Aw Honey Honey (18+)

A Jake “Hangman” Seresin one-shot based on the above prompt + “Does he not know that we’re together?” This is unedited and a little corny, but I think it turned out cute! Smut and fluff ahead! 18+ only. If you enjoyed it, please don't keep it to yourself :)

Title: Aw Honey Honey Jake Seresin isn’t sharing his Sugar. WC: 3085

To some people you were the cute girl who worked in the corporate office of community engagement on base at Miramar. To others, you were Lieutenant Commander Jake Seresin’s very serious, long-term girlfriend.

While you weren’t enlisted, you felt spoiled that you had an office on base, but weren’t tethered to quite the same rules and restrictions that your boyfriend, or his group of friends were obligated to abide by. Sure, you didn’t have free reign, but you often used your office as a hideout for your friends and colleagues during the day when they needed a place to relax for a few minutes.

Of course, there was work to do as well. You were in the thick of scheduling sailors and aviators alike to visit classrooms at elementary schools next week for Read Across America Day. Everyone got a class to visit from kindergarten through fifth grade, would read a Dr. Seuss book out loud, and then left a copy for each child to take home. It was one of your favorite days of the year.

“Knock, knock,” looking up from your computer, you saw Dean ‘Hooper’ Lennox, one of the newest aviators to join the elite fighter weapons school – or Top Gun.

“Hi Dean,” you smiled warmly, gesturing to the open seat across from you desk. “How ya doin’?”

“I’m good, how are you?” He asked, forgoing the chair and leaning against your desk.

“Happy it’s Friday,” you replied, leaning back in your chair and crossing one leg over the other, missing the way he glanced at your bare legs.

“Big plans this weekend?” he asked, reaching over flicking this finger across the top of your pen cup.

“I think some friends and I will hit The Hard Deck tonight,” you replied, opening up a desk drawer to pull out a Milky Way, breaking it in half and handing the other over to him. He grinned as he dropped it into his mouth as you enjoyed your treat as well.

“I’m sure we’ll end up there, too,” he added, eyes zeroing in on a thread of caramel on the corner of your mouth. “Maybe I can buy you a drink,” he reached down, running his thumb over your soft skin. You blushed with embarrassment; you must have looked ridiculous with candy on your face.

“Never say no to a free drink,” you laughed.

“Hey there,” you looked around Dean’s body to see Natasha’s head in your doorway.

“Hi Phee,” you grinned, “we’re having a candy break,” you explained.

“Love some sugar, huh Hooper?” Phoenix asked, “I think Rooster’s looking for you,” she added.

“See ya tonight,” Dean smiled, giving you a wink before disappearing from your office. Phoenix dropped into the chair opposite your desk.

“Milky Way or 100 Grand?” You asked, opening up your drawer.

“You know I want the Milky Way,” Phoenix replied with a flat look, opening her hand palm-up. You tossed one her way and she easily caught it, tearing it open. “Hooper visit you often?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah once and a while,” you shrugged.

“He always get right in your space like that?” She followed up.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged.

“I miss candy hour?” Jake asked, standing in the open door way.

“Hi babe,” you greeted, “candy hour is just starting,” you insisted, opening your drawer once again and fishing out a Baby Ruth bar.

“Thanks Sugar,” Jake said, walking over and kissing your cheek gently as he took the treat from you.

“You just missed Hooper,” Phoenix announced, giving her teammate a pointed look.

“Big loss,” Jake commented, not having a particular taste for the newbie.

“Yeah, he was getting some sugar from your Sugar,” Natasha added. You rolled your eyes with a laugh. Jake whipped around to look back at you, taking a bite out of his candy bar.

“Does he not know that we’re together?” He asked, his green eyes looking rather focused.

“Well it’s not like I introduce myself as Jake Seresin’s girlfriend,” you laughed, flipping your laptop back open.

“Well you could,” Jake said as if it was the obvious thing in the world.

“Phee, back me up here,” you said, looking for some female solidarity. Phoenix shrugged, planting her feet back on the ground and standing up.

“I don’t know, I think he wants to fuck you,” Phoenix said, “but I’ve got reports to file, so that’s my cue – see you all tonight.”

“Bye Phee,” you sighed, looking back up at Jake whose gaze had really focused back on you.

“Why does Phoenix think Hooper wants to fuck you?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Baby, he came in here to get some candy and asked me if I had any weekend plans,” you said plainly, standing up from your desk, “Phoenix is being ridiculous – besides, what do I care what Dean thinks?” You wound your arms around his waist, resting your chin on his chest. “I’ve got you,” You smiled, pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw.

Jake gave in, draping his arms down over your shoulders and hugging you against him.

“Is it the weekend yet?” He asked, lacing his hand up into your hair, giving it a gentle tug.

“Tonight will be fun,” you insisted. “But for now, back to work, Hangman,” you laughed, landing an open palm on his ass.

“I’m reporting you,” Jake frowned, leaning down to press a hot kiss to your mouth, “see you at home.” He gave your hair one more little tug before disappearing. Dropping back down to your desk, you glanced at the clock. The workday couldn’t end soon enough.

You beat Jake home that afternoon, immediately changing out of your work clothes and into a pair of Jake’s shorts and a tank top. You were throwing together a cheese quesadilla in the kitchen when you heard the front door open again.

“Sugar?” He called out, “where ya hidin’ baby?” he wandered into the kitchen, already unbuttoning his khaki shirt.

“Hi handsome,” you grinned, greeting him with a kiss. “Want a lil snack?” you asked, brandishing your spatula in the air.

“I got a lil snack right here,” he said, chasing your lips with a kiss.

“What time are we meeting everyone?” You asked, “do we have time for a quick shower?”

“Sugar, you know we always have time for a shower,” Jake grinned.

“Split this with me,” you commanded, transferring the quesadilla to a plate, the cheese gooey and hot. Carefully cutting it in half, Jake gladly let you feed him bite by bite.

“How about we go away next weekend?” Jake said, gladly chowing down on the snack you made.

“Where do you want to go, babe?” You reached up, swiping at the corner of Jake’s mouth with a napkin.

“Go up the coast, stay in Malibu for a couple days,” he said, “get a little tan.”

“I’m in,” you nodded. “Love seeing you in those little euro swim trunks,” you winked. Jake scoffed with a shake of his head, tossing his plate in the sink and taking your last bite.

“You have ten seconds to strip and get in the shower,” he pointed to the bathroom down the hall. When Jake meant business, he meant business, so you skedaddled through the house, losing your shorts and top along the way. He’d grab them anyway, Jake Seresin was an unbearable clean freak.

