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imyourbratzdoll · 9 months

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𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒅

🍓the strawberry shack masterlist🍓

summary - jake finally got time off work, and desperately needing some release, he decides to test out the strawberry shack.

warning - smut, gloryhole, swearing, slightly sub jake, creampie

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Jake headed inside The Strawberry Shack, feeling slightly nervous and giddy. He desperately needed a release, and he hadn’t even been able to touch himself because of how complicated, tiring and busy the mission had been. He had heard many good things about this place, knowing the women were well looked after and treated right. Jake decided to give it a go, dressing in comfortable pants and a band t-shirt, his hair spiked and glasses perched on his nose.

He walks toward the woman at the counter, giving her a small smile. “Hi, I uh…” Jake turns pink, clearing his throat, not exactly knowing what he wants. The woman before him smiles, telling him where to go and how much. Jake hands the money over. “Thank you!” He blushes as he walks past her, heading down the hall and into the room. He chokes on his saliva, staring wide-eyed at the many holes and women. He didn’t know where to go or who to go to.

Jake looked around until he settled on you, noticing how his cock twitched as his gaze landed on your plump arse. You looked like a peach, a delicious juicy peach from where he was standing. Jake begins to head in your direction, practically drooling and nearly tripping as Jake continues to stare, not taking his eyes off you. He whispers gently before touching you, not wanting to startle you. “Hey, peach. I uh, this is my first time at one of these places, and I want to make sure it’s okay to touch you…” He pouts down at you, unable to stop his cock from twitching.

You giggle, feeling your heart warm as he asks. You wiggle your arse, pushing it back against his clothed cock. “Yeah, sugar. You can touch. I’m all yours for however long you need me.” You release a breath as he skims your plump cheeks with his hands before moving them to the front of his pants, unzipping them and pulling out his hardened cock. Jake’s hand moves up and down as he strokes himself, swiping his tip against your soft folds. “You’re doing so good for your first time… Such a big boy.”

Jake whimpers, feeling his eyes slip closed as he places his swollen tip against your entrance and pushes in, grunting at how tight you feel around him. “J–Jesus… You’re so tight.” He groans, thrusting his hips and gripping yours. He’s never felt someone so tight and warm before. It was like Jake had entered heaven. He couldn’t stop the moment he slid into you, slamming his cock harder and faster into your soft cunt. “I–I can’t stop… It feels too good!” He cries out, one hand moving from your hip and slamming against the wall. Jake can feel your walls pulsating around him, making his eyes roll to the back of his head.

Your hands curl into the pillow beneath you, burying your face into the softness as Jake slams harder into you. You couldn’t believe you had been getting every man who knew how to bring pleasure. Your cunt throbbed at the thought, causing Jake behind you to whimper and fuck deeper into you. His mushroom tip slams into your sweet spot, causing your toes to curl and your eyes to roll to the back of your head. “O–oh, feels amazing…” You manage to moan out, feeling your end near as he continues to thrust into your g-spot.

Jake feels the sweat building and his balls tightening, but he doesn’t want to cum until you do. He holds back, gritting his teeth and moving his hand underneath you, locating your swollen clit and rolling it between his fingers. “Mmm…” He groans as your walls flutter around him, sagging into the bed as your juices flow out of you and all over Jake and the floor. He begins to thrust harder, shuddering when his orgasm hits and his balls empty, burying his cock deep into you and filling you with his cum.

You sigh dreamily, eyes fluttering as he pulls out of you and groans. Jake’s eyes lock onto your cum-filled cunt, watching it leak out, dripping down your legs and onto the ground. He gently tucks his softened cock back into his pants while he catches his breath and cools down his heated cheeks. “T–thank you…” Jake shyly replies, still not as confident. “You felt… Fantastic.” He blushes again before slowly walking off with a soft goodbye and a promise to return.

You lie there, wondering what man you will get next.

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buckymorelikefuckme · 15 days

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a helping hand

jake jensen x fem reader

words: 3.7k

warnings: **18+ ONLY** friends to lovers, handjob, fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex (don't do that), jake has a big dick, my lame attempts at humor. please let me know if i missed anything!

a/n: SURPRISE!! this is honestly so silly. and filthy. i wrote it in a frenzy last night after the idea randomly came to me. keep in mind it's all based off the vague info i have about him. i probably took a lot of liberties. it wasn't planned for my first jakey fic to be this, but oh well lmao! any and all mistakes are my own. feedback is encouraged and greatly appreciated :) xo

With an exaggerated, put-upon sigh, you gesture vaguely at Jake to stand and say, “Alright, let me see it.”

“What?” Jake asks, brows furrowed so deeply you worry he’ll get a migraine.

“You’re being awfully dramatic about this, so I need to see what all the fuss is about,” you calmly explain, though still skeptical.

Jake had showed up at your apartment with a look of pure despair, ranting about how yet another hookup went south when they took their clothes off and his would-be partner saw his cock for the first time. Said they almost begged him to leave and take his monster with him.

Surely his dick can’t be that big, right?

Jake hesitates, watching you warily as he contemplates, but then he sighs heavily and he rises to his feet, grumbling as he unbuttons and lowers the zip on his jeans. His thumbs curl under the waistband of both the jeans and his underwear before he unceremoniously shoves them down to mid-thigh. And then there’s only silence that follows.

You blink. You stare. You blink again.

Jake shifts his weight on his feet, settling his hands on his hips awkwardly.

Finally, you find your voice.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” you wheeze, your voice tight and airy as you struggle to remember how to inhale.

Jake groans, covering his face mournfully. “I told you!” he wails. “It’s too big! And I know, I know—boohoo woe is me I have a big dick—but listen, this is literally a big fucking problem. I’m going crazy here. It’s just not the same with only my hands!”

Probably because not even both of your hands can cover your gigantic fucking penis, you think to yourself, but thankfully, do not say aloud. And, alright, maybe you’re exaggerating just a little, but Jake is still easily the biggest you’ve ever seen. Like, leaps and bounds bigger. The length of it isn't overly scary or anything, it's just… thick, and veiny, has the slightest curve to it.

And the thing is, you really shouldn’t be so surprised. In general, Jake himself is… big. He’s tall, and broad, and his hands are works of fucking art with his long fingers and wide palms, and his thighs—Jesus, fuck, his thighs. They deserve sonnets alone, just for how sculpted and muscled they are. Even Jake’s pecs are big. And you’re normally not a tit person, but Jake’s? You’ve cupped and squeezed and fondled them probably too many times to be appropriate.

The point is, though, that Jake is fucking hot. You have always thought so, in an offhand kind of way, like, a passing observation. Jake is also sweet and attentive, always periodically checking in on each person in his friend group, always willing to offer advice or a listening ear. He’s incredibly smart while also endearingly dumb about so much. He never asks for help with anything because he doesn’t want to be a burden, no matter how many times he’s told he could never be. So you’re pretty sure that Jake has used up all of his courage and vulnerability by coming to you with his problem. And you are flummoxed as to why he chose you, but you will not let this opportunity pass you by.

“Jake,” you start after a slight pause, “I have lube, patience, and willpower.”

And Jake says, “Huh?”

Which is fair, to be honest.

“Can you, um, put your dick away so I can think properly?” you ask after delicately clearing your throat.

Jake flushes and hastily obeys before taking his spot on the couch again.

You shift to face him fully, taking in his pink cheeks and inability to meet your gaze, and you feel bad for being so blunt, for speaking before thinking.

“Sorry,” you apologize, “I just wasn't… You know.” You wave your hand around in a way that you hope says, I wasn't expecting you to have the most perfect cock I've ever seen, when your mind blanks on how to continue.

Then again, maybe it's a good thing you couldn't figure out a way to say that verbally.

You clear your throat again. “What I was trying to say is that, um, maybe I could help you?”

Jake tilts his head. “Help me?” he repeats.

“Yeah, you know, like,” you say, licking your lips, “I could lend a hand. So to speak.”

It only takes a split second for him to understand what you're saying. His eyes widen, round like saucers behind his glasses, ears now burning a bright red as he sputters.

“What? You're offering to—no, that's. No, you're not—this isn't what I—fuck, I think I’m gonna pass out,” he stammers breathlessly, and honestly, he is starting to look a bit lightheaded. He shakes himself, closing his eyes, then takes in a deep breath and releases it slowly.

You quietly wait for him to gather himself, almost wishing you hadn't said anything. Almost, but not really, not enough to try to take it back.

Finally, he blinks his eyes open and turns to you. “I didn't come here expecting you to–to help me with my… problem.”

“Jakey,” you say on an exhale, smiling. “I know that. I offered because I wanted to.”

“But why?” he questions, bewildered.

You purse your lips, glancing up at the ceiling as you think about your response carefully this time. “Because you're one of my best friends, and you're hurting, in a way. I know it's not like, the worst thing in the world to just get off with your own hands, but I feel like getting shot down at the last minute every time you go to have sex can't be good for you mentally, either.”

Jake shifts his gaze to his lap then, mouth twisting into something disappointed, and that just confirms what you've said. He's started taking this to heart, beating himself up over something entirely out of his control. Sure, you wanna get your hands, mouth, and everything else on his dick, but a guy like Jake deserves to be brought to orgasm by someone else.

“Think of it as a favor,” you try, quietly, nudging his arm.

Swallowing roughly, he meets your eyes, searching. “Are you sure?” he asks after a long pause.

You reach out and grab his hand, twining your fingers with his. “I’m sure.” When he still hesitates, you squeeze his hand lightly. “You can say no, Jake.”

“No.” You start to pull away, and then he shakes his head quickly, holding on to you tighter. “No, I mean—I don't want to say no. I'm just. I'm a little nervous.”

His confession breaks your heart a little more. On the surface, this problem isn't all that serious, but underneath it all, Jake is craving connection. You’ll make sure he leaves your apartment more than satisfied.

“If at any point, for any reason, you want to stop then we’ll stop,” you promise.

He finally smiles, small and lopsided, and nods in agreement. You stand up, tugging him to rise with you and struggling to lift all that muscle mass.

“Come on,” you instruct, “let's go to my bedroom. We’ll have more space there.”

Silently, he follows you to your room, palm clammy against yours. The sun is shining through your windows, beams landing directly on your bed like some kind of spotlight. You let go of Jake’s hand to quickly shove your comforter to the foot of your bed then climb onto it.

“C’mere,” you murmur when you see him hovering unsurely beside the bed, patting the space between your legs.

First, Jake makes quick work of the button and zip on his jeans, before knee-walking to where you indicated. You both settle on the mattress, your back to the headboard and Jake getting comfortable against your chest and into the cradle of your spread thighs. The position really highlights your size difference, almost comically, and you have to swallow down all the things you want to say or sounds that threaten to escape.

Jake already has his jeans back down around his knees and quickly wiggles his underwear down to get his dick out. He’s jittery, his movements stilted and awkward, like he doesn’t quite know what to do with himself.

“Relax, Jakey,” you softly instruct, reaching up to squeeze at his shoulders comfortingly. “It’s just me. I’m here to help, okay?”

“Right,” Jake replies on an exhale, nodding, “okay. It’s fine. I’m fine.”

Your lips quirk slightly. “Good. I’m gonna touch you now, alright?”

“Okay,” Jake murmurs.

You hear him swallow, see his fists clench and unclench where they’re resting beside his thighs. Tentatively, as if not to startle him, you move your hands to Jake’s hips, petting over the exposed skin there. You hear Jake’s breath hitch then, so you keep going. You trail your fingers down the tops of Jake’s thighs, into the crease where they meet his groin and back up, just a touch higher than before, and you repeat the motion a few times until you’ve worked the hem of Jake’s shirt up to give you better access to his torso.

Slowly, Jake sinks further and further into your embrace, getting heavier and heavier the more you touch him. You are quietly loving the weight of him, the way his head is starting to loll and his eyelids beginning to flutter. You watch Jake bite his lip when you finally tease closer to his hardening cock, running your fingernails lightly across the trimmed hair above it.

You raise one of your hands, palm up, with a soft, “Jake,” as instruction.

