you all the time. I want you so bad, Daddy, please.”

Jake hums against your clit and makes you gasp, his fingers curling expertly in a way that makes your orgasm hit you all at once. You jolt against him, your moans filling his ears as he guides you through the high.

You moan against the fabric cushion as he turns you back onto your front and lifts your hips. You don’t even feel him take off his shorts, too dazed from your orgasm, before he’s lining his cock up at your core.

Jake loves to look at you. He watches, hand wrapped around the base of his cock as he guides it through your excitement, soaking the tip.

“I want you too, darlin’,” He hums, grabbing your ass with both hands and letting the soaked tip of his cock run between your cheeks. He leans down and kisses your shoulder softly. “All of you, all the time. I’ll fuck you every time you look at me, I swear, but tomorrow you’re letting me fuck this tight little ass.”

You whimper softly at the thought of how big he had felt stretching you out the first time, and how big he’ll feel again — but push back eagerly against him.

“Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, please, daddy.” You pant out.

You squeak as he sinks his length into your core, not stopping until his hips are flush against your backside. You revel in the groan of relief he lets out once he’s buried into you. Jake squeezes at your ass, starting to rock his hips slowly in and out. You’re a moaning mess immediately, trying to push back against him for more.

Jake grabs your arms and sits you up so that you’re resting against his thighs, still full of him, your back pressed to his chest. He turns his face into your neck, nipping at your already marked up skin, his hands coming around to grab at your tits.

You blink for a moment, facing forwards and seeing nothing but blue ocean, sun reflecting for miles. Feeling nothing but Jake’s breath on your neck, and his cock buried as deep as it can go. Your head spins, thinking of just how lucky you are.

#… do I make a sugar daddy jake series like my firefighter Bradley series??#bc I really want to make a sugar daddy jake blurb series #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #thots week!

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