You’d just stepped into the stream of water when you felt Jake’s hands on your waist, shortly followed by his breath in our ear.

“Hi Sugar,” he whispered, holding back the shower curtain as he stepped in.

“Hi Jake,” you grinned, turning to face him, the hot water beating down on your back.

“You been a good girl today?” He asked, pushing your hair back from your face.

“Always are,” you insisted, giving him those big doe eyes he always loved.

“Don’t like you being sweet to Hooper,” He said, walking you back to press you against the shower wall. The tile was cold and he welcomed your arched gasp, pressing your body against his hips-first.

“Can’t help being nice, babe, it’s my nature,” you reminded, “seem to recall when you enjoyed me being so sweet to you.” You’d met Jake two years ago around this time, when he came barreling into your office about a community event, asking a favor for support, when he stuck around for some homemade caramels.

“Your sugar is just for me,” he said, fingers trailing down your stomach to your sex, swiping two fingers through your wet folds before bringing them up to his mouth. “My favorite,” he complimented. “Let’s see if you’re sweet everywhere.”

Your hands found purchase in his blonde hair as his lips traveled from your lips to your jaw to your neck. Sucking gently, you gasped as his teeth grazed your delicate skin.

It was all you could do to run your hands up and down his sculpted back, water cascascading across his muscles as he traveled around your neck and collarbone.

“Jake,” you whined gently, impatience thick in your throat.

“Come on, honey girl,” he hoisted you up, hands planted firmly on your ass as he forced your legs around his waist. When he slid his cock home, you sighed with relief. “There you are,” he huffed into your ear, “there’s my sweet girl,” he could feel his lungs expand in his chest.

“I gotta shampoo,” you reminded, eyes going cross for a moment as he stroked up into you. “Are you seriously thinking about shampoo right now?” Jake asked.

“No, baby,” you giggled at his affronted tone, but gasped as he doubled his efforts, hitting just the right spot inside of you relentlessly. “Jake,” you moaned.

“That’s better,” he grit out, legs shaking beneath him. He liked to think he was in fairly good shape, but the way your sex clenched around him had Jake second-guessing himself. “God you feel incredible, Sugar,” his brows knit in concentration.

Acclimated to the temperature of the tile against your back, you returned your hands to his hair, soothing the lines of his forehead from pure concentration.

“Fucking me so good,” you encouraged, head tilting back against the wall. “Always fuck me so good,” your hand gripped the back of Jake’s neck, fingertips stroking the fine hair there.

“Come on baby, give me that sugar,” he grunted, fingers returning to your clit, making you jump. Jake knew your body better than you, and he could tell, as your right heel dug into his lower back, that you were close. He pressed his forehead into your neck as he came, hips stuttering erratically, mindful to fuck you through his orgasm. With shaking hands, he swirled around your clit just right, shouting as you came, squeezing him in a way that caused black spots in his vision.

Jake, on unsteady legs, gently set you down, the shower filled with billows of steam.

Lazily looping your arms around his neck, he kissed you slowly, savoring the taste of your mouth.

“Lemme shampoo you,” you whispered, making him honk out a loud laugh.

“I swear you love your shampoo more than me,” He said, pressing a firm kiss to your lips.

“Baby, not more than you,” you murmured, “just as much.” A loud squeal ripped from your mouth as he slapped your ass.

Twenty minutes later, you were throwing a summery strapless maxi dress on, tying your hair back into a low bun.

“Babe?” You called for Jake, who was grabbing fresh clothes from the laundry room. He dutifully stepped into the bedroom, taking your necklace and clasping it around your neck wordlessly – a habit he was all too accustomed to. Appearing in the bathroom mirror, you frowned as you saw how red and splotchy your skin was from Jake’s ministrations, but applied minimal makeup nonetheless.

“Your boobs look good,” he commented, stepping behind you, hands cupping your breasts over your dress.

“Jake,” you laughed, “get out of the way or I’m going to get perfume on you,” you warned. He gave your breasts a quick squeeze before heading down the hall.

You still had twenty minutes or so until you needed to leave, so you’d grabbed the mail and sorted through a few items before picking up the living room and packing your purse for the night.

Jake busied himself in the office before Coyote text him that they were leaving quarters to hit the bar.

“Sugar, time to leave,” he instructed, pulling you from your pile of newspaper coupons. He held your hand as you stepped into your shoes, bringing you a little closer to his height.

You rode alongside him in he car, leaning into his side with an arm over your shoulder. You were grateful for the weekend and the chance to unwind. Planning for the reading event had taken a lot out of you this week and you were ready for the chance to decompress.

Upon arriving at The Hard Deck, Jake grasped your hand, leading you inside. It was already packed for the night, Fridays being the most popular time, and Jake spotted Coyote over near one end of the bar with Harvard and Fritz.

“Oh, there’s Tasha – I’ll meet you,” you assured, rocking up to your toes to peck Jake’s lips. “Buy me a beer?” You asked, already crossing the bar. Jake shook his head with a smile, knowing he’d get you anything you asked for.

“What the hell happened to you?” Natasha asked as a greeting. You looked back over you shoulder, wondering if she was talking to you.

“What?” You asked, brows furrowed, “me?”

“You look like you got fucking mauled,” she laughed sardonically, eyeing you up. Looking down, you could see the faintest yellow mark just below your collarbone. Grabbing Natasha’s phone, you flipped the camera to selfie-mode. Over the last half an hour, your red splotches had developed into yellow-green bruises all of your neck and collarbone. “What the fuck?” you laughed, rolling your eyes, “Jake.” You supplied as an answer. “It’s your fault actually,” you said pointedly, angling your body away from the bar.

“My fault?” Natasha asked, eyes wide.

“Yes! Jake got all in my business after you told him Hooper wants to fuck me,” you gave her a meaningful look.

“Well Hooper does want to fuck you,” she said plainly. “Here,” she grabbed her jean jacket off the high top next to her. “This will piss Jake off,” she grinned.

“I don’t really care what he thinks, I just look ridiculous,” you shrugged it on – letting it rest on your shoulders without looping your arms through the sleeves.

You and Natasha caught up for a bit longer, you leaning an elbow against the countertop.

After a good fifteen minutes, you noticed Hooper approaching from over Natasha’s shoulder, and you stood a little straighter.

“No drink in your hand?” He asked with a wide smile.

“Oh, her friend is getting her one,” Natasha smiled knowingly.

“Sure I can’t buy you one? I did offer,” he said, giving her a smile like butter wouldn’t melt. Maybe he was flirting with her after all.

“You’re sweet, but I’m all set,” you reassured.