He blinks down at your hand for a second, dazed, and then he’s carefully holding your hand and bringing it up to press a surprisingly gentle kiss to your palm. You feel your face grow hot as you hide your smile in Jake’s shoulder, though you’re positive he can feel it anyway.

“Jakey,” you say again, painfully endeared, “I meant for you to, you know, get my hand wet.”

“Oh.” He huffs a little at himself, but he doesn’t hesitate to bring your hand back up to his mouth and drag his tongue across your open palm.

Now it’s your turn for your breath to catch in your throat, locking every part of your body so you don't make any sudden movements or do something stupid. That gets more difficult to avoid when Jake, after thoroughly licking all over your hand, tops it all off by gathering the remaining saliva in his mouth, makes you cup your hand and then spits into it. For a split second, you think you’re about to come, which would be mortifying, so you’re glad when you’re able to reign in your hormones and offer a small thank you so you can get back to the task at hand. Literally.

You bite the inside of your cheek as you finally allow yourself to look over Jake’s shoulder, and honestly, you could weep at the sight before you. Jake’s cock is fully hard now, lying against his toned stomach, looking more intimidating than ever. Somehow his cock seems bigger, and thicker too. Your mouth waters, but you tell yourself to focus.

With your dry hand, you lift Jake’s cock, holding him at the base while you bring your other hand down to curl around the head. Jake gasps lightly, but otherwise stays still and quiet, at least until you begin stroking him. Slow and steady, you drag your hand down to the base of Jake’s cock, then add a little more pressure on the upstroke. Jake makes a punched out kind of sound, his knees jerking up slightly before settling back in place. A thrill rushes through you, powerful and giddy at the thought of Jake being at your mercy, of being the one to pull out even these tiny reactions. It makes you want to see just how loud you can make him. For now, though, you continue your steady pace, feeling more than hearing Jake’s sigh when you use your free hand to start touching him everywhere you can reach again.

What’s dangerous about this is that you could get used to it. You’re pretty sure you already are, and that could spell disaster for you, because you’re just supposed to be helping him out. This is only supposed to be offering Jake some relief after being unable to get off with a partner, to give him pleasure that isn’t by his own hands. You press your lips together and speed up your stroking, just a smidge, squeeze a bit more around the head and dig your thumb into Jake’s slit.

“Oh,” he utters, head falling back to rest on your shoulder, eyes closed tight and hips twitching up into your touch, chasing the feeling.

“Does it feel good, Jakey?” you boldly ask.

Jake nods and hums. “So good,” he affirms. He moves his hands to grip your knees as he adds, “Being so good to me, sweetheart.”

And, well. Fuck. You've been trying to pretend your pussy isn't wetter than it's been in a long while, but his words have you wishing you could close your thighs for some much needed friction. Subtly, you try to shift your hips and all it does is make you more frustrated. You let out a huff, breath fanning out against Jake’s neck. He shivers against you and you pause. Your lack of movement makes him whine, low and pleading, and it jolts you back into action.

Dragging your gaze down the line of his throat only makes you want to put your mouth on it, see if you can get him to shiver again. You peek at his face and see his eyes are still closed. Softly, so soft, you lean in and press a kiss to the side of his neck, and the way he responds is beautiful.

He whimpers, tilts his head back further to give you more room, his hips bucking up into your hold as you continue stroking him at a rhythmic pace. And you really can't say no to that kind of invitation. So, sufficiently sure that he doesn't mind it, you press even more kisses into his skin, trailing them up and down his neck and shoulder, as far as you can reach. The kisses turn wet, your tongue flicking out to taste him. Jake’s stomach muscles clench, and you quicken the pace of your hand up a bit, mouthing sloppily up his neck to his ear.

“Don't know how anyone could refuse you,” you mutter, your own breathing getting heavier to match his. “How can anyone look at your cock and not want to sit on it, Jakey? It doesn't make sense.”

He groans, planting his feet on the mattress so he has better leverage to thrust up into your fist, panting and letting out needy sounds.

“God, Jake,” you whine. You suck and bite a mark on his throat, pulling away once you're happy with it. “I bet you would feel perfect inside me,” you confess in a whisper.

“Stop,” he pants, and you let go of him in an instant, stomach dropping.

Before you can start to panic too much, Jake clumsily shifts around until he's on his haunches facing you, flushed all the way down his chest, eyes blazing behind his frames. You open your mouth to ask him what's wrong, but then he's gripping you under your knees and yanking. You fall flat on your back with a startled yelp and Jake is there to swallow the sound, kissing you like it's his lifeline. A moan rips its way out of your chest, arms coming up to wrap around his shoulders and pull him closer to you.

He breaks the kiss, glasses askew, to ask, “Can I please fuck you?”

Any other time you'd snort at the politeness of such a vulgar question, but at the moment all you can do is nod, roughly tugging at his shirt until he gets the hint and removes it, almost knocking his glasses off entirely. It lands somewhere on the floor, along with his jeans and underwear a second later. You squirm once you see his body fully naked, core throbbing in need to have it against you, on top of you.

“You too,” he murmurs, reaching for your shorts.

You lift your hips to help him, biting your lip at the way he curses when he realizes you aren’t wearing panties. With a grin, you surprise him further by taking off your t-shirt and reveal you're also not wearing a bra.

“Would it totally ruin the moment if I say I’ve wanted this for way too long?” he wonders, eyes raking over your body, his hands joining soon after.

You smile softly and shake your head. “Not at all.” He returns your smile, but yours eases into something mischievous. “But what will ruin the moment is if you don't get your fingers in me to get me ready for your big cock.”

Jake’s smile drops. “Fuck,” he says with feeling.

To incentivize him, you spread your legs, hand tracing a path down to where you're dripping. He watches with blown pupils and a slack jaw. When you hum as your fingers lightly glide down your slit, he snaps into focus. He knocks your hand away to replace it with his own. You sigh at the touch of his calluses on your sensitive skin, tilting your hips up and moaning when he finally sinks one finger inside you.

Thankfully, he doesn't seem to want to waste time, thrusting his finger steadily. You've never appreciated how long his fingers are more than you are at this very moment. He works you up to three of them much too fast for your liking, but you understand the urgency he’s feeling, and you can't really deny that you're feeling it too.

“That's good, Jake, c’mon, please get in me already,” you beg, shifting restlessly.

“Shit,” he breathes, “okay, yeah, let me just—”

He shuffles closer, taking his cock in hand and rubbing it up and down your slit, the head catching on your opening, making you whine. He curses under his breath some more and starts pushing in. Your mouth drops open, but no sound comes out, brows furrowing deeply as he splits you open on his cock. When he bottoms out, you let out a sharp exhale that hitches in your chest, while Jake’s chest is heaving like he's run a marathon.

“So tight,” he mutters.

“So—” You hiccup through a desperate sob. “So big, oh my god, Jakey, baby, please move, I need you to move.”

His chin drops to his chest with a pained sounding groan, but he listens. He draws his hips back, cock dragging deliciously out of you, before he thrusts back in. You're not sure you've stopped making noise since he started pulling out, high and needy and hungry pleas for more, and he's barely even gotten started.

Every sensation feels dialed up to a million. You're not sure sex has ever been like this for you; like your skin is on fire, like you can feel your pulse throb through every limb, through every single finger and toe, but especially in your clit. Your nipples even feel more sensitive than usual as they brush against his chest. Your body is positively singing with pleasure.

And Jake… Oh, that sweet, precious man is in heaven. You know you're tight around him, warm and wet, the perfect place to fuck into, and now that he's finally getting what he's wanted he's not holding back. He's fucking you like he’s gonna be graded on it after. His hips slam into yours and he can't stop making noises of his own. Grunts, soft gasps, neverending praise over how you feel, how he's so happy this is happening, how he's never going to stop fucking you.

Your nails dig into the flesh on his back, dragging all the way down until you flatten your palms on his ass and squeeze. His thrusting falters for a second, but he finds his rhythm again quickly, dropping to his elbows so that he's even closer. He kisses along your collarbones, nipping at the base of your throat before sucking at the spot harshly. You moan brokenly and clutch at him tighter.

“Left my mark on you, too,” he declares, kissing the bruise he’s made, then kisses you properly, tongue sliding across yours and dipping into your mouth.

You're not sure how much longer you can hold back from touching your clit, your need ratcheting higher and higher, but you know Jake is right there with you. He's pounding into you roughly now, chasing his climax with determination. Reaching down, you swipe your fingers through your slick and use it to rub your clit, a whimper escaping you when you tighten around him from the added stimulation. Jake growls and speeds up some, hitching one of your legs up his side. It changes the angle just enough that he's hitting that spot inside you that has you crying out, a long warble of his name, fingers quickening their pace on your clit.

“Yeah, that's it,” he encourages. “Please, come for me. Come on, baby, let me see it, wanna watch you fall apart.”

All of your breath gets trapped in your lungs as warmth pools in your core and bursts outward, your pussy fluttering and clamping down on his cock. Your body shivers through your climax, thighs trembling unceasingly as Jake groans and fucks you harder, three, four more times before stilling. He comes with a loud moan, grinding inside you as he rides it out.

After a moment, he collapses on top of you. You grunt at his weight, but smile tiredly at your ceiling, combing your fingers through his hair. You feel him press a kiss on your shoulder.

“Thank you,” he mumbles.

That makes you giggle, which in turn makes you clench and has Jake whining since he's still buried inside you. Gingerly, he pulls out, both of you hissing at the sensation. He runs a tender finger along the outside of your opening.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks, concerned.

“No, baby,” you whisper.

He meets your gaze then, hopeful, still flushed with exertion and glasses slightly foggy. “Baby?”

You hum with a grin. “Yes. My big, beefy baby,” you tease. “I’m keeping you all to myself now.”

“You know, I think I just might be okay with that,” he replies, beaming in a way that puts the sunlight through your window to shame.

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ronearoundblindly · 16 days

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Jake Jensen Masterlist

Romance 🔥 || Smut 🦆 || Author Fave 🍀 || Angst ⛈️ || Fluff 🌼 || Dark Fic 🌘 || *** denotes work for all ages || Main Story Complete ✅

SERIES --

Jake x gn!ops!reader ✅

This Can't Be The Moment (a kiss where it doesn't hurt) 🌼⛈️ Confidence Is The Absence Of Control (love confession) 🌼Painful...But In A Good Way (redo confession) ⛈️🌼🔥

Jake x bartender!Reader (coming soon) (concept post)

Davey Bones and His Treasure (undercover!Jake) 🌼🔥🦆⛈️ Mr. and Mrs. Wyler (you and Jake in WITSEC) ⛈️🔥🦆🌼

ONE-SHOTS --

Jake x sick!reader comfort 🌼⛈️

Board Games/Arts & Crafts (drabble prompt) *** 🌼

Rerouted (fight and makeup ask) 🌼⛈️

A Kiss to Distract (Valentine's ask) 🌼 ***

Shut Up, Jensen (a kiss to shut them up) 🔥🦆

Dirty Headcanons: 🔥🦆

Impact Play, Not Yet, and Routine

Kissing

Sleepy Sex

Photography

Extra Info

[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

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our-marvel-universe · 1 year

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IRL

Pairing: Jake Jensen x reader

Warnings: Non - just fluff

WC: 1.7k

Summary: You and Jake work together and you're really good friends…but you've never met IRL.

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“So…” Missy looks at you raising an eyebrow

“So what?” you ask as you scroll through your inbox

“Next week is the big day, what are you going to wear!?”

You turn your head giving your friend your full attention.

“What are you talking about?”

“Your long distance work buddy. He starts Monday” your best friend smirks into her coffee cup as you shake your head in disbelief.

“No, no he doesn’t start for another 2 weeks!”

“Nope” she says, exaggerating the P, “Change of plans, they asked him to move up his start date so he would be settled in before all the upgrades next month. Which your boyfriend will be heading up.” Miss adds with a smirk. You’re in such shock you don’t even stop to correct her.

