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brainrot for dilf!jake always calling his mate "kid" to the point when they're adapting to the metkayina, the village is mistaken that she's his actual child, like he calls kiri babygirl, they all assume he's affectionate with his children and don't know any better, and slightly bimbo reader like "everyone in the village is so nice, they're giving me so many gifts!" not realizing they're trying to court her, so jake being jake finds the need to remind her of her place and let everyone know that they're mates

thinking many thoughts...

Jake only started noticing the various jewelry and picked flowers are strewn about your hammock when you'd came home one day after swimming with Tuk, a pearl hung around your neck.

You let Tuk run off, sitting down to cut fruit when Jake made his way over to your seated form.

Standing above you, he runs his fingers over the leather band, running the pad of his thumb over the pearl. Placing your knife to the floor you look up at him with a soft smile.

"Where'd you get this?" clicks his tongue, ears bent back some.

you look to the pearl in his hand, "Oh! one of the Metkayina gave it to me," you cup your hand around his larger one, "Said it deserved to be worn by someone pretty."

Jake's ears flatten at that, still playing with the beaded jewelry before he shakes his head, "they tryin' to court you, kid."

Immediately your ears perk up, "but I'm already mated," you scoff lightly, gesturing to Jake.

"I don't think they know that," Jake hisses, "take it off." And you know to follow immediately, pulling the necklace off to hand to him.

Jake throws the accessory to the side before pushing his hand into your chest, pressing you into the ground.

"Think daddy needs to get you fucked out again, huh," he grabs your jaw, pulling you upwards to smell you, "fuckin christ," he rolls his eyes through a growl, "smell like that idiot n'everything."

You don't say anything, letting him maneuver you onto your hands and knees. Jake stands above you, either thigh pressing into your own.

"Not gonna say anything?" He yanks at the base of your braid and you hiss through a hurt whine.

"M'sorry, m'sorry!" You fall to your forearms, "thought he knew–" you're cut off by a harsh slap to the flesh of your ass.

Jake grabs your jaw again, pulling you back some to meet his eyes, "you're gonna get this little pussy fucked, and you're gonna keep your fuckin' trap shut." He hooks two fingers into your cunt with a groan. "Jesus, you're so tight." Jake presses the tip of his cock against your folds and you moan beneath him, grabbing a small hand at his ankle.

He sinks into you with a strained hiss, pressing his chest to your back to fill you completely. "Gonna have you walkin' around all swollen and pretty," Jake kisses at your cheek, pulling out some to thrust right back into your heat.

You squeal at that, walls tightening around him and Jake chuckles from above you, reaching a hand under your chest to hold you up by your neck.

"Fucker won't try that shit again," Jake growls, "smell me on ya from a mile away, huh, sweetheart. "

You nod in his grasp, crying softly when he speeds up some, balls hitting your soft folds.

"God, you're fuckin' unreal," he drops your neck to press you into the floor, grabbing your braid to connect with his own.

The instant bond makes your eyes roll back and your walls clench around the swell of him. Jake plants his hands on the floor beside your head, sinking to the hilt with a shiver, "m'gonna cum, kid."

He drops his head to your shoulder blades, watching his length slide in and out of you. And he fills you with a heated groan, pushing himself so deep you cry and grab at the floor to ground yourself.

Jake stays like that for a while, pressing soft kisses to the base of your neck and shoulders before pulling out of your heat with a shivered hiss.

"Such a good girl." Jake cooes, helping you to the ground. He slots himself behind you, running a hand up and down your shaky thighs.

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In time, you're heavy and swollen and tired. Doing the most you can to help around the clan to not feel completely unable of the activities you once enjoyed. Yet at times, Jake catches you doing something he deems unfit and you're getting hissed at and sent to what you refer to as 'time out.'

So you'd settled on wandering about the clan, collecting seashells and petting the Ilu that swam up to shallow waters.

One day, you'd been out among the beach, watching Kiri and Tuk in the water when you notcied Jake making his way over to you.

"Hi there pretty girl," he cupped you to his chest, kissing your temple. "Whatcha doin' out here, hm?"

"Watching the girls play," you giggled, eyes still focused on the two of them jumping into the water.

Jake kept your back pressed to his chest, scanning the area when his eyes caught a male Metkayina, not much younger than him, who'd been staring at you.

Narrowing his eyes, Jake pressed a kiss to the back of your head, shifting slightly to block the other na'vi's view of you. Bringing a hand up to rub over the length of your middle, "look so pretty carrying my baby, sweetheart," Jake cooed, kissing your jaw gently.

You looked up at him with a smile, letting Jake cup your head to his chest, fondling the shells of the new necklace he'd put around your neck only a few days after you'd found out you were pregnant.

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I‘m going absolutely feral over this

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Not a request (unless you want it to be)! but imagine avatar!reader showing neytiri a little girl on girl action (scissoring) cause Jake's been too busy with the whole clan leader thing to please her 🫣

this had to get its own little moment

a/n: I love her I had to write this when I got it something about her makes me swoon. She has so many layers and she is my queen. I finally formatted it. Not proofread yet oop

pairing(s): Neytiri te Tskaha Mo'at'ite x f!Reader, extremely brief Jake Sully x f!Reader

word count: ~2k

warnings: NSFW / MDNI Caught, Scissoring / Tribbing, Switch x switch couple, Pregnant Neytiri bc she’s a milf it’s more so a plot point then focused on, Praise kink (receiving), Neytiri doesn’t really know what she’s doing but your enthusiasm makes up for it

Neytiri couldn’t understand why she was sitting here complaining to you. Things had finally been peaceful. She should be thankful for the way her people have risen from ashes, for having such a strong competent mate and a mother who knew what was best for the people. She still had a family to support her and a beautiful planet that was at least safe for now.