“Can’t wait for the Read Across America event next week,” he said excitedly, a genuine smile reflecting in those blue eyes. You weren’t blind – Hooper was an attractive man - ocean eyes, fluffy dark brown hair and a chin cleft that harkened back to old Hollywood. He just wasn’t your Jake.

“Yeah, you been practicing your ABCs?” Natasha asked snarkily. You tossed her a look that screamed be nice!

“I’m glad! Not everyone jumps at the chance to entertain a class of 20 six-year olds,” you smiled.

“I’ve got a big family, lots of siblings – I also volunteer as Big Brother out of the San Diego chapter of Big Brothers Big Sisters,” he elaborated, watching the smile on your face grow.

“Yeah, you read to orphans, too?” Natasha asked, sipping her beer. You caught her eye, just to see her expression change and a feline grin take over her face.

“Hi there,” you could spot Jake’s voice anywhere. “Brought your favorite,” he said, setting a summer shandy down on the counter next to your elbow.

“Thanks Jake,” you smiled. “Dean was just telling us about how he volunteers at Big Brothers Big Sisters, isn’t that just the sweetest?” You asked, looking up and over your shoulder at him.

“The sweetest,” Jake grinned that cocky smirk that made you wonder what he was going to do next. “Sugar are you not sweatin’ in here with that jacket on?” He asked, gingerly taking the shoulder seams in his hands and dragging it off of your body, folding it in half and tossing it over the same chair it originally laid across.

There was no missing Hooper’s expression as he eyed up the gallery of color across your neck and décolletage.  

“Yeah, I um –” He watched, clearing his throat as Jake snaked his arms around your waist from behind, dropping a kiss down on your bare shoulder. “Started back at my old chapter in Kansas City, but transferred here… when I moved.” He finished lamely.

“That’s so kind of you, I wish I could do more philanthropically, but I get to fill that cup through work, so it’s a big bonus,” you smiled, Jake’s body pressed so tightly up against your back, there wasn’t room for even a piece of paper to slip between you. Natasha’s grin was downright wicked from behind the rim of her glass, the glint in her eyes absolutely entertained.

“She’s a real sweet girl,” Jake commented. “Sugar sweet,” he finished, squeezing your waist in hand.

“I think Tanker and Mad Dog are starting up a game of pool,” he said, eyes darting all around – “I’ll see you guys later, have a great night.” He practically left a cloud of smoke in his wake.

“Jacob Seresin,” you scolded, turning in your boyfriend’s grip. Natasha burst into laughter.

“Yes?” He asked, tipping his chin up to look down at you, that same cocky smirk on his face.

“You’re unbelievable you know that?” You asked.

“Better believe it,” he grinned.

“And what is all this?” You gestured to your colorful skin.

“I think it turned out quite well, wouldn’t you agree, Phoenix?” He asked.

“You’re a real piece of work, Bagman,” she shook her head, but smiled nonetheless.

“What am I going to do with you, huh?” You asked, leaning forward.

“You can start by giving me some sugar.”

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Lookism x Reader: Simps

G/N. Gun Park, Ryuhei Kuroda, Jake Kim. Just stupid and silly.

Goo calls Gun a simp.

He says it mocking and derisive as if it is something to be ashamed of.

Maybe it is. Gun doesn't know what a simp is. Goo opens his mouth and most of the time only shit comes out. Gun isn't about to ask and neither does he care.

"Wrapped around Y/N's finger," Goo sneers and that, Gun understands.

Maybe that's true too. He still aims a punch at the blonde's head.

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Leaning over Gun's shoulder, you peer at the search box and chuckle, "Simp? Why are you searching for simp?"

"I'm researching what it means."

"Huh." Your brows knit together, wondering how he came across the term, when this is the kind of person who likes to text in either simple emojis or full sentences and no inbetween, has no idea about pop culture references and terminologies, and you had to teach him what the eggplant emoji actually meant.

A lightbulb goes off.

A Cheshire cat smile creeps over your face, " Did Goo Kim call you a simp?"

Gun turns towards you, traces of annoyance on his face, "He did."

"Well, aren't you?"

He looks down at the definition of simp again, doesn't really understand why it's meant as an insult, when at the crux of it, for Gun, it's simply someone attentive and devoted to their partner.

Gun grumbles, but he supposes: Yes. For you, he is a simp.

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Kenta and Ryuhei are Executives.

Part of the exclusive club of Senior Management at Workers yet they both wait patiently in line at the coffee bar as their assistants (and yours) fidgets behind them.

"They're worried," Kenta murmurs in his native tongue.

"Why?" Ryuhei glances over and indeed all three appear concerned.

"That you think they can't do their jobs."

"It's just a coffee." Ryuhei shrugs, "Anyone can get a coffee."

"Exactly," Kenta wonders if he's being deliberately obtuse. "And it's expected that assistants get the coffee. They think they're doing something wrong because you're here."

"I know how Y/N likes their coffee."

"So does their assistant."

"I know precisely how Y/N likes their coffee."

Kenta sees the beginnings of a sulk, Ryuhei's bottom lip starting to jut out and the furrow of his brows, and sighs.

Ryuhei is being deliberately obtuse. It's not even a particularly adventurous order. Even Kenta knows how you like your coffee, having unfortunately been dragged here by his friend enough times. 

They both shuffle forwards.

"One large Americano. No sugar, no milk," Kenta demonstrates, rattling off your drink of choice to the barista. 

It's difficult to get wrong.

Ryuhei gasps dramatically at Kenta stealing his thunder, and receives an eye roll in return. Who cares about who places the order? Ryuhei is going to be the one that hand delivers the coffee anyway, then hang around you all afternoon being a nuisance.

"You're such a simp." Kenta complains.

Any hint of indignation disappears, and a wide cheerful grin spreads over the blonde’s face.

"I know!"

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For someone of Jake Kim's size, he can be surprisingly sleuthy.

He pokes his head into the room, where the majority of his inner circle sits, hears both his and your name being mentioned and his ears perk up.

Oh?

With quiet, measured movements, sneaks over to the table, and slides into the empty space between Jason and Jerry.

"-I can't believe he is such a simp!" Brad chuckles.

"He really is," Jason agrees.

Jake leans forward, "Who is?"

Lua rolls her eyes, "Jake!"

"Me?"

Hasn't this guy kept up with the conversation? "Yeah, obviously!" Lineman adds-

And then eyes widening in shock, recoils sharply. As does the rest of the table.

Jake?! When did?! How?! What?

An uncomfortable silence descends, festers, stretches taut-

Snaps, when Jake raises his eyebrows and asks the group, "I'm a simp, huh?"