“Lucky for you, your best friend works in HR and can keep you in the loop about these things” Missy is smug as she gives you a wink but you don’t even notice your brain is moving a mile a minute trying to process all this information. He’s going to be here MONDAY. There is only 1 weekend standing between you and…

“Ohh” Missy says, dropping her voice down to a whisper “by the way I reviewed the policies and the two of you are good to go. You can bang as much as you want, although if you bang in the office try not to get caught, the paperwork will be a nightmare for me!”

“Oh my, Missy!” You say slapping her arm “cut it out. Seriously. Last thing I need is for him to think I’m some pervert before he even gets settled in!” You scoff.

Missy, naturally ignores your scolding and continues on her matchmaking mission for you and a certain IT associate.

“Do you think he’s cuter in person? I bet he’s cuter in person” She muses.

“Well I wouldn’t know. I don’t even know what he looks like.” You say trying to calm your internal turmoil.

“Oh I’m well aware I can’t believe you haven’t looked him up I mean you aren’t the slightest bit curious as to” You cut her off before she can finish that thought.

“I can’t believe he starts next week. More importantly I can’t believe he didn’t tell me!?” I mean why wouldn’t he tell me?”

“Ohh come on, it’s understandable.” Missy says in an attempt to comfort you. I mean he is very busy with a cross country move. He probably forgot. Or figured you’d find out I mean” Missy says as she puts a hand on your shoulder. “The important thing is the guy you’ve been crushing on forever will be working a mere few feet away where you can drool over him in person. Think of how much more vivid your fantasies will be once you see him in person. You can tell a lot about a man from his walk you know.” She says wiggling her eyebrows.

You slap her hand off you and attempt to hold back your laugh, lest you encourage her. How someone with a mouth as filthy as hers ended up in HR you will never know.

Jake. Jake Jensen will be here in person with you in just a few days. You will finally get to lay eyes on the man you’ve been crushing on for the past 6 months.

You and Jake both worked for the same company, a startup based out of Boston. You work at the office although a lot of your coworkers work remotely from all over the country, including Jake.

You were first introduced to him 6 months ago when you were having technical problems and he helped you, virtually of course. When you called for help you were lucky enough to have him answer. From the moment you heard his voice you were completely enamored with him. The two of you immediately clicked and not too long after you found yourselves talking outside of work.

You and him have really gotten to know each other. What started as emails and slack messages eventually turned into texting and talking on the phone late into the night. As much as you liked him, you never brought it up, afraid of not only the “we work together” conundrum but there was also the we live 2,000 miles apart issue. So you let your feelings grow, but never bothered to say anything to him.

Then a month ago he told you the big news. He was relocating to Boston to be closer to his sister and her kids, which meant he’d be able to work right out of headquarters with you. When he first told you, your heart soared at the possibilities. Being able to see him talk to him face to face, the thought was too much. You are already so smitten with him! And it’s easy over text but…in person..you’re afraid you’ll freeze up.

Or worse what if he’s not how you imagined? You could have built up this amazing man in your head but what if the real one falls flat? Or worse what if he’s as great as you imagine but he doesn’t like you the way you like him. There are way too many variables. Maybe it would just be better if he stayed where he was!

But that is not an option. No matter what you want he is on his way here. Hell he’s probably already here in the city unpacking his stuff right now. Your heart picks up at the idea he may be near you.

It’s first thing Monday morning and your day is already awful. You changed outfits 6 times. Yes 6. 4 times last night and then twice more this morning. Despite the cute fit you are wearing you feel a wreck. You were tossing and turning all night, only to fall asleep only moments before your alarm went off. Then to make matters worse, you spilled your coffee, not on your outfit thank god, but still no coffee for you. You didn’t have time to stop for another cup since you were already cutting it close on time.

You are rushing into the building determined to not be late. You completely miss the handsome man in glasses at the front desk trying to check in.

Missy finds you in the break room attempting to make a cup of tea and is kind enough to let you vent over your terrible weekend and even worse morning.

“Seriously Missy, this day could not possibly get worse and it’s not even 930am. Maybe I should just call it and head home.” you sigh. “I don’t have any meetings scheduled today. I’ll just tell Carly I’m not feeling well and do the rest of my work from home”

"Do it. Take care of you…" You love Missy. She may be a little vulgar and definitely NSFW but she was always so supportive of you.

Firm in your decision. You’re headed back to your desk to write up a quick email to your boss and then head out.

Turning the corner you slam into what you assume to be a brick wall someone added to the office over the weekend, leading you to drop your drink and fall onto the ground.

You vaguely hear an “ohh God” through your haze as you try to not completely lose your shit. Looking down you take deep breaths through your nose as you push your tongue into the roof of your mouth in an attempt to keep the tears at bay.

“Oh my god I am so sorry are you alright!?”

The person you bumped into crouches down in front of you and you are completely taken aback.

Turns out the man who made you drop your second beverage of the day was rather handsome and his beautiful blue eyes were trained right on you.

After triple checking you were ok the man you bumped into ran to get some napkins. He insisted on helping you clean up.

You’re sure he’ll be back in a moment but before he arrives you see Dave from HR walking towards you.

“Hey what happened here?”

“Ohh there was a bit of an accident. I bumped into someone but he’s going to get paper towels now.”

“Ohh man ok well I was just looking for, Ohh Jake there you are!”

You turn and see your mystery man walking towards you, paper towels in hand.

“Ohh, hey Dave, sorry I was headed down to find you but..” Jake tapers off while gesturing between you, him and your spill.

“It’s totally fine man. Take your time, no rush! Maybe once you two are done cleaning up and Jake is ready maybe you can show him back to my office?” Dave says, looking directly at you.

“Ughh yeah, sure” You reply. Your over tired and under caffeinated brain is trying to make sense of everything that’s happening. As you are slowly trying to make sense of things you turn to Jake and see him sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck before he looks over at you.

“Guess I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Jake, Jake Jensen, IT. I mean I work in IT.” He says sticking out his hand for you to shake.

You can’t believe it, this is Jake your Jake and he is so handsome and…shaking your head you remember your manners. Shaking his hand you introduce yourself. Jake’s face lights up as soon as you say your name. The two of you stand there holding hands for longer than necessary before you recover and remember to separate.

You grabbed some paper towels from him and you both start to clean up.

“You know this is not how I envisioned our first meeting…” You confess.

“I know,” Jake replies “I didn’t think it’d be so easy to sweep you off your feet.”

You laugh out loud at his super lame pick up line. Although you have to admit that line along with that blush has you crushing even harder on your newest coworker.

A/N - what did you think of these 2? I have been toying around with this fic for a while and there could possibly be a part 2... leave a comment and let me know what you think!

#jake jensen #jake jensen x reader #jake jensen fluff #Jake Jensen fic #Kes Writes

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andydrysdalerogers · 2 months

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Undercover ~ a Jake Jensen Story

Pairings: Jake Jensen and OFC Samantha Matthews

The Losers have made it back to their families and are out. Well, almost. A threat against the British crown needs to be handled and the CIA has tapped the Losers for one final mission. And they are sending in Jensen.

Jake Jensen hasn't been a civilian in years but now he's undercover to find out why his target is where he is and who he's after.

Enter Sam, someone who Jake doesn't expect and well, he didn't know he was looking for.

Can Jake handle his mission and falling in love? Especially when the truth leads to a bigger mission than expected?

*~* A Jake Jensen Story *~*

Author's note: this story continues after the events of the Losers. I may weave other characters into it but they are all minor.

The playlist is available on Spotify.

cover photo by me! Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Warnings: angst, death, smut, and a bunch of stuff a can’t say because it gives away the plot!

Coming on Wednesdays Starting February 28th

Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5 // Chapter 6 // Chapter 7 // Chapter 8 // Chapter 9 // Chapter 10 // Chapter 11 // Chapter 12 // Chapter 13 // Chapter 14 // Chapter 15 // Chapter 16 // Epilogue

Taglist:

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@tinkerbelle67

@before-we-get-started

@bunnyforhim

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@sunnyhummingbee

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@peaceinourtime82

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@kmc1989

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#andy's shenanigans #andy's hea #chris evans #chris evans fanfiction #Jake jensen #jake jensen smut #jake jensen fic #the losers #the losers au #chris evans fic #ofc Samantha matthews #British royalty au #Jake jensen au #Jake jensen x Samantha matthews #undercover

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peyton-warren · 1 year

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Between a Wolf and A Hard Place Series Masterlist

Jake Jensen x Reader with a large side of Captain Syverson. Angst, fluff and violence. Your significant other comes home from a mission to find someone unexpected in your newly shared home

Warnings: mostly angst and fluff. And there is one solid punch in the mix.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

#jake jensen fanfiction #jake jensen x reader #jake jensen fluff #jake jensen angst #the losers fanfiction #captain syverson #captain syverson fanfiction #jake jensen #jake jensen fic #the losers (2010)#the losers #sandcastle #sandcastle fanfic #chris evans characters #henry cavill characters

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foxgloveprincess · 1 year

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Pillow Fort and Pizza

Word Count: 410

Warnings: Barely Any Editing, Mildly Suggestive Themes, So Much Fluff (you might barf). Minors do not interact (18+).

Divider by @firefly-graphics.

I love feedback, so go ahead and reblog if you want. No permission given to copy, translate, rewrite or post my work, at all. I cross-post to my AO3 account (FoxglovePrincess). Seeing this anywhere else means it’s been stolen/plagiarized.

Please DO NOT click ‘Keep Reading’ if you are not 18+ years of age. Thank you.

“Don’t come in here yet!” he yelps through the door, voice panicky even though you immediately released the doorknob from your grip.

“Alright,” you reply, startled. You take two giant steps back and try not to fumble the pizza and soda, no matter how precarious they are in your grip.

Your toe taps as you wait, confused as to what’s taking so long. “Jake?” you call through the door, “the pizza’s gonna get cold and soda’s gonna get warm. You almost ready for me?”

The only response you get is a booming thump.

The door’s open before you even have a chance to think, standing and gaping at the structure before you.

“Aw, angel, you ruined the surprise,” he whines, tangled in a pile of blankets on the floor.

But you’re too busy trying not to devolve into hysterical laughter. You nearly fumble the pizza again, but he’s already popped up and holding onto it for you.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” you breathe, unable to look away from giant blanket and pillow fort, strung with lights, boxes of board games tucked off to the side, with the laptop hooked up right there and ready for the most epic of Netflix dates. It’s magnificent. You nearly start to tear up.

But he deflates as soon as the words leave your lips. “You don’t like it?”

You blink, grab the soda and pizza from his hands, and set them aside. Carefully and far away from the entrance to the fort. Jake stands confused as you do, furrowing his brows in question. His lips part on some thought, but you don’t get to hear it. Instead, you’re too busy tackling him into the cushions and planting effusive kisses across every little sliver of skin you can find. All while he’s grinning like an idiot and laughing himself silly.

“I love it, I love it,” you repeat before placing one last searing kiss to his lips and whispering, “I love you.”

“Ditto,” he replies with a dazed and sappy glaze over his features.

You snort and sit up, pulling his stolen shirt down over your tummy. He follows after you, finding comfort in the pillow of your chest and snuggling close. Mouse in hand, he clicks through titles on Netflix until he settles on the show you’ve been binging. The title credits roll, you wrap him in your arms, and settle in for what the day holds. Heart full, happy and whole.

#jake jensen x reader #jake jensen fic #fluff #so much fluff #that’s all this is #the losers fanfiction #the losers #an exploration of comfort

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lilacevans · 4 months

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༊*·˚ main materlist | pete's place's opening night | the playlist ༊*·˚

✧.* ೃ⁀➷ pairings & future pairings: pete brenner x female!reader. lloyd hansen x female!reader. ari levinson x female!reader. curtis everett x female!reader. steve rogers x female!reader. jake jensen x female!reader. (and others that will be revealed at a later date.)

word count: 1026 | series rating: explicit. ༊*·˚

warnings: implied abusive relationship, homelessness, alcohol, general sadness.

this is a dark au. minors are not welcome here.