Jerry, his ever loyal sword, speaks for the first time. "You are."

Jake considers it, thinks about himself, thinks about you and his eyes soften. He grins, toothy and lovestruck, "I am."

modern au atwow tweets ! p.2

- little neteyam x reader but mostly just goofy tweets

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If Lost Return to Jake

Summary: Jake is a simp. It says so on his shirt

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x GF!Reader

Warnings: mention of sex but nothing explicit

A/N: Got drop kicked HARD today (at least a Phoenix fic was born for later), went looking for comfort, and came across something I whipped up a few weeks ago based on a chat @glen-powells and I had about t-shirts Jake definitely owns. Could be better, but it made me smile

As soon as you get home, you change into leggings and a sweatshirt and curl up on your bed. You’re exhausted from a long week at work and planning your friend’s bachelorette party. You wish you’d told her bridal party only, but you adore her and it’s her special weekend so you’ll put in the extra work to wrangle fifteen women for a weekend in New Orleans. Five minutes, you tell yourself. You’ll start dinner in five minutes. But ten minutes later, you’re still curled up in the cozy nest of your comforter and after twenty minutes you start to wonder whether you can skip dinner altogether. Try again for breakfast in the morning.  

You’ve just resigned yourself to letting your stomach growl itself to sleep when you hear keys in the door, and Jake calls your name. You let him know that you’re in the bedroom. Your body aches, it’s so tired but just the sound of his voice has your heart rate stumbling over itself in excitement. Guess you’re cooking dinner after all. You bury a groan in your arm, but you’re already smiling. 

He’s still in uniform when he eases the door open. In uniform and holding a giant bouquet of your favorite flowers. Maybe you fell asleep. If you are, you’re already looking forward to seeing where this dream goes because those twinkling green eyes and dimples are really doing a number on you. 

Your brain catches up to the moment and you fly up. “Wait, what are the flowers for?” You can’t quite hide the pitch of panic in your voice that you’ve forgotten an important date. You have to put multiple alerts in your phone for anniversaries and birthdays and still sometimes they slip past you. 

“Oh, these?” He’s trying to sound off-handed, but he’s beaming at the excitement edging out your concern. “Just a pretty excuse to drop in on an absolutely stunning woman.” He lays them on the bed beside you because you’re already waiting for him on your knees. Jake runs his hands down your arms, his rough fingers skimming the sensitive undersides of your forearms and wrists as he lifts them around his shoulders and sidles closer. You’re practically nose to nose. “Also thought she might like something to eat,” he murmurs, lips brushing yours. “So I stopped and got her some dinner.”

“Such a simp,” you smile, still amused by his teenage cousin’s wry assessment of him after you met his family at Thanksgiving.   

He wraps his arms around you and pulls you flush to him. “And proud of it,” he brags before claiming your mouth. 

So when you’re scrolling through endless Etsy pages for your friend’s bachelorette party and come across a “Proud Simp” t-shirt, you giggle and immediately add it to your cart. You wrap it for him as beautifully as you wrap his birthday and Christmas gifts. You might be bad with dates, but you’re a wiz with some paper, ribbon, and a little tape. 

“What’s this for?” Jake asks when you go to his place to give it to him. You’re so excited to see his reaction that you nearly blurt it out. 

“Open it!” You rush him. 

But he notices how beautifully you’ve wrapped it and takes his time carefully trying to preserve your work, and it makes you want to shake him and kiss him all at once. 

You go all warm at the way his face lights up when he sees your inside joke in t-shirt form. Immediately, Jake strips off his black tee to put it on. But once you glimpse his muscled chest and the dark trail of hair from his pecs down into his low slung shorts, you decide he can also lose the shorts and everything under them for now. He’ll have plenty of time to wear your gift after he’s thoroughly thanked you for it. 

And thank you for it he does.

Jake wears it. A lot. At first you think it’s just around the house, but as he spends more and more time at your place you realize he wears it out too. To run errands, to football nights with his Dagger Squad buddies Rooster, Payback, and Fanboy despite their teasing, even to pick his cousin up from the airport when she comes to visit. 

Her latest assessment of him? “Please get help.”

You draw the line at him wearing it to his commanding officer’s cookout, which he pouts about until he’s distracted by your braless sundress with the spaghetti straps crossed in the back.

For Labor Day weekend, you fly to Texas to visit his family. He picks you up from the airport. When he gets out of the car to kiss you and load your bag into the trunk, you laugh at the t-shirt he’s wearing. It says ‘I’m Jake.” 

“Did you forget your name or something?” you ask, trying to figure out if he’s playing a prank on you. 

“You’ll see,” he promises, the lines around his eyes growing more prominent with his suppressed smile. 

There’s a tissue paper wrapped box on your seat when you get into the rental car. “This better not be a ring,” you blurt out, trying not to hyperventilate. It’s not that you don’t know at this point that you’re going to spend the rest of your life with him. But your younger brother just got engaged, and you know your future sister-in-law would feel overshadowed if you took that step just now.

Before he drives away from the curb, Jake gently cups your chin and runs his thumb over your bottom lip to calm you down. “Sweetheart, I’ll wait as long as you want me to pop the question.” One of his mischievous smiles flip flops your heart, and you close your eyes as he kisses the scowl of concern from between your eyebrows. “Personally, I think this is better than a ring though.” 

That statement warns you what’s to come, but you’re still not prepared when you lift a t-shirt from the box. 

“If lost, return to Jake,” you read. You mouth the words, trying to put together what it means until you realize it’s the same color as the shirt he’s wearing. 

You feel the blood drain from your face. “No.”

“No what?” he chuckles, taking his eyes from the road for a moment to check your expression. He laughs even harder at what must be a look of horror on your face. 

“I’m not wearing this, Jake. The people who wear these carry AARP cards and have those help I’ve fallen and can’t get up buttons. I’m not even old enough to have a geriatric pregnancy! And if lost? When do I get lost?” 

“When you drive with the gps on mute,” he answers a little too quickly. Your face lets him know he’s made a big mistake. He adds even faster, “But I’ll never make you unmute the GPS because this proud simp loves it when you need him.”

Flashing you his biggest, most you-know-you-love-me grin, he reaches across the console and takes your left hand. His thumb strokes the place on your finger where an engagement ring will one day rest before placing a quick, but lingering kiss there. “C’mon sweetheart,” he says quietly, but you can hear the sudden weight of emotion in his voice. “I promised to wait to ask you to marry me, so how else am I supposed to let you know that I’m never going anywhere before I leave?”

This man really knows how to wreck you. He’s in Texas to say goodbye to his parents before he deploys until March. After growing up with your dad’s deployments, you swore you wouldn’t fall in love with a Navy man, but Jake had other plans for you. “Wear it with me please?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you agree, too choked up to say more. You know from experience crying before a goodbye only makes it harder. There will be plenty of time later to let his gift catch your tears. 

You put on the shirt before you get to his parents’ house because you know it will make his family laugh and that’s what you want to remember later too, the laughter. 

Arm slung over your shoulder, in your paired “I’m Jake” and “If lost return to Jake” shirts, he takes you to his favorite ice cream shop. You both laugh at the judgmental looks the teens and even some people your age give you. His cousin, Danny, insists she’s too embarrassed to be seen with you two. 

You wear the shirt to see him off and again when he gets home. And as soon as you’ve flown into his arms and kissed every inch of his handsome face (you’ll save the rest of him for later), he sets you down so he can show you that he’s wearing his too. You notice his shirt is as faded as yours from going through the wash so many times.

Gathering up his seabag, he hooks an arm around your shoulders to hold you close as you walk to the car. “I’m thinking it’s about time we sealed this relationship with something a little more durable than cotton,” he says. “What do you think?”

“I’m tired of people asking me where’s Jake,” you agree. “So yes.”

ok engenelvrs3000 🥹

He saur cute even w those big biceps 🥺👁️👄👁️

My pookie 😽

This chapter had me GONE and I have THINGS to say rn💯🙏

Honestly if I saw a hot ghost looking guy covered in blood and holding a bloody axe just walking down the street I would've.....beat usain bolt (Im scared)

Mind if I have a seat?😍

Good god my vision is blurring im losing it

TAKE ME WITH YOUUUUUU AUGHHHH

Idk about yall but its that emotional unavailability that had me hooked fr fr😍

trying new things

summary: jake seresin has always been a flirt but when the pretty bartender is too innocent to catch his drift? well he might just have to go about this differently.

pairing: pilot!jake seresin x bartender!reader

word count: 1.2k words

warnings: afab reader, she/her pronouns, tooth-aching fluff, jake being putty in the readers hands! might be missing something soz

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jake seresin is a man who gets what he wants. a man that snaps his fingers and has everyone falling at his feet.

that being said, when he walked into the bar he expected to see penny working as usual. what he did not expect to see though, was the most beautiful woman he has ever laid eyes on working the bar instead.

it made him do a double take, maybe even caused havoc in his usually steady heartbeat, created sweat to bead on his palms.

he swallowed the spit building up in his mouth, letting a smirk grace his lips and doing his best at tucking his nerves into the back of his mind, and headed over to where you were stationed talking to an older regular.

when he got close enough he was able to hear the angelic sound of your laugh and he swears he would die every day if he had the chance of being the one to cause that sound. he finally rounded his way to the seat next to the older man and when your eyes slid over to him he swears everything slowed to a stop.

when your eyes finally met with his the smile that was gracing your lips fell slightly and everything went silent, all jake was focused on was the way your eyes slid over his face, taking him in.

he loved the feel of your eyes on him, loved the idea that all your attention was centered on him, he was practically buzzing when he saw your bottom lip find its home between your teeth.

the moment between you two came to an abrupt halt when a customer cleared their throat and your headed snapped to them, an apologetic look crossing your face.

“uhh- can i get another beer?” the man asks, and you blush a pretty red and nod.

“y-yes of course,” you stutter out, turning around and grabbing a beer and uncapping it, walking over and handing it to him.

he thanks you, pays, and walks away.

you turn around, with beautifully stained cheeks and look at him, plastering on an adorably awkward smile.

“err hello, what can i getcha tonight?” you go for casual and it brings a shit-eating grin to jakes face.

“well firstly, you can give me your name,” he says in a sultry tone.

you seem to brighten a little at this, “it’s y/n!” you say so sweetly it pulls at something in jakes heart. “now is there something i can get you to drink?” you ask, tilting your head to the side slightly.

jake rubs his chin and smiles, “oh i want something to drink alright,” he licks his lips and you smile, perking up.

“great! what would you like?” by the way you are smiling at him, jake can tell you are completely clueless as to what he was insinuating.

he bites the inside of his cheek.

“i’ll- uhh i’ll have a whiskey,” he finally manages, stumped how you didn’t understand what he was saying.

you nod your head and set a glass in front of him, leaning over and pouring him a shot of whiskey.

“would you like to start a tab?” you ask, looking him in the eyes. your eyes are probably the most mesmerizing thing he’s ever seen.

he shakes his head and smiles down at you.

“i’ll be here all night darling,” he winks at you and you nod your head, starting a tab up for him.

after a few more glasses of whiskey, jake is riding on a light buzz, both from the whiskey and the sweet smiles you are sending him.

he has gotten some information out of you as he has been sitting here. you just moved here, you were looking for a job and penny offered you one, your favorite color changes depending on the day (today it is green) (the color of jakes eyes but you don’t tell him that), and that you have a weird cousin, francis, that curls her dogs hair.

every word you say has jake absolutely enthralled with you.

that, and the fact that you are absolutely not picking up on jakes blatant flirting

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“you’re gorgeous when you smile,” jake looked at your lips, slowly looking back up at your eyes.

you smiled, “aww! thank you, your smile is pretty nice too!” you said.

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“if you don’t stop biting your lip i’m going to have to bite it for you,”

“oh my goodness! it’s such a bad habit of mine i need to quit!”

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“gosh i just love swimming in the ocean, it’s such a beautiful place to be!”

“i hear that if your naked you swim faster,”

“oh- well that does make sense!”

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it’s driving jake absolutely insane in the best way.

he has been trying every pickup line in the book and all you do is rebut it with a sweetly innocent response.

jake decides it’s time to pick it up a notch.

his idea of picking it up a notch being asking you out plain and simply. so when you dance around over to his side of the bar, instantly gravitating towards him like there is a magnet between you two, he sits up straighter and it is right on the tip of his tongue to ask you out, when you speak to him first.

“oh my gosh jake, the guy over there just told me the coolest thing ever! did you know that with seahorses it’s the male that gives birth to the babies?!” you ask him, wonderment in your eyes and he can’t help but just melt.

he clears his throat and shakes his head, “no, no i’ve never heard that. what a cool fact,” he smiles sweetly at you and you smile back, turning your focus on your other customers, telling them the same thing.

he watches you for the rest of the night, never finding the right moment to ask you out because you are always one step ahead and telling him these strangely adorable fun facts and he just can’t bring himself to change the subject when you seem so excited about the topic you guys are on.

he does actually end up staying for when you ring the bell for final drinks, and stays as everyone files out.

when you go over to speak to him about some other fun fact you learned tonight he cuts you off, not being able to hold it in any longer.