✧.* ೃ⁀➷ notes: the intro is here!! it's here!! i proof read as much as i could, however some mistakes may remain. i was gonna share a little more, but i think this is perfect for setting up the first chapter! i'm so excited to share this with you! please let me know what you think! reblogs save lives! mwah! enjoy!!

A year after you packed brown boxes scrawled with black ink, clothes stuffed into various bags, and the hope of true love, into the back of your car, to move across the country to live with your ex-boyfriend, you find yourself one night in a heart pounding screaming match.

Thrown dishes, broken glass, picture frames on the floor. The remnants of a lost love etched by the sounds of your cries into the tattered walls of the home you shared.

With pleading cries, tear stained cheeks, and heart in your throat, you’re grabbed and shoved out the door in nothing but a pair of sweats, and shirt with a coat being darted at you whilst you laid on the ground. One too many hours were spent afterwards pounding your fists against the front door, begging to at least have your purse so you can get a hotel room.

Just as you were about to leave, looking down at your battered, red hands, your purse was dropped out of a window; the contents spilled onto the grass below. With a sigh, either sadness or relief; you weren't sure which, you bent to pick up your scattered belongings, cursing the man during.

Luckily, you had everything you needed; cash, ID, and your shitty, overused phone.

You called around for a cab, numb fingers shaking as you pressed the blurry numbers, but with it being Friday night, you were looking at a long wait so instead, you decided to cut your losses and walk to find the nearest hotel.

The downside of moving, and being essentially trapped within the same four walls for months on end, is that you quickly found yourself lost– and being lost on Skid Row was the last place you wanted to be.

You willed your tears to not fall after you walked by tent after tent, stranger after stranger, clutching your purse tight, old key’s spread between your fingers, and finally found yourself outside the Hotel Cecil. You laughed to yourself in disbelief of having to head inside and get a room; but nonetheless, you did just that.

Lying on a dingy bedspread, surrounded by more nicotine-stained walls, you muffled your cries behind your hands and slowly fell into a sombre slumber and wondered just how the fuck you had gotten yourself here.

Over the next few days, you walked around, getting to know your surroundings and applying for jobs left and right. You were forced to ration your food while you looked around for cheaper hotel rooms. You were trying your hardest to avoid the sprawls of clubs begging for dancers but after finding yourself downtrodden after applying for yet another job and getting immediately dismissed, and not having any luck finding a cheaper room, you walked back to your grubby hotel and bump— quite literally— into two drunk guys.

‘’Ooh, one of Pete’s girls,’’ The guy slurred while his eyes glazed filthily over your body making you instinctively wrap your arms around yourself.

‘’I don’t know who that is and I’m certainly not one of anyone's girls,’’ You defend, slowly backing away as the guy then sighs and points behind you.

‘’Well, you’d sure fit in with the rest of ‘em.’’

With that, the men carried on with their drunken journey while you left bewildered.

You shook your head and turned to carry on home when you were suddenly blinded by a huge, purple neon sign:

Pete’s Place.

Underneath a small notice hung from the sign read: Dancers Apply Within.

You looked around and whined quietly while you watched patron after patron enter the club. Two heavily built doormen eyed you. You shook out your bundling nerves, hung your head and followed the thump of the bass into the belly of the seedy club. Red and purple hues guided you into the belly of the club where you found red booths filled with drunk bodies that circled small stages. Girls with perfect form swirled around the pole, capturing the attention of everyone inside.

‘’And who might you be?’’

You turned to find a man staring intensely, glass warm in hand, sharp suit and sea-blue eyes. Your mouth hung, mind blank for a moment before sputtering out,

‘’Oh, I– I’m looking for the owner– I was hoping to… Audition…’’ You trailed off as the man began to circle you, fingers pried away your coat slightly, gaze wandering over your body. Calloused fingers tilted your chin upwards while he inspected your face before a slight smile appeared on his lips.

‘’Yeah, you’ll do,’’ He concluded and began to walk away. ‘’Follow me.’’

‘’I take it you’re the owner,’’ you inquired as you followed the man to the other side of the club and down a dimly lit hallway, smiling back at, what you assumed was, one of his girls. ‘’You’re Pete?’’

‘’That’s me,’’ he confirmed as you’re led into an office. ‘’Gonna need to see ID, need you to sign a couple contracts, and for you to take your clothes off,’’ he quick fired as he sat himself in his chair and threw a small stack of paper across the table.

‘’Excuse me? Contracts?’’

‘’All my girls sign to stay loyal to the club, I don’t need anyone running off and taking my profits with him– helps limit competition, and I need to see what I’m working with here, you’re not exactly gonna be wearing a winter coat out there. Usually you’d come during the day, work the pole but, I got three of my regular girls out tonight, so it’s your lucky day.’’

‘’Oh,’’ You answer simply, pausing before a moment. ‘’Right, yeah, lucky me– Of course,’’ you stumble out as you reach into your pocket and slide your ID on to his desk before peeling your jacket off and taking in a heavy breath before lifting your shirt over your head and sliding down your skirt with shaking hands.

‘’Over here,’’ Pete summoned, fingers tapped at his desk before turning his chair to the side to make use of empty space, relaxing into the chair with parted legs.

‘’Show me what you can do.’’

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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I saw this tweet and instantly thought I need a man to make that come true. lmfao. What if this being something Chris would do while reader is cooking up Thanksgiving? 😝😝 HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!

*Also sorry it scars anyone’s inner child. Twitter is too out of pocket these days.

hi! I didn't get a response from you, so I changed it to jake! I'm sorry it took so long! happy belated thanksgiving.

warning - smut, oral sex.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

Jake walked into the kitchen, his eyes nearly bulging out of his head as they landed on your ass, peeking out from beneath his shirt. Jake feels giddy inside as he sneaks closer, his hands out in front of him in a grabby motion. When Jake gets close enough, he quickly drops to his knees. His tongue poked out, mouth-watering, when he noticed you weren’t wearing anything underneath.

He launches forward, mouth attached to your cunt as he begins to lick and suck. “What the–” You moan, leaning forward and gripping the knife in your hand tightly. “Jake, oh god!” He continues to lap at your hole, drinking in your juices as he eats you out. His hands roughly squeeze your ass.

Jake pulls away for a second. “Mm, this is the best thanksgiving I’ve ever had.” He lunges forward again, feasting on your cunt. Little moans of pleasure escape him. Jake drinks you in, enjoying the sounds that leave you.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and your hand moves to the back of you, running your fingers through Jake’s hair. Soft whimpers escape you as you let go. The feeling of Jake sucking on your clit drives you insane.

thank you for reading!

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buckymorelikefuckme · 12 days

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curiosity

jake jensen x fem reader

words: 1.3k

warnings: **18+ ONLY** smut, oral (m and f receiving), anal fingering (m receiving), prostate milking, a little overstimulation. let me know if i've missed anything!

a/n: idgaf this is purely self-indulgent. perhaps it reveals more about me than i care for but idc!!!!!! let me live!! (thanks and sorry to @brandycranby for inadvertently helping me with this lolol) not proofread in the slightest, so any and all mistakes are my own. feedback is encouraged and appreciated :)

It starts with your curiosity.

You've had moments of wondering with past partners, about whether or not they'd be into it, but you never acted on that curiosity before. You never felt like you could, like you'd be safe to explore something new sexually with those people.

But with Jake… Jake makes you feel the safest you've ever felt in a relationship. You're still a bit shy, unsure of how to ask how he'd feel about it, because what you're wanting to do might be too much for him. At the same time, you know he'd never make you feel bad for asking.

So, when it happens, you don't actually verbally say anything.

You've got Jake sitting on the edge of your bed, with you on your knees between his, mouthing wetly at his hard cock. He’s making soft sounds above you, one hand propped behind him holding himself up while his other hand is holding your hair away from your face.

When you look up at him through your lashes, sucking on the tip of his cock, he bites his lip and tips his head back with a sigh. Slowly, you begin to take more of him into your mouth, bobbing your head and adding suction on the way up. You see his abs clench as he grunts when you dip your tongue into his slit. You trail your hands everywhere; you slide them up his thighs, across his hips, to his pecs to thumb over his nipples.

“Fuck,” he breathes, whispering your name reverently as you suck him harder.

You hum around him and he curses again, dropping to his elbow, hips shifting minutely upward into your mouth. Meeting his heavy-lidded gaze again, you cup his balls, softly applying pressure to them. He groans deep in his chest and falls completely on his back, legs spreading wider. It feels like the perfect opportunity.

Keeping your eyes on him, on how he's breathing heavier and squeezing his eyes shut, you let your fingers wander down to his taint, waiting for his reaction. All he does is let out a rumbling noise, so you bob your head a little faster and shift your fingers lower, to his crack. Cautiously, you press in to pet over his hole.

His eyes fly open then, glancing down at you with blown pupils and lips bitten red, cheeks much pinker than they were just a second ago.

“What–What are you doing?” he asks, voice gruff.

You lazily pull off his cock, swirling your tongue the whole way and making his lashes flutter, a moan punching out of him when you let go of him with an obscene pop. “I'm just curious,” you confess quietly, looking up at him innocently, stroking him at a leisurely pace.

He swallows roughly as he continues holding your stare. Your heart is racing, wondering if you've gone too far, if you've ruined everything.

“Okay,” he says, after a lengthy pause.

You sit up a little taller. “Really?” you ask, trying and failing to keep your eagerness out of your tone.

He nods jerkily. “Yeah, we can—you can try.”

You smile so wide your cheeks bunch up. It makes Jake huff a small laugh, some tension leaving him.

“Do you need, like…” He flushes again and waves his hand vaguely. “Lube?”

You feel warmth rush up to your own face, contemplating, but then you reach between your thighs to where you're throbbing and dripping. He sees your shoulder moving as you coat your fingers with your slick and mutters a heartfelt fuck under his breath.

“No,” you purr. “I’ve got it covered.”

You moan when you slip two of your fingers in your cunt to make sure they're as wet as they can be. Jake’s breathing picks up, watching your every move. He rises to his elbows again after you remove your fingers and bring them back to his hole, rubbing gentle circles around his rim. You can tell he's nervous, but he doesn't tell you to stop, so you unhurriedly begin to slip one finger inside him.

His brows furrow, lips parting as he exhales shakily at the new sensation. In case he's experiencing any discomfort, you take his cock back into your mouth, an act he vocally appreciates with a drawn out whine. As you’re sliding up and down the length of him, you carefully start thrusting your finger in and out of his hole. Jake lets out a noise you've never heard him make before.

“Shit,” he hisses, grunting and clenching his jaw.

You curl your finger, searching. When Jake jerks, moaning in surprise and shock, you know you've found his prostate and you hum, rubbing at that spot more.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants, gritting his teeth and panting, his flush spreading down to his chest.

You keep pressure on his prostate while you suck him faster, your own need skyrocketing, wanting to see Jake come apart from your mouth and hands. He’s letting out nonstop moans and whines, hips kicking up, his hands flailing as he searches for purchase somewhere, anywhere. You can tell he's close, and after a second of contemplation, you pull your finger out and slowly press back in with two.

Jake shouts, thrusting hard into your mouth and half-heartedly apologizing, jaw going slack and eyes rolling back into his head when you rub insistently at his prostate. His thighs shake on either side of you, his stomach clenching and unclenching.

He’s fucking stunning.

“I–I think I’m—fuck—I’m coming,” he stutters, voice high and breathy and needy.

You reach up with your free hand to cup his balls again and he sobs, curling upward and gripping your hair harshly as his breath hitches in his throat. With a ragged groan, he comes, body jerking while you milk his cock and prostate. You moan as you swallow around him, squeezing your thighs together to try and appease the aching throb between them.

Letting out a sharp exhale, he drops onto his back. His legs, hips, and arms twitch uncontrollably as you work him through his orgasm, until he finally whimpers from oversensitivity. You pull off of him, kissing his tip as you remove your fingers from his hole.

“C’mere,” he instructs, urging you up on the bed with him.

He directs you to sit above his mouth, and before you lower yourself you take his glasses off and place them on the mattress next to you. Impatient, he yanks you down, sucking at your clit straight away and making you cry out, holding on to his hair. He uses his hands on your hips to guide you in a dirty grind, letting you ride his tongue.