“-y/n will you please go out on a date with me?” he asks, chest nearly heaving due to how fast he rushed it out.

you clamp your mouth shut in shock for a couple seconds, taking in jakes face, which is red and completely vulnerable in showing you the way he feels.

your face breaks out into a grin, “well why didn’t you say so earlier? of course!” you say.

jake takes a second to go over all the ways he was basically asking you out, looks at you and your adorable smile, and figures that’s a story to tell you another time.

right now he just smiles and swaps numbers with you, telling you he will text you about the details of the date tomorrow when he isn’t buzzing from the alcohol and your addicting smiles (you blush at that), and goes home with sore cheeks, a brain full of crazy fun facts, and a heart full of beautiful smiles and mesmerizing eyes.

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me at the reader that i created. jake was really fighting for his life ong 🖐🏻😭

~taglist~

@love2write2626 @craftymoonchaos

omg whyyyyy do u always do this to us 😭😭😭 all the jake oneshots r so freaking good but still no part 2????? you're driving me insane fr im pulling all my hair out

my dude i swear im trying to finish at least one of them but then...

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Imagine Me & You

A Jake “Hangman” Seresin fic.

Jake stumbles across a woman on base that seems to enjoy the finer things in life... just like the future he’d like to build - with her in it.

A/N: Please make sure you read Chapter 5! I posted it very late the other night :)

Chapter 6: A Dream

Mia had finished the day's proceedings confident and ready to move forward, with three weeks until their next hearing. The day had gone in their favor and she was looking forward to covering off on all that had transpired with Lt. Gen. Bozek on Monday. For now, they had a short reprieve over the weekend to relax and regroup the next week. Stepping out of her office, she grinned like a maniac upon seeing Jake leaning against the passenger door of his Jeep Rubicon. Waking up beside Jake that morning was a dream. She knew he had already gotten up, gone for a run and showered before getting back in bed with her at 9 a.m.

"Morning, darlin," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple as she slowly stretched like a cat in the sun. "Great morning," she replied, tilting her head up to kiss the underside of his jaw gently. She slid her arm across his torso, resting her eyes for just a moment. "Are you really here?" She asked. "In the flesh," he squeezed his arm around her. "Want to hop in the shower and I'll put together something to eat?" He asked, to which she nodded. "Kiss me first," he demanded softly.

"I have morning breath," she blushed, hiding her face in his chest. "Kiss me," he said, nuzzling his face into the crown of her head, inhaling her scent.

"Jake, I have morning breath!" She said, laughing as he nipped at her side with his free hand. She bucked against him hard, dodging his hands as she giggled wildly. Maybe he didn't make it back from assignment after all - maybe this was heaven. Mia leapt up from bed, crossing the room and heading into the bathroom. Jake heard the water turn on and he grinned, getting out of bed before fixing the sheets and blankets. He had gone across the hall that morning after returning from the gym and brought over Mia's Nespresso machine.

That, and he fed Tiger, who was all too comfortable telling him it was time for his breakfast. Pulling out the bread, eggs, and a few avocados, he got to work putting together something to eat and coffee so she'd be ready for court that day. He had just heard the blow-dryer switch off as he set two plates down on her kitchen island, next to the flowers he picked up at the grocery store that morning. Mia appeared in the kitchen with dry hair, clean-faced and wearing an Indiana baseball shirt and matching shorts. "Cream or sugar?" Jake asked, setting both on the table. "Sugar," she padded toward him, squealing as he took her in his arms and dipped her in a kiss. "God you smell amazing," he said, pressing a series of firm kisses to her lips. "Thank you for breakfast," she smiled, reaching up and running her hands over the short hair on the back of his head. "Thanks for picking me up last night," he returned, reaching down and giving her butt a slap before pulling out a barstool for her to sit on. She smiled as she leaned forward to smell the bouquet on the island. "Want me to drop you on base today?" He asked, sitting next to her. He hooked his heel into the foot bar of the stool and dragged her chair closer to his. "Only if you want to," she said, taking a bite of her toast. "I want to be wherever you are," he replied casually, causing her heart to skip a beat. "You don't have to be on base today?" She asked. "I'm on leave - six weeks," he replied, peppering his eggs. "Six weeks?" She asked, surprised. "Wait -" she set her fork down. "Is Rooster okay?"  The worry in her eyes endeared him. "He's fine," Jake reassured. Not for lacking of trying. "A few of us are getting together tonight for a drink if you'd join us." "Good, I'll be there," Mia smiled, extending her leg to cross his lap. Jake was quick to rest his hand on her thigh. "I got an email from Dorothea's facility and she's going to cards tonight, so I'll drive out and meet her either Sunday or Tuesday," she explained, to which Jake nodded. "You ready for today?" He asked, brushing her hand down her silky hair. "Ready," she nodded. Now, she was padding down the office stairs in her little black flats, feeling ten feet tall. Jake would never tire of seeing her in her work clothes - a crisp white blouse buttoned within an inch of its life tucked into a sleek navy pencil skirt. Her little silk scarf floated around her neck and he knew her nude heels were carefully placed into her tote bag. "Counselor," he greeted, opening up her car door and holding out a hand to help her into the elevated car. She took her seat and set down her bags by her feet, turning to thank Jake through the open window as he gently closed the door. "Lieutenant Commander Seresin," The two looked over to see Lt. Gen. Bozek leaving the office as well, briefcase in hand. "Sir," Jake greeted. "You're off duty, right?" Bozek asked, eyeing the proximity between the aviator and his attorney. "Yes sir," Jake nodded. "Thought I'd use my newfound spare time to take one more thing off of Ms. Thomas' plate." He explained. "Deservedly so, she won the day," Lt. Gen. Bozek winked, giving Mia a warm feeling. She was working so hard and was grateful for the recognition. "You two have fun this weekend." "Bye, Buzz!" Mia waved. Jake tracked the Lieutenant General as he got in his car and drove off. "Where to?" He asked, both hands on the car door, fingers itching to touch her. Mia glanced at her tankard watch. "My place? Relax a little before meeting everyone?" She suggested, "I want to get out of these clothes." She added. Jake's throat bobbed, gripping the car. "Your wish is my command," he leaned forward, kissing her thoroughly. The drive back to her apartment seemed short, but maybe it was the way Jake's thumb rubbed across her knee for the duration of the ride. He carried her tote up to the apartment and she nearly swooned upon seeing her TV stand, along with her coffee table in her living room, and even more so, her bedframe set up in her bedroom. "Jake, you did so much," she said appreciatively, popping her head into the guest room to see the bed and nightstands set up in there as well. "Your sheets are in the dryer," he said, circling his arms around her waist. "It's too much," she said, looking up and over her shoulder at him. "No such thing," he said quietly, kissing her gently. "Did you get to relax at all today?" She asked, turning in his grasp and placing her hands on his chest. "I'm relaxing right now, with you," he insisted, goose bumps breaking out across his skin as she slid her hands up, over his shoulders and up his neck. It was hard to believe they were here and she was touching him like this after months of wishing for it. "And maybe I had some help earlier," he grinned, making her smile. "But I do think it's time for the counselor to relax as well," he said, running his hand down her body and scooping her up, her legs naturally wrapping around his waist. He carried her over to the couch, which he found to be a thousand times more comfortable than his own, and laid her down carefully, hand sliding up her body to slowly unbutton her white blouse. "You did mention wanting to get out of these clothes, right?" He asked, legs straddling hers, one knee planted in the cushions as he stood on the other. "Mm, please," she smiled, stretching her arms up as he rucked top shirt out of her skirt, taking his time to diligently undoing the buttons and employing a keen sense of patience. "Jesus Christ, Mia, you wear this to work?" He panted, her top revealing a deep burgundy lace bra beneath. "You should see the panties," she screamed out a laugh as his hands dove into her skirt, searching for the zipper. They were exquisite - and Jake could feel each neuron frying in his brain as he drank in the sight. "Hardly fair, wouldn't you agree?" Mia asked, untying the silk scarf around her neck as she eyed Jake in his chino shorts and plain white shirt. He was quick to remedy, peeling his shirt over his head and reaching for the button of his shorts. "No, let me," she insisted, replacing his hands with her own as she unbuttoned the shorts and dragged the zipper down, metal tooth by metal tooth. She looked up at the blonde as his white boxers immediately tented out in front of him. “What do you want me to say?” He grinned.