“Jakey,” you whine, following his lead, watching him below you.

His eyes are blazing, eating you out enthusiastically. You're already so close and it doesn't take long for you to come, his tongue fucking into you and nose stimulating your clit from the messy way you're grinding down on his face. Your climax leaves you trembling, thighs shaky as you try to lift off of him and collapse beside him. Jake follows, swiping his tongue across your pussy, making you jerk and whimper weakly pushing at his head because you can't tell if you want to let him keep going or to stop.

When he manhandles you flat on your back and pushes your legs apart as far as they can go, his hands under your knees, the decision is made for you.

By the time he's done with you, his mouth and chin are shining with your wetness and you're pretty sure you've seen god. He kisses his way up your torso, dipping his tongue in your bellybutton and grinning at the way you writhe away from the ticklish feeling, places gentle kisses to your breasts, and finally kisses and licks up your neck to your mouth. You make out with him for a long while, until your taste is gone from his tongue and your jaw is sore.

All in all, you'd say your curiosity has paid off this time. You wonder what else you can get him to try…

#am i a coward for posting this so late at night? MAYBE SO #jake jensen x reader #jake jensen x you #jake jensen fic #jake jensen fanfiction #jake jensen smut #jake jensen #my headers are getting worse and worse rip

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thornsnvultures · 2 years

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18+ BLOG, MINORS DNI. IF YOU INTERACT AND YOU DON’T HAVE YOUR AGE VISIBLE ON YOUR BLOG YOU WILL BE BLOCKED. 18+ BLOG, MINORS DNI.

Please note I do not give permission for any of my work to be published, reposted or copied anywhere other than my Tumblr. I do not give permission for my work to be translated. I do not give permission for my work to be posted even if credit is given to me. Reblogs are most welcome. Thank you!

(♡ = smut, ☆ = faves)

you can also find me on AO3

Bucky Barnes -----------------------------------------

sweet fire - bucky melts so easily for you

make you whole ☆ - fluffy wedding drabble

finally - same au as “make you whole”

all hail the king - faerie king!bucky au

fluttering ♡☆ - car sex at the beach

nightfall - camping & stargazing with your bf (drabble game)

ooey gooey ♡ - lumberjack!bucky thinks you're sugary sweet

Sebastian Stan -----------------------------------------

tickled pink ♡ - lettin’ seb hit in the pink fit

Steve Rogers -------------------------------------------

trim my hedges - single mom!reader & neighbor!steve, {part 1} {part 2} ongoing (eventual ♡)

sunbathing - steve's on a mission to find bucky when he, literally, stumbles on you (drabble game)

la petite mort ♡ - bondage with dom!steve

Jake Jensen -------------------------------------------

quickie ♡ - jake only has a few minutes with you before he has to get back to business

stipulations ♡ - jake gets cock warmed by hot gamer girlfriend :3c

Ari Levinson --------------------------------------------

make it my problem - angst, hurt/comfort (drabble)

Chris Evans --------------------------------------------

come over ♡ - a chance meeting with chris at a bar after the MTV awards

fetch ♡ - chris had special plans to unwind after a long day.

Andy Barber -------------------------------------------

too hot for this ♡ - facetime sex with andy

earned it ♡ - mean!Sam drabble, pure smut

Sam Wilson --------------------------------------------

Eddie Munson -----------------------------------------

in the name of love ♡ - brother's best friend, mutual pining

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mjolnir-steve · 2 years

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I Looked at You Like the Stars That Shined

Jake Jensen x fem!reader

Word count: 1269

Summary: Jake is settling into his new apartment and needs some decoration on the walls. You find a photo album from when you first met.

Warnings: cavity-causing fluff

Author’s note: I haven’t written in a hot minute, but I was inspired to continue my little Jake series, so I rolled with it. This takes place in the days after I Want Your Midnights, but I do still think this can be read as a one-shot, as well. I’m trying to develop the series in my head some more. As always, thank you to my besties Iva (@beefybuckrrito) and Thevy (@the-sal-del-mar) for beta-reading and supporting me!!! The title comes from “Mary’s Song (Oh, My My My)” by Taylor Swift (lyrics | song), and it’s about the kind of lifelong love I wish I could have. 💙

Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated, and I’d love to know what you wanna see from these two! I still need an AU title, so definitely lemme know if you have ideas! 🥰️

The cutest little divider is by @firefly-graphics!

It was a yucky Sunday afternoon in January, one of those days when you couldn’t quite tell if it was raining or snowing, and you were staying at Jake’s, helping him go through the boxes he’d yet to unpack in his new apartment. He was in his office setting up his work computer when you came across a box labeled PHOTO ALBUMS in his bold, all-caps handwriting.

“Jakeyyy, come take a breakyyy with meee!” you shouted playfully. You plopped yourself in the corner of the L-shaped couch, knowing Jake inevitably would rest his head on your lap and stretch his long legs out in the opposite direction. It didn’t take long before he did just that, throwing himself over the back of the couch and managing to gently land on top of you. He looked up at you and smiled.

“Are we taking a nap already, bubs?” he mumbled through a yawn. “One of those days, huh?”

“We can nap later, bubba. I found photo albums!” You handed one to him. “You should pick out some pictures to frame. The only thing you have on the wall is your pin-up Wanda poster from WandaVision.”

Jake wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “It’s art, and she’s a beautiful lady, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes and softly smacked his forehead. “I found an album from first grade, and then here’s your album with Polaroids from your missions with The Losers.” You held up the yellow photo album that Jake chose to match the yellow stretch Hummer they’d purchased.

“Let’s go through first grade. I wanna find some good ones of us.” He snuggled into you, relaxing into the warmth of your tummy and thighs, and you handed him the fabric-covered album. The very first photo was one of the exterior of his treehouse. “Remember when I fell from the top of the ladder and broke my arm in like sixth grade?” he snorted.

“Yeah, you were already too tall to keep going up there.” You smiled, absentmindedly running your hand through his un-gelled hair as he turned the page. The next photo was of Jake and his sister, Franny, on the first day of school. She was going into fourth grade when the two of you were going into first.

“Isn’t it crazy to think you took that photo with Fran and we met like 45 minutes later?”

“Yeah, you had no idea your life was going to change forever, did you?”

You hummed in amusement, tickling the shell of his ear with your fingertips. “I’d argue both of our lives changed.”

“Oh, of course. But I think I turned yours upside-down.”

“Literally. You taught me how to hang upside-down on the jungle gym during recess that day… while I was wearing a dress, no less.”

You both laughed so hard that it hurt to breathe. “I still remember that dress. That was my favorite.”

“That was the one with the teacups on it, right?” he wiped a joyful tear from his eye as he continued to settle down.

“Mhm, and you asked if I even drank tea, as if I were a poser. Quite the way for the new kid to introduce himself.”

“I needed to know what I was dealing with, sussing everyone out. I was always meant to be a spy of some kind, I think. Trust no bitch.” He pushed his glasses up his nose and flipped through a few more pages as you giggled, until he found a picture of your first grade class. “We were pretty cute, huh?”

“I was cute. You were a menace,” you accused him, pointing at Jake in the class photo, his little polo turned inside out, his front teeth missing, and his glasses crooked.

“Can’t argue with you there.” As he moved to turn the page, a folded photo fell from the pages of the album. Jake put the album down on his stomach and opened the photo up, revealing the two of you on your eighth birthday, a miniature Jake with frosting on his nose kissing your cheek as you smiled, your birthday cake in front of you. “Okay, you have to admit I was pretty adorable here.”

You felt like your heart was glowing as you looked at the photo. “We’ve always made a good pair, huh?” You leaned down to kiss his forehead.

Jake smoothed his thumb over the photo, his brow furrowed, when he suddenly jumped up. “Gimme a few minutes, okay?” He practically skipped to his office, and you heard the clacking of the mouse and keys as he set to work.

Ten minutes passed, then twenty, and you couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore. You settled in for a nap, sure that Jake would wake you when he needed you next.

Jake worked furiously at his computer. He scanned the damaged photo into several editing programs and didn’t stop what he was doing until he felt he’d fully restored it, making it look good as new. “Y/N, c’mere!” he called, bouncing like a puppy in his seat.

When you didn’t respond, Jake walked back into the living room where he saw (and heard) you softly snoring, clutching a throw pillow to your chest. He smiled and gingerly moved across the room, slipping on his Vans and jacket and grabbing his wallet as he quietly left the apartment.

You woke up about an hour later to the sound of the front door closing. Confused, you got up and walked toward the door where you found Jake soaked to the bone and clutching several shopping bags to his chest. “Did I wake you, bubba? I’m so sorry.” He toed off his shoes and hung his jacket on the hook inside the door. “Lemme get changed. I have something for you!”

Jake ran to his bedroom and changed his clothes, returning to the living room about ten minutes later. Although he was being super sweet today, you couldn’t help but notice how good he looked in his tight black tank top and gray sweatpants, his muscles and tattoos on display.

He produced an elaborately-wrapped gift from behind his back, complete with a bow and gift tag that read, To: My Bubba, From: Love: Your Bubba.

“Jake, what did you do?” You examined the small, rectangular present, wondering what it could be.

“Open it and find out, Y/N.” He grinned and clapped excitedly as you untied the ribbon and began to open up the paper, careful not to rip it.

Inside the wrapping was a picture frame with two photos side by side. On the left was a perfectly-restored version of the photo from your eighth birthday party. On the right was a copy of the Polaroid you took on New Year’s Eve, in which you kissed his cheek instead.

“I made one for myself, too. I’m gonna hang it above the TV so I can see it,” he whispered, blushing a pretty pink. “Do you like it? Is it too much?” He played with his fingers nervously,

“Bubs, this is perfect. How did you…” You looked at the restored photo in amazement. “Seriously, I love this so much. I love you!” You launched at him, pulling him into a tight hug. “This means so much to me. I can’t wait to hang it up.”

Jake watched you with heart-eyes that he simply didn’t know how to hide. Little did you know, his mom had inscribed on the back of the photo: Jake and future daughter-in-law? :) The year was smudged, but that didn’t matter. Jake intended to fulfill his mom’s prediction, and hopefully, this was step one.

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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A Sin For A Sin

Summary: you told Lloyd what would happen if he cheated on you.

Pairings: Jake Jensen X Reader, Jake Jensen X Reader X Lloyd Hansen

Rating: explicit

Warnings: cheating, alcohol consumption, explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, PIV sex, voyeurism, double penetration, degradation, praise kink, size kink, spitting, implied basement wife, creampie, somnophilia, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.4K

Lloyd Hansen Masterlist

A/N: For @iamesca who had the brilliant idea to pair Lloyd and Jake together 🫠😮‍💨😮‍💨

Your finger runs around the rim of your shot glass. The haggard sound of a lonely man terribly singing an annoying country song. Hiccuping and crying through the lyrics. The smokey atmosphere, and the whiskey running through your veins, making your heart feel a dull pain instead.

All you want it to forget. You don’t want that vision of him with her, and in your bed. With a tap on the bar, the cheerful bartender walks over to fill your cup again. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing out here listening to this shit?”

You barely give him a smile, throwing back the dark liquor, before slamming it back on the bar, “Another.”

His eyes on you as he pours the stout drink. Somehow stopping perfectly. Your eyes finally roam over his body. Making a trail up and down him. His arms corded with sinewed muscles. His shirt hanging a bit loose. One look at the boyish cargo shorts, and you ask him for another.

“You gonna tell me, why you’re here without your husband?” he gives a quick nod to your ring finger, and you shrug, taking the useless metal off to drop on the bar. “Another shot?”

“Yeah,” he reaches behind the bar to grab his own glass, pouring himself one as well.

“You wanna talk about it?” he asks, taking of sip of the liquor and grimacing. Hissing through his teeth, while he shakes his head in disgust. You can’t help but to laugh at him, drinking your own slowly. Savoring the smooth smokey flavor, and relishing in the slight burn.

“You’ve had like five shots now. Your mouth is numb to this.”