“I actually think you’re saying quite a bit,” she returned the smile, grateful as he leaned down to kiss her, her head boxed in by his arms. “Will you fit?” She asked innocently enough, referring to him joining her on the couch.

“Might be easiest with you on top,” he returned, quickly maneuvering himself below her on the couch as she straddled him once again. “You’re a dream, Mia,” he declared, his hands on her waist as he looked up at her.

“You’re the dream,” she countered, hips pressing down against his body.

“God, look at you, darlin,’” he groaned, short-circuiting as she reached down between the two of them, palming his cock – lining him up just where she needed it before she lowered herself down, trapping his length between her sex and his abs. “I’m –” Jake laughed in disbelief. “How are you real?” He asked, a heat breaking out across his forehead as Mia rocked her hips up and down his body.

She braced her hands on his chest, just near the seam of his shoulders. She loved these muscles that sat just to the sides of his neck. She wanted to dig her thumbs in and release every amount of tension in his body.

“God you feel so good,” she all but whined, reveling in the friction that stimulated her in a way that made her face turn beet read with heat. “Jake,” she moaned, her head tossed back and eyes screwed shut. Something about the thin panties and boxers between them made her chase her orgasm even harder, moving with serious intent.

Mia gasped in surprise as she felt Jake’s hands on her breasts.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured. “Take exactly what you need,” he sucked in a breath through his teeth. “Been dreaming about this for months,” he said, running a thumb over her nipple, satisfaction humming through him as he felt it pebble up beneath his touch.

Mia could feel it, the tingles in the soles of her feet and the heat on the back of her knees. She reached down, gently rolling his sac in her hand, making Jake jump.

“Fuck, Mia, I’m gonna cum if you do that again,” he warned.

“Good,” she panted, a hand running down from his chest to his stomach.

“Come on, baby, let go,” Jake encouraged, “come on sweet girl.”

“Jake,” she whimpered, chasing her orgasm down with a vengeance. Jake was just glad to be included.

She watched as he shot off, his orgasm spending all over his stomach, which sent her over the edge. He held her through her orgasm, feeling her body twitching beneath his hands as she jerked softly. Jake watched as she slumped back, suddenly boneless as her head lulled to the side.

He watched intently as she gathered herself and he prayed to whatever God let him live in this exact moment. Her blissed out expression, hair mussed and falling in her face, breasts spilling out of her lace bra. If he died right now, he’d be a happy man.

“Messy boy,” she whispered, fingertips lightly dragging across his stomach.

“Think you can sort me out in the shower?” He asked pushing her hair out of her face.

“If I must,” she sighed airily, giggling as he squeezed her sides again.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Roo!" Mia hurried over to Bradley to wrap him up in a big hug, which he gladly received, squeezing her tight and rocking them back and forth. "How are you?" She asked, worry in her eyes as she glanced up at him through the filter of his moustache. Bradley was warmed by her concern. "I'm good, Mia baby," he grinned, her hands holding his face. "You both need some moisturizer where your helmet sits," she said with finality - "I'll bring some by," she added. "Both of us, huh?" He asked, a grin creeping up on his face. He looked over to where Jake was at the bar, speaking with Penny, a beer in one hand and a French 75 in the other. "Yes, both of you," she pat his cheek for emphasis. "Will you rub mine in?" He asked, mischief swirling in his eyes. "Don't push it, Roo," she laughed. "I'm glad you're okay," she said sincerely, "it's not the same here without you." "Thanks, Mia," he said sincerely, giving her another tight squeeze. "Hands off, Bradshaw," Jake's voice said, a tone that Bradley knew as a joke. "What? These hands?" Rooster asked, rubbing them all over Mia's shoulders and back, making her tip her head back in a laugh. "Or were there other hands you wanted off of her?" He asked, cupping her face. "Shithead," Jake rolled his eyes, skin prickling as Rooster's hand snuck down and squeezed Mia's ass. Mia, laughing like the day would end, burst into a new peal of giggles. "I'm gonna rip that sad excuse for a moustache right off, Bradshaw," Jake threatened. "You're just jealous you can't grow your own!" Rooster accused, Mia flitting between them to take her cocktail. "Thank you," she smiled, demurely, taking a sip. "What's that?" He asked, knowing full well they both heard her. Instead of repeating herself, she rocked up on her toes, as high as her white sneakers would allow, and he met her the rest of the way, slanting his mouth over hers in a kiss that left no room for questions. "I see how it is," Rooster sighed, "come on, Mia, I need a 'welcome home' kiss, too," he said, opening his arms. "Rooster," Mia laughed as he advanced toward her. "Come on, Mia! Come feel the tickle of this lip sweater!" He said, chasing her across the bar toward the pool tables. "Finally," Jake turned to see Bobbi sipping a beer a few seats behind him. Jake wandered over, clinking his glass against hers before setting off to free Mia from Rooster's torment. The party at The Hard Deck was definitely one of celebration. Mia didn't know the details, but she knew the last five weeks away was hard for her, but much longer and harder for those who were gone. She looked around and some of the faces that were celebrating just seemed so young, and it made her anxious to think of their parents and loved ones. The same young kids Jack was partying with a few weeks ago were off doing things that were putting their lives in jeopardy. She didn't know how they did it. The part went on into the night and the next time Mia glanced at the time, it was nearly one in the morning. "Roo, babe, how are you getting home?" Mia asked, having indulged a little more than she planned, and thankful that Jake redirected her from wearing heels that night. "We'll get him to a bed somewhere," Tina said, "he can crash on the couch right next to that one," she pointed across way to Bob, who was in animated conversation with two other aviators she had yet to meet. "Tina you spoil me!" Rooster cheered, making the brunette laugh with a roll of her eyes. Mia drained the last of her cocktail, setting the glass on a nearby table. "Hangman, take me home," she declared, looking up and over her shoulder where he had been hovering for a majority of the night. "Yeah, Hangman, take her home!" Rooster crowed, setting the bar alight with whoops and cheers. Mia flushed bright red as Jake reached down, taking her hand in his own and leading her gently from the bar. "Get 'em, Mia!" Tina called. The blonde waved off her friend, setting off a new round of cheers from the onlookers. "Up you go," Jake said, opening up the passenger door of his Jeep and holding her hand as she stepped up into the car. "Such a gentleman," she sighed happily, "remind me to thank your mother." "I'll remind you," he said, kissing her again after buckling her seatbelt. "Do you wanna stay over again?" Mia asked as Jake settled in the driver's seat, buckling as well. "I'm not going anywhere till you ask me," he replied, reaching over and cupping her jaw, his thumb running across her lower lip. "I'm not going to ask you," she countered, her eyes showing her honesty.