“Did you see me act like that with my first one?” his face falls flat, placing his head on his hips. Sullen that you could take it and he couldn’t. “What would you prefer to drink?”

“Beer,” he scrunches his face up when a new man starts singing a heartbreak song. “Let me shut this down. It’s past closing time. Stay here,” he announces how it’s last call, and then the bar is closing. This baby blues still drifting over to you, making sure you’re not going anywhere.

Upon returning, he grabs up a beer, to drink. Those eyes on your wedding band on the dark wood. “I went home to find him in bed with another woman,” you inform him. Your phone vibrating in your pocket, and you don’t have to look to know it’s Lloyd.

“I’m sorry.”

“I don’t even know how he found another woman. He’s an asshole to everyone,” you watch as the bartender’s fists clench tight, and feel a rush of slick pool in your cunt. You had been getting worked up already, but the fierce need to protect you, really did you in.

“Except to me,” you slowly add in, and his stance relaxes. “At least that’s what I thought.”

“How long have you been married?”

“Three years. Together five. You know the bad thing? I didn’t say anything. Neither of them saw me, I just left,” your pocket vibrates again, and still you choose to ignore it.

“What’s you’re story, Mister…?”

“Ew, Jake will be fine. Mister, blech,” he mocks retching. Waiting on the patrons to leave, and he locks up the bar. “Retired from the army. I’m a dead man, literally, I’m not supposed to be alive. It was all fake. So I’m here. People are interesting.”

Biting his lip, his eyes roam over your figure. Watching every soft dip and curve of your body. Even your smell is more intoxicating to him than the booze. Love drunk, and he knows he shouldn’t feel this way.

“You know, I always told Lloyd if I ever caught him with another woman, I’d find myself another man to lay under,” Jake gulps, pushing his glasses up further on his nose, but still leans forward on the bar. “You know anyone?”

“I-I-I could possibly know someone,” with each word, your fingers undo a button on your dress, until he’s nearly drooling on the bar.

“Who did you have in mind, soldier?”

“Oh fuck,” his voice nervously responds when you let your dress drop to the ground. Undoing your bra, he bites his fist when your tits bounce free. “I can’t take you somewhere looking like that.”

Shimmying out of your panties, you hold them out for him to take, before climbing onto the bar. Leaning back so he can fully view your weeping cunt. “Who said anything about going somewhere? You want me to lean over the bar, or are you joining me up here?” you ask starting to finger yourself.

Jake speedily undresses himself, and you let out a whimper when that veiny cock bounces up. His spongy tip red with a pretty bead of precum at his slit. A thick vein running down the side. Pulsing and aching. Not as long as Lloyd’s cock, but with extra girth at his base, and you know you’re going to enjoy the painful stretch at your entrance.

Jumping up on the bar, and clambering over to you, he runs his hand through your glistening folds, “You’re soaked,” he laments. Humming at just how wet you are.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

He gives a boyish grin and shrug, “Just wanted to make sure you could take me. It might be a tight fit if you weren’t prepped.”

“It’s going to be a tight fit anyways. Fuck me,” using your fingers, you spread your pussy lips, and show him your tight channel. Letting him see how your walls are needy and clench around nothing. Whining at him to just fuck you.

Gently Jake settles in between your thighs to line up to your quivering pussy. His breathing heavy and laborious. Wrapping your hands around his ass, you pull him down to you. A shaky moan escapes your lips, when his blunt tip pushes through.

Jake is too methodical, too slow for fucking. But your thankful for how slowly he sinks into you. Panting as his cock pushes through your quivering cunt, and just the way he watches you stretch around him. Studying the way your spongy pussy takes every bit of him. Sinking down to the root, and you whine with how perfectly full he makes you feel.

He drags his length out slowly, almost completely pulling out, before he shoves into you harshly. Loving how your body responds to him. Your greedy pussy needing him to destroy her. Throbbing and hungry for a beating.

Jake gives you a tender kiss, his eyes looking at you questioningly, “I can handle it. Please, fuck me dumb,” with your confirmation he ruts into you with a demanding force, but you and your cunt want more. Sucking him back in deeper each time, and becoming addicted to his pretty sounds.

Jake’s moans eager and determined for more each time. Your bodies scooting across the bar. And when he sees your tits jerk around with his force, he gets even harder. Feeling like his dick grows an inch, when his tip kisses your cervix.

A pleasured pain that you welcome even more. Forgetting about your husband, and just living in the moment with his boyish charm, but hard purposeful thrusts have you seeing stars. He looks towards the door and windows, and gives you a devilish smirk. “If anyone walks by, they’ll see you becoming a dumb fuckdoll every time I punch into you. Where do you feel me?”

A rub on your lower belly, he looks at the bulge, that bubbles up with every stab into you. “Fucking hell, you feel me in your belly, huh? You just needed to be fucked hard and deep. You want for someone to see us?”

“Uh huh,” you pant, tweaking your nipples. Your tits have a steady rhythm of ripples causing Jake to slam into you harder.

“What about if he sees you?” Jake smirks, beginning to jackhammer into you. “Want him to see you become a desperate little slut? Ready to fuck the first man who listened to her.”

“Fuck him,” Jake smiles so big, you see his dimples, making him look even younger than he already did.

“How about you fuck me?” the two of you giggle as he struggles to get the two of you twisted and turned around. Settling back down, you ride on top of him. His fingers dig into your hips, as he shoves you down to take every last inch of him.

Eyes closed, you scream pleasured prayers up to the gods, only barely slowing down. Playing with your nipples, gets your hands pushed off of you, while he lifts up to suck on the pebbled peak. Feeling amazing and light as air when you feel the second mouth, suck on your other tit.

Opening up your eyes, you see both Lloyd and Jake gazing up at you. “What the fuck?” you ask, stopping your movements.

Lloyd pulls his mouth off you with a pop, giving your nipple a few kitten licks before looking at you.

“How does she feel?”

“She may try to deny this, but her pussy has got me in a vice grip.”

“What the hell?” you try to move, but Jake holds you down on him.

“I wanna see what she looks like hugged up against you,” he lifts you up a bit for Lloyd to stare at where the two of you connect. “You’re such a fucking slut, you know that?”

“Y-you were in the bed with another woman,” you look at him confused, and he shrugs.

“Was I? Did you see her face? Jakey here has needed to get laid for quite some time. I owed him a favor. You’re the favor. Does it feel good, Sunshine?”

“Better than you,” reaching both his hands forward, he grips your nipples tightly. You whimper, trying to protest but Jake just laughs.

“There she goes again. You really are a slut.”

Lloyd starts ripping his clothes off before, climbing up behind you. Spitting a line of saliva down to your ass, and he gives your puckered hole a few rubs. Sinking two fingers past your rim, and you beg him to stop. “Oh you’re gonna take it. What feels good, usually hurts in the end, but with time, you’ll enjoy taking both our cocks, and our loads. You wanna be a slut, we’ll treat you like one. Have you leaking of both of us, and walking funny.”

“Our pretty little cumslut. Just gonna fuck you to sleep. And when you wake up,” Jake purrs up at you, letting Lloyd readjust himself when he pulls his fingers out of your virgin hole.

Your head turns back to look at him, saline trails drifting down your cheeks. But with a swipe of his tongue, Lloyd licks them up, before spitting back on your muscled tunnel.

Jake snaps his fingers trying to quit your whining, getting you to look back at him. When it doesn’t work, he slaps on your tit, causing you to yelp, turning to look at him. “When you wake up from being absolutely destroyed, we’ll fuck you back to sleep.”

“Hell,” Lloyd grunts, guiding his dick to your ass, pushing through harshly, and laughing when you sob, needing to rest your head on Jake’s chest. “We’re not going to wait until you wake up. When we want to fuck you, we will. And you,” his voice turns into a strained moan, when he shoves his cock all the way through your throbbing hole.

The three of you a sea of weak sighs, guttural moans, and desperate whimpers. Your body overcome with a pleasured pain of being stuffed so full. “Jake, calm your shit, I feel your cock twitching, you fucking dweeb.”

“I can’t help it. Her cunt is squeezing the life out of me. Relax,” he coos, smoothly running up your thighs. “Breath, and relax. You’re taking us so well. Got you stretched over two fat cocks, and you can’t think, can you?” you don’t answer, your lip just trembles, he gives your tit a sweet kiss, before a gentle nibble.

“Poor baby. Our little slutty baby is at a loss for words. You’re doing so good princess. Each time will get easier. Maybe next time we just spit roast you, huh?”

Lloyd finally pulls out, and begins fucking you. Letting Jake just fill your hole, while he destroys you in a way he’s always wanted. “Need something in her mouth,” Jake places his fingers into your mouth, and your eyes roll to the back of your head. Overwhelmed with pleasure and fullness. “We’ll have to plan better next time,” he grunts out.

“Remember you told me your fantasy. Wanted me and a few others to use you, own your body, and do whatever we wanted? Surprise, Princess. I plan on it. Every fucking day, I plan on using you. Maybe even watch you get used. Fuuuck this feels so fucking good,” he leans his head back, shaking it from side to side. Barreling into you with such purpose.

“Opp!” Jake shouts, when your head droops forward. Literally fucked out when you loose consciousness. “There she goes,” removing his hand, your salvia drips down into his chest.

Lloyd holds your body up a bit more, so Jake can fuck up in you. The two of them pushing and pulling into your heat like their lives depended on it. Fucking into you with a mixture of malice and love. Taking what they came here for. Jake is the first to bust a nut. Spurting deep inside your belly, and even passed out you moan at the added warmth.

Lloyd jackhammers into you, racing for that shocking high. Gritting his teeth, until it becomes too much. Blowing his load, and he pulls out, just to watch the sloppy mess drip out of you, flowing all the way down to Jake. “Oh, I’m gonna love this.”

Jake twists your passed out body to lay on the bar, gathering up everyone’s cum, he shoves it into your mouth.

“Look at how needy she is,” his voice filling back up with a lustful desire to fuck you again, when your lips wrap around his fingers. Sucking off their spend.

“I told you she was a slut for my cock.”

“Looks like she likes mine, too. Here baby,” straddling your head, his softening cock rubs over your lips, and you still want more. With a gasp for air, he pushes past your lips, “Cockslut. You sure two is enough?”

“Let’s get her comfortably stretched out first.”

“She really thought you cheated on her.”

“Yeah, well, I wouldn’t be able to get her to agree to this without it,” Lloyd shrugs. “She’s still thinks she chose to be my wife,” he lets out a wicked laugh at Jake. “Pick her up. Let’s put her back in her gilded cage, that she calls a bedroom.”

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andydrysdalerogers · 2 months

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Undercover ~ Three ~ Coffee

Pairings: Jake Jensen and OFC Samantha Matthews

Jake Jensen hasn't been a civilian in years but now he's undercover to find out why his target is where he is and who he's after.

Enter Sam, someone who Jake doesn't expect and well, he didn't know he was looking for.

Can Jake handle his mission and falling in love? Especially when the truth leads to a bigger mission than expected?

*~* A Jake Jensen Story *~*

Author's note: this story continues after the events of the Losers. I may weave other characters into it but they are all minor. THE TAGLIST IS OPEN.

The playlist is available on Spotify.

cover photo by me! Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Warnings: angst, death, smut, and a bunch of stuff a can’t say because it gives away the plot!

Previous: Two ~ Sam

Story Masterlist // Main Masterlist

The next morning, Jake bounced on his heels at his desk, begging the clock to go faster. He had a date. Was it a date? Was it just bonding? Am I crazy? Jake’s mind began to swirl that he missed when his calendar went off, his 10AM appointment upon him.

“Yo, boss?” Fred pulled Jake out of his mind. “You gonna snooze that or something?”

“Shit, sorry.” Jake hit the keyboard and grabbed his mug. “Going for coffee.” He almost ran to the break room. He slowed down but before he entered, he took a deep breath. “You got this Jakey,” he told himself. He walked in and the room was empty. His shoulders sagged but he still went into the room to pour himself a cup. Maybe she forgot?

“Sorry,” he turned to see Sam there, this time in a black and white polka dot shirt and full black skirt. “Mike had me finish something before I could escape.”

“No, its fine.” Jake smiled at the natural beauty in front of him. “How do you take it?”

She tilted her head. “Excuse me?”

Jake stared at her. “Coffee! I mean, how do you take your coffee?” A faint tinge of pink graced his cheeks.

“Cream and two sugars.” She giggled. “Filter, I get it now.”

“Yeah, I don’t think about it sometimes.” He made the coffee and handed her the mug. “So, I noticed you have a very faint accent.”

“Oh, yeah, I was in England for the first few years before my mum and I moved to New York. She and my dad split, and she moved here. I was actually born here but moved right after and then back when I was about five.”

“Very cool. Do you have any siblings?”

“Older brother. From my dad’s first marriage. Tony. He’s 12 years older than I am.”

“And how old are you? I’m 29.” Sam looked at him curiously until he realized he just asked for a woman’s age. “Shit. Ok, I’m just gonna… yeah.” He turned to leave.

“Twenty-five.” He turned back. “I’m 25, well as of next month.” She smiled as if the question hadn’t bothered her.

Jake was stunned. Most women would have just rebuffed him and moved on. But not Sam. She understood him and for some odd reason, was interested. He didn’t know how to carry on the conversation. “So, any pets?”

“A cat, Bowie.” She took out her phone to show him a picture of a black cat.

“You know cats can make a thousand different sounds, but dogs can only make ten?” Jensen smiled. “Cats, not to be trusted.”

Sam let out peals of laughter which Jake thoroughly enjoyed. “That’s brilliant. No wonder I think Bowie is talking to me.” She looked at her watch. “Dammit. Break is over.”

“Walk you back?”

“Thank you.” The walked side by side until Jake got the courage to speak again. “I liked this. Coffee.”

“Me too. It’s nice to get to know someone.” Sam gave him a beautiful smile. He was just about say something else when he heard…

“Miss Matthews. Coffee break?”

Sam had her back to Mike’s office and grimaced. John Fitzpatrick was coming out of Mike’s office. She plastered what Jake could tell was a fake smile and turned around. “Mr. Fitzgerald, anything you or Mike needed?”

“No darling, thank you. Just checking in on a budgetary matter with Mike.” He finally noticed Jake. “Oh, Jake the IT manager.”

“Mr. Fitzpatrick,” Jake nodded to him. “Uh, Sam, I’ll talk to you later.” He turned on his heel and left, turning the corner out of sight. He stayed close to listen in.

“Well Mike, let me know if you have any questions on that discrepancy…”

“I’ll look into it. Thanks John. Sam, can you come in here please?”

Jake moved to quickly to look like he was going back to his desk when he saw John walk away, a smug look on his face. Jake knew he had about 30 seconds to install the Trojan horse from his computer to the accounting computer and start working through the files. He swiftly inserted the drive and navigated to the network to find the accounting dedicated server. He left his virus and backed out before the security team, well his own team, had detected him.

“Jensen is in,” he mumbled to himself. He took a sip of his coffee and put his hands behind his head. Step one of the mission was complete.

Jake put on his jacket and packed up his gear into his back pack when he heard a knock. He looked up to see Sam with her own jacket on and her bag in hand. “Walk you out?” she offered.

“That was my line. baby.”

Sam blushed at the nickname and smiled shyly at Jake. “Yes, yes it is.”

Jake grinned at her blush. “Walk you out?”

“Lead the way.”

They chatted down to the garage and before Sam could get into her car, Jake cleared his throat. “So, I was wondering, if, I mean, you don’t have to, but, maybe, if you want…”

“I would love to get a drink with you, Jake.” Sam’s eyes shone as Jake looked down at her.

“Good, I mean, yeah, so tomorrow?”

“Sure, I can meet you at the bar, Sara Lee’s at 7?”

“Yes absolutely. But I’ll still get coffee with you tomorrow, right?”

“Of course. Good night Jake.”

“Good night, Sam.” He opened the door for her. “Wait, the bar is really called Sara Lee’s?”

“Yep,” with a pop. “Because nobody does it like Sara Lee’s.” She shot him a wink and a smile and got in.

Jake smiled and watched as she drove off. “So that’s why you haven’t answered any text.”

Jake jumped in the air. “Jesus, Pooch don’t do that.”

Pooch laughed as the rest of the Losers approached. “We’re just checking in. The garage is secure?” Clay said.

“Yeah, I looped the camera for the next 20 minutes,” Jake said as he looked around. “I planted the Trojan horse through a back door and its been running to check for anything on Fitzgerald’s computer. We need a way to tap any personal computers or data pads he may have at home.”

“Have you made contact with him?”

“Yeah, we met in the break room. He’s a douche.” Jake sniffed.

“And the girl?” Clay studied his man. “Who is she?”

“Sam Matthews. Samantha. She’s the assistant for my VP, Mike Anderson.”

“Uh huh.” Pooch smirked. “She’s cute.”

“She’s beautiful,” Jake automatically responds and then turns beet red. “I mean…”

Clay laughs. “Nothing wrong with dating if it keeps up your cover. And she is beautiful.”

Jensen could feel himself being red all over when Aisha came up to him. “Just be yourself Jake. She already likes you, you don’t have to be over the top.”

“Thank Aisha.” Jake rubbed the back of his head. “I gotta go. I have dinner with my family. Friday?”

“Friday. Good work Jensen,” Clay patted his back.

Jake drove to his parents’ house, lost in thought. He was supposed to just be on a mission, get the bad guy, not meet the girl of his dreams. Sam is, for all intents and purposes, perfect. As he pulled into the driveway, he parked and leaned his head back, closing his eyes. All he could see was Sam. Her beautiful face, full, kissable lips. He sighed, wishing he could see her now. He could imagine, cupping her face, staring deep into those beautiful eyes before he leaned down and...

Knock, knock, knock.

Jake jumped as he looked out the window and saw his mom, Laura, right outside. He opened the door and climbed out. “Everything alright Jakey?”

“I’m fine Mom. Just tired.” He hugged her and put his arm around her, leading her back to the house. “How was your day?”

“Oh, good, Savvy called. Everyone is feeling better. They invited us to the house this weekend. Boston in the fall is just beautiful.”

“That’s great Ma.” Jake looked around. “Hey dad.”

Adam looked up from the TV. “Hey son.” His attention went back to the TV.

“Adam, turn that off, honestly. Your only child comes for dinner and that’s how you act?” Laura had her hands on her hip. Adam sighed as he turned it off and hauled himself off the couch to hug his son. “Dinner is about ready.”

“Whatcha making?” Jake sniffed the air.

“Pot roast and mash.”

Jake groaned with delight. “That is definitely something I missed Ma; your cooking.” He sat on his spot at the table, his father at his as his mother dished up the food. They ate in silence for a moment before Laura cleared her throat.

“So how is the new job going? Do you like it enough to stay around?”

Jake choked slightly. “Uh, yeah, I like it. I don’t know if I’ll stay yet.” He felt his ears get red which his father noticed.

“Who’s the girl?”

Jake really choked this time and Adam jumped up to clap him on the back. After a swallow of water, Jake turned to his dad. “How did…”

“You get red, just like I do when I talked about your mother in the beginning. So, who is she?”

Jake flushed. “Her name is Sam. Samantha. She is my boss’s assistant. She’s just…” he sighed… “amazing.”

Laura smiled. “Pretty?”

“Beautiful Ma, just beautiful. And she likes me too. Asked me to a drink down at Sara Lee’s.”

“Nobody does drinks like Sara Lee’s,” Adam said with a smirk. “Are you respectful?”

“Of course dad, just like you taught me. She’s got this long hair that’s kinda golden at the tips and these beautiful eyes. A really subtle accent, English, but she is just...” he blew out his breath, “amazing.”

“Aww, my baby boy has a crush on a girl.” Laura pinched his cheek and Jake jerked his head away.

“Ma! Seriously!”

Adam just laughed. The blush on his son’s cheek was enough to tell him that this girl was special.

Sam was reading in her living room when her phone rang. She picked it up and smiled. “Hi papa.”

“Hello my princess. How are you?”

“I’m good, just reading.” Sam smiled. “How are you?”

“I’m good princess. Just learning to be retired. Your brother is handling the job for the most part.”

“That’s good. I know Tony will be great.” Sam chewed her lip. Her father’s business was not something she liked to talk about. “So when are you coming to visit me?”

“Samantha, you know how hard it is for me to travel. It would be bringing unwanted attention.”

She frowned. “I know. I just thought I would ask.”

“How is your mother?” Having her father change topics was a sign.

“She’s good, dating a painter, I think. I haven’t spoken to her in a couple of days.”

“And you? Anyone special?”

Sam blushed. “Well, there is one guy...”

“Interesting.” She could hear a muffled voice in the background. “I’m sorry princess, I have to go. Just be careful please. You are still precious, remember that.”

“I know papa. I love you.”

“I love you. Talk later. Oh, and try to call your brother.”

“My brother hates me, remember?”

She heard her father sigh. “No, he doesn’t. He’s just upset at my actions. I speak to you later.”

“Yeah, ok. Bye papa.”

“Bye princess.”

Sam stared at her phone after she hung up. She and Anthony had a tumultuous relationship due to their father having an affair with her mother. To be fair, Anthony’s mother had died a couple of years prior but that didn’t stop Anthony from resenting Sam. She sighed and sent a message.

Sam: I still love you, big brother

After no response, she got ready for bed when her phone ding.

Jake: Sweet dreams princess

At that Sam smiled.

Sam: See you there

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Blinded by the Fog Part 4

Characters: Captain Syverson and Reader. Mention of Jake Jensen and Cougar Pairings: Jake Jensen x Reader Word count: 3061 Type: angst and fluff Warning: 18+. Minors DNI. Loss of spouse and found family. drinking, swearing. Therapy/ emotional baggage type language. Vague mention of shitty childhood for reader.

Summary: Aaran Syverson effortlessly just became a regular part of your life. AKA Sy completely becomes reader's emotional support bear.

Author's Note: Therapeutic terms, emotional baggage, reluctance to ask for help and hesitancy to accept it in this chapter are straight out of my own mental health journey. Write what you know, right? Thank you to @adulting-sucks for her continued support, especially when I want to chuck this whole thing in the trash and never look at it again.

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Part 3

Aaran Syverson effortlessly just became a regular part of your life, same as Jolene and Madre and Aubrey. He checked in on you each day over the next few weeks, always by text and usually also in person most days. You slid easily into a friendship with him, enjoying his company. And you didn’t find yourself unexpectedly at the bottom of a bottle again. Although you both skirted the issue of why you drank so heavily that day, Sy managed to keep you held together.

You even allowed him to help care for you, though some days you were more reluctant than others. As if he read your mind about your struggle with the overwhelming sense of dread at the thought of a lonely evening meal, you had dinner together at least once every couple days, depending on work schedules. Some days you cooked, some days he either brought food he then cooked in your kitchen or take-out, and more than once you shared food from Cougar’s mom after one of you checked in on her.

It had been mostly clear sailing for about a month after meeting Sy until you hit a rough patch at the end of a hard week of work. Things went sideways on a huge project, and you were left to pick up the pieces. You managed to keep your shit together until Friday, trying hard to neither crack at work nor in front of your new best friend. To make it worse, your brain repeatedly reminded you that Jake would have known something was wrong and how best to help you without you even needing to ask. This stirred up a huge uncomfortable knot of dread in your belly at the thought of going to your empty home. Your brain and heart swirled with that and so many other thoughts and memories of Your Forever.

The sun was setting on Friday as you sat in the parking lot at work with your head resting on the steering wheel of your car long after everyone else left for the day, your head pounding and your heart racing with the anxiety of going home to your empty house, having to face another night without Jake. The unexpected ring of your cell startled you, making you jump, and gasp, hand landing on your chest to keep your heart in your rib cage. You tried to catch your breath as the phone silenced only to have it ring again. You grabbed for your bag, pulling the piece of technology out to see Sy’s name on the screen.