Jay: How was the honeymoon?

Heeseung: Jake got drunk and tried to destroy our marriage certificate.

Heeseung: He said "good luck trying to return me without the receipt".

Heeseung: I love him.

man stole the entire chapter with just six panels 😩✨️

jake in a hoodie is giving "sneaking out late, tapping on your window" AAAAA IM SO GIDDY RN 😭

pwetty pwease

Open letter to the Avatar (TWOW) fandom:

Hello! Media literacy is free, please utilize it.

Thank you!

I have a request for Neteyam, another na’vi(from wherever) is flirting with Neteyam and isn’t doing anything to stop it and Na’vi!reader notices and gets angry and she confronts him and it turns into her riding him, sucking him of, just overall teasing him while he begs for her

🦇 ˖ ࣪⊹ —— JEALOUS, JEALOUS,

JEALOUS GIRL

ᥫ᭡ content warnings : aged up!neteyam x mean!dom reader smut , soft!sub Neteyam , dirty talk , clit play , Neteyam sucking reader's tiddies , neteyam is pussy whipped ( lol same )

a/n : this is short and boring and i hate it but yolo. Anyways happy Valentine's Day and happy birthday to me slayslay i turned 18 damn. anyways , who will be my valentine cause im finna single asf

it was never your plan to have your mate on his knees begging for you to forgive him and let him cum, but you surely didn't mind.

It started when you came back from your hunt,seeing another girl went to Neteyam, all giggling and twirling her hair while touching her shoulder with his.

You tried to ignore it, clearly trusting your mate's loyalty to you. Your piercing gaze burning holes into the head of the young Na'vi girl flirting with Neteyam.

The grasp on your bow tightened,your fists starting to hurt and your sharp jaw clenching. Stomping towards them you turned your head at the girl, hissing towards her in anger and scaring her off as you pulled your mate's sensitive tail in annoyance.

Whining, he grasped your hand while mumbling a few "sorry" s to try and get you to calm down, but yet, your yellow eyes still seemed to have a storm in them. Anger and jealousy was spreading all over your body as you dragged Neteyam deep into the forest so no one could hear what you were about to do to him.

Demanding him to sit down, and he immediately obeyed. You shook your head in disappointment.

"Why would you do that you skwang?" You said sternly while looking down at him, your gaze making him feel small next to you.

You were just a warrior, a hunter. He was the next Oleyktan, but yet, he felt tiny next to your strong warrior body towering over his.

"M sorry miss, i won't do it again im so sorry" He said looking down shamefully before he felt you pulling his tail again, making him whine once again.

You quickly smirked because putting your lips against his own in a hurried, messy kiss. Your hands going all over his body,before forcing him to look at you.

Sitting on his lap with your thighs on each side of his legs while sucking his neck and getting close to his ear to whisper. "If I can't have you baby no one else in this world can"

As soon as you said that he felt sparks in his stomach, his whole body tingling. His hands dropping to hold your waist and grind you down on him.

Your hands were around his neck like a necklace that showed everyone that you belonged to him and his lips were red and swollen.

"you haven't been a good boy for me baby, think bad boys don't deserve a treat, right?" your mouth dripping with venom as you started at his pretty eyes that were slowly filling with tears. "I'm so sorry ma'am, I'll be a good boy please, please touch me" and so you did.

Here you were, riding Neteyam with such anger but desperation that you were scared you'll break this poor boy's whole body. Moans escaping from your mouth while Neteyam's mouth was latched around your nipples, sucking and licking until they were beet red.

You took his face into your hands, just admiring him until you felt him hammering his hips up into you, hitting every spot that needed to be hit as you grinded your hips, taking him deeper in.

"Ma Y/n,oh my Eywa please" he begged. He didn't know what for,but he knew he needed to release.

Your warm walls sucking him in, inviting him with love. Clenching around him at his words, you felt close and he knew that.

His thumb went down to rub your clit as you bounced on his cock faster and faster, searching for your release.

He begged and begged for your cum, he needed to have you dripping down his cock.

"fuck-M gonna cum on you cock hm? will milk your pretty cock with my cum, you ready angel?" nodding and mumbling, Neteyam felt you dripping down his cock.

rutting his hips into you to get you down from your high but also wanting to release too, he begged for you to forgive him and let him fuck his cum into you.

nodding and giving him the green flag, you smirked feeling him fill you up to the brim, his cum mixing with yours and oozing out of your pussy.

getting off top of him and taking him into your arms while caressing his hair as he felt at peace finally knowing you were no longer mad at him.

"I love you" Neteyam said, his sentence cutting the thick tension like a knife cuts a cake. Silence filled the forest, before you giggled and smiled at his words.

"i love you too Ma Neteyam"