Drawing in a calming breath, you answered. "Hey,” your voice was tiny, barely keeping tears at bay.

“Hey, you ok?" Sy sounded immediately concerned. “Where are you?"

You gulped back a soft sob. "At work." You kept it short and sweet, leaving out all the other details.

"Oh,” There was a beat of silence. “They need you this late on a Friday night?"

It was your turn to be quiet. Then you remembered.

“Oh shit!” you gasped, your hand cupping your leaking eyes. “We were supposed to….fuck are you at my house?”

“Maybe,” he confessed.

Tears flowed quicker as you realized you were a horrible person. Your self involved thoughts kept you from keeping your plans of pizza and a dumb ass movie. Sy didn’t deserve that from you, no one deserved that from you. “I’m sorry,” you barely squeaked out. “So sor-"

“Oh hey hey hey, sweets," Sy shushed you. “I get work needing you."

You sobbed louder into the phone. “No," you mutter, unable to catch your breath. “No. I’m sorry. I’m just sitting here. I can’t… I just can’t go home…not.."

“Baby, it’s ok.” You heard the unmistakable sound of his truck door closing in the background. “Really,” he continued as the engine rumbled to life. “Stay there and I’ll come get you, and we will figure out everything after that.”

Your head shook even though Sy could not see you. “No no,” you started to protest.

“Whut??” Sy yelled into the phone. “I can’t hear you.” He made static noises with his mouth. “I’ll be there soon.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as the connection went dead. Tossing your phone into the passenger seat, you flipped down the sun visor and opened the vanity mirror, looking to see how bad you looked after crying for nearly 2 hours. As you patted your cheeks with a spare napkin, you tried to make the red around your eyes disappear. You suddenly felt guilty for caring what you looked like before Sy got to you. You tried to reason with yourself that you would be as concerned if Madre or Jolene were coming to get you. You didn’t want to look like a mess in front of anyone.

A tiny voice in the back of your mind reminded you that Sy was an attractive man. You told that voice to fuck off, that attractive men had women friends. You needed a friend, and Sy wanted to help. You and Sy were friends. You were allowed to be friends with a man. You were allowed to develop a new friendship with someone your deceased husband never knew. There was zero wrong with it. The end.

Thy doth protest too much, the voice insisted.

The rumble of Sy’s truck silenced your inner debate for the moment. Glancing quickly at the giant behemoth entering the parking lot, you gave yourself one more once over in the mirror before flipping the sunshade back into place just in time as he pulled up next to you despite having the whole lot to park. You gave him a small smile as you rolled your window down, figuring he was going to do the same. Instead he turned off the truck and got out, taking one long legged stride over to you. You ignored your belly flip flop as he set his forearm on the roof of your car and leaned down, instead blaming it on the unmistakable scent emanating from him-pizza.

“You save me at least one slice?” you asked, teasingly, hoping to distract him from your panic attack and red tinged cheeks at the inner debate that happened moments earlier.

Sy smirked. “Only one.” He reached for the handle of your door. “C’mon, let’s go to my house, and we can eat pizza and watch a movie there as well as we can at yours,” he suggested, opening it. You had never been to his place in the time you had spent together, him always coming to your home. And you had to admit you were curious what it looked like.

You rolled the windows up in your car, and grabbed your bag and phone, stepping out. Sy shut the door as soon as you were clear and you hit the lock on your key fob. With a contagious smile, Sy stepped towards you, his arms open, looking to swallow you into his embrace. The panic suddenly swirled back through your veins with a vengeance. “Don’t.” Your hand wedged between your bodies, heart rate spiking, your breathing shallow. You didn’t miss the look of hurt that flashed across Sy’s eyes at your denial as he looked from your hand to your face. “I’m sorry,” you tried, your voice suddenly so weary. “I just… my shit is barely contained. If you touch me, I don’t know if I’ll ever stop crying.” You take a deep breath as you see understanding replace pain, your stance breaks, your body relaxing, your hand dropping. “And then the world will flood and it’ll be all your fault.”

“Seeings as my name isn’t Noah and all,” he teased you, redirecting his body to shepherd you around the truck. Opening the passenger door, he offered you a hand up into the truck that was bigger than all the vehicles you ever owned all rolled into one.

The ride to Sy’s home was mostly filled with comfortable silence. You could tell he wanted to ask what happened but he luckily did not. You were very thankful he was as he was, not pushing you to talk about whatever was going on in your head . You leaned on the window, allowing the cool of the glass to soothe you some. Your vision softened and you really didn’t pay attention to where you were going as you forced yourself to settle into the reassurance of Sy’s presence. He had you.

The pitter patter of rain against the windshield drew your mind back to the present. It was about then the truck pulled into what you guessed was a driveway, and you realized you had no idea where you were, even though it didn't seem like you had been in the truck all that long. Through the smattering of rain on the window, you were greeted by the cutest classic 1900s farmhouse.

“Oh my god,” you gasped at the home. You weren’t sure what you were expecting Sy to live in but now that you were here you had no doubt this was perfectly him. Clapboard siding painted white, simple porch with black wooden columns, black gingerbread accents, and black rocking chairs adorning it. With a beautiful lawn filled with trees and a smattering of well placed flowers and plants, it seemed like it was a picture ripped out of a textbook of American historical architecture.

“You like it?” he asked, not hiding his pleasure in your delight.

Forgetting about the rain, you opened the door to the truck to get a closer look only to be halted by the droplets hitting your face. “Like it? I love it!” you gushed, pulling the door shut, glancing at the man who seemed pleased as punch at your approval. “This is amazing!”

“You should have seen it when I bought it,” he joked. “Absolute train wreck, unlivable. Uninhabitable.”

“You did all this?” you asked.

Giving you a half smile that allowed a hint of dimple to appear at the edge of his beard, Sy seemed to dip his head in brief shyness, or at least humbleness. “Yeah. When I’m not deployed. It's like my form of therapy,” he admitted. “Making something old look new again. I like working with my hands. I did all of it but the electrical, that I called a professional in to do.”

“Aaran, this is amazing.” All of your troubles of the past week disappeared from your shoulders as the two of you got out of the truck and ran for the front porch, well ran as fast as your work shoes would allow you. Sy held the pizza above your head trying to keep as much of the rain off of you as possible.

Once safely inside, your amazement and awe continued. The interior was a mix of historic and modern, the perfect mix if you were honest. Toeing off his boots, Sy hung his keys by the door, and carried the pizza past you as you kicked off your shoes to place them next to his wet boots on a mat by the door. “Make yourself at home,” he announced as he wandered into the next room.

You glanced at the pictures on the wall, mostly family you assumed by the similar features of the folks you were looking at. You were staring at a photo of Sy and Cougar’s basic training class trying to pick the two men out of the crowd when Aaran reappeared next to you. “Any luck?” he laughed beside you, knowing what you were doing.

“No!” you gasped over exasperatedly. Admittedly it has been over 10 years and a lifetime ago. “Help me?” you ask, eyes never leaving the photo.

Sy’s finger quickly picked out Cougar, and you cursed yourself for not seeing the resemblance. “Maybe it's cuz he’s missing his hat,” you surmised out loud, making you both laugh softly. The laughter caught in your throat the following second as you realized your friend was gone, the levity getting wrapped up in the lump of guilt that suddenly appeared in your throat at the realization that you were having a pleasant moment when you lost your husband and your family so so so recently.

“They’d want us to be ok, they’d laugh with us,” Sy sagely told you with a soft voice, his fingers brushing against your wrist. “Hell they are laughing with us if you believe in heaven.”

You know his words were meant to soothe you, you know he had all the best intentions, but his sentiment instead made the tears reappear in your eyes, that knot of pain filling your stomach again. “Oh, baby,” he said softly, his hands wrapping around your upper arms, pulling you into his embrace. “I am sorry,” he muttered into the top of your head as you sobbed into his chest. “I am so sorry for your pain. I wish I could take it from you.”

The two of you stood like that for what seemed like an eternity until your replenished tears dried up. With an unladylike hiccup, you stepped back, wiping at your eyes. “God, I am sorry, Aaran,” you started, looking at yet another wet spot you had left on his chest.

“For what?” he asked. “You have absolutely nothing to apologize for.” You looked up at him, and saw the wet lashes framing his eyes.

“Yes I do!” you insisted, pulling back further from him. “My silliness is making you sad.” You try to move away from him suddenly feeling very suffocating and embarrassed by your lack of decorum, ducking your head to hide further.

His face came into your peripheral view. “Hey,” Sy reached out and cupped the back of your arms, keeping you in place. “Look at me,” he quietly commanded when you refused to meet his eyes. When you did so, you saw his eyes swirl with emotion, several different ones spinning by in the sea of his beautiful irises. Irises that suddenly reminded you some of your husband, but yet different all the same.

Aaran gave you a small smile. “I lost someone I loved in that crash, remember?” Tears filled your vision, and you saw the same eddying in his eyes. “And your emotions are not silly,” he carefully insisted. “Never apologize for having emotions, especially around me. Never temper your emotions to make someone else more comfortable.”

You almost winced as he hit on a shockingly exposed nerve. “You sound like a shrink,” you teased, sarcasm your automatic response to vulnerability. All you had ever done in your life was push your emotions to the side, help others with theirs, but never address your own. You were never taught to properly express them and literally no one had ever given you permission to feel them either. Jake never forced you to hide them, but you realized now you never truly allowed yourself to be completely honest and open with him about them, the trauma of your own upbringing keeping you from showing any emotion at all, simply shoveling it deeper inside, hiding it from the world like a horrible dark secret

“I've seen enough of them over the years I should,” Sy joked, wiping the back of his hand over his eyes. “Here,” he abruptly changed the topic, holding out a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. You glanced up at his face before accepting the soft clothing. “Thought you’d prefer to get out of your stuffy work stuff and be comfortable.”

With a nod, you tucked the clothes under an arm and reached for your bag. “Bathroom?”

Sy pointed you in the right direction. “You care what movie we watch?”

“Something mindless,” you said over your shoulder as you head down the hallway.

You reemerged from the bathroom about ten minutes later, dressed in your borrowed clothes, face cleaned of all traces of make up and tears. Hanging your clothes and bag on a coat hook, you meandered into the living room. Sy smiled softly at you from the couch, his eyes taking you in from head to toe. The clothes were too big for you, you were lucky the sweats had elastic in the ankles so you didn’t trip over them, and the shirt, it hung well past your hips.

“Feel better,” he asked as you sat on the end opposite him. He held out an open beer to you. Taking it, you nodded. “A little bit,” you admitted before taking a sip. “So, what are we watching?”

Grabbing a remote from beside the pizza box, Sy grinned. “Figured I’d go with a classic. Big Trouble in Little China.”

“I haven’t seen that in ages,” you admitted, grabbing for a napkin and a slice of pizza as he pressed play. You had to admit it was a good choice. You were both able to relax into a comfortable silence as you ate. Every once in a while Sy muttered along with one of Jack Burton’s lines of wisdom- “Yes sir, the check is in the mail” - making you snort softly, reminding you a bit of Jake and his own movie quoting habit. Soon you found yourself with a full belly, a relaxed mind and curling into the arm of the couch, your cold toes tucked under the edge of Sy’s thigh, his hand on your ankle, a blanket thrown over your always cold legs. It wasn’t long after Jack Burton (and Sy) announced that “If we aren’t back by dawn, call the President” that your eyes drifted shut. The week finally caught up with you, and you were quick to drop into a deep sleep, something you hadn’t been able to do since Jake left on the mission all those months ago.

You slept through the rest of the movie, hardly stirring a little. You missed Sy turning off the video when it finished. You also didn’t register him picking you up, carrying you down the hall and through the darkened doorway of a bedroom. You didn’t realize you had curled your fingers into his shirt when he tried to stand after putting you on the comfortable bed, nor did you notice your soft mutters of “Ni-night, Jakey” and “I love you.”

But Sy didn’t miss any of it as his heart broke just a little more for you as you happily hummed at his whisper of a kiss your temple to distract you as he gently removed your fingers from his shirt before pulling a warm blanket over you.

“Ni-night, baby.”

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