She should be at ease but she’s not. She’s frustrated and antsy. Maybe it was because she was pregnant enough to be left behind in things she felt needed her attention. Maybe she didn’t actually care about all of that and the sun was just too hot but she couldn’t shake all the bitter moments that had accumulated throughout the week and led her to this very moment. Sat by a stream not so far from the village enjoying lunch with her best friend. Though she loved your daily walks, but even your company didn’t soothe the anger she ultimately has decided all boiled down to Jake.

“All he does is work!” She snaps at you plopping a round berry in her mouth.

For a second you flinch as if you’re the one she’s scolding for neglecting you. You’re thankful you’re not at the receiving end of her sour mood as she rants about how annoying her day has been to you.

“Well, he’s dealing with a lot of guilt I’m sure. Men think too much and get stuck in their own brains.” You shrug as you finish peeling her fruit for her, trying to ease her foul mood while not throwing the friend you greatly admired under the bus.

She thinks it’s sweet how you’re always looking to help her.

Jake had given you the order to look out for her and you did the most to make sure you met his expectations- like the good little ex-SEAL you were. She thought it was cute that you were so eager to please. Listened to orders so well.

“I’m dealing with the weight of his tsawl txìm ‘evi,”

Big ass kid. Her joking comment makes you bark out a laugh and throw your head back as you swat at one of her sore legs that lay across your legs.

“Better hope he doesn’t have his father's big ass head,”

You make her laugh. She likes that she doesn’t have to act properly around you. She didn’t have to be nice. She felt she could act her age. Act like she wasn’t Tsakarem. That you guys weren’t aliens who had lived a whole over life before you chose this. That her non-native mate wasn’t tasked with rebuilding the world around her with the help of her mother while Neytiri was forced to focus’s on being pregnant.

She thought that preparing for motherhood would leave her in isolation and drive her into a solitary pit of despair in her own thoughts- but yet here you were. Like her little shadow. Always there to keep her from feeling so alone. You were a good listener too. You didn’t talk much- would just let her ramble about however she felt so she didn’t have to keep it in and go insane with grief. It’s why she trusted you so much.

“I’ll never have another child again,” She rolls her eyes as she wiggles her sore calf over your lap again,

“Please; continue.”

You smile softly at her, returning to rubbing her swollen calf and thigh that you had previously neglected to peel a particularly rough citrus-like fruit for her.

She can talk about anything to you, and you’ll nod and joke along because ultimately she’s your best friend. You think she’s interesting and you care about the way she feels. That’s probably why she likes you so much right now. Your hands on her anyways.

She tries to occupy herself with the citrus that dances across her tongue but all she can feel is the pad of your thumb massaging her swollen thigh.

“Let me sit up so I can get your other leg and hips.”

Her tail flicks as you move past your leg to sit on your knees. She really hates Jake right now. For how tired he is. He always makes it up to her but had he not been so busy she wouldn’t have been so enticed by the swift movement of your hands against her sapphire skin.

She can swear you’re teasing her on purpose. The way you prop yourself on your knees and annunciate the pretty dip of your hips. Neytiri can’t help but shift and open her legs a bit more. to give you more room between her. She’d say she was getting comfortable but she isn’t stupid. She knows you know it too. You’re terrible at controlling your body language. It’s almost rude how quickly your tail twisting behind you and the way your ears are pointed right towards her.

Your nose crinkles in concentration as you move her leg to rest on your full hips while your thumb instantly moves to push a firm long stroke up the side of her thigh. The feeling shoots across her nerves and she sighs at the alleviation of pain in her hips. It almost makes her forget how much you had turned her on.

“You’re blessed,” She’s shocked at how quickly your palms pressed running across her sore muscles has begun to ease her tight hips and her sour mood, “You’re doing so good,”

She’s thankful you’re so easily appeased. Tail swishing behind you as you rub where her leg met her hip. She’d encourage you the rest of the day if it meant you didn’t stop.

“I have one order, gotta keep you from killin’ Jake during the day,” a giggle falls from your lips.

You lose good girl points at the mention of Jakes name and for the fact that you tease her for her temper. It is Jakes fault she was so irritated today. You knew that. It was obvious how needy she was for intimacy. Jake was as perfect as he could be to her- he was just so busy. You know she didn’t have the heart to complain to her mate that she was horny and lonely when he was carrying such a burden. You could chalk her well-hidden desperation up to her being pregnant but your face flushes at the thought that maybe she just liked you a little bit. You can’t stop your silly smile at the fact that her hips widen and relax even more when you switch over to her opposite leg. One leg lay lazily on the ground while your knead your hands against her flesh.

“Am I helping the pain a little?”

And though you’re asking her a question you’re not looking up at her from your position between her legs. Too busy watching your hands paw at her swollen hips and thighs.

You’re sweet to her. It’s why she controls the motion of her tail snapping up off the ground to smack right up against what she hopes is just as needy and wet as she is.

You yelp and it makes her laugh and though you’ve been half purposely touching her in the hope she’d recuperate your touches you’re almost shocked at the outcome.

“Why are you wet, huh?”

She hopes her words work you up but the fact that your eyes shoot to hers for only a second before looking down to her core ignites her own needy breath.

“I- uh… I dunno I haven’t had sex since I’ve been on earth… like seven years ago.” It sounded like a long time- five years and some months of those if those years were actually getting to Pandora- and it felt like a nap to you. You still miss it obviously- a little too much as she reaches her fingers to caress your wrist and it has you humming.

She laughs at you of course. Making fun of you even though she knew only the rudimental outside of Jake.

“You’re also very pretty,” your quick addition accompanies a charming smile.

She can tell you admire Jake so much at this moment. You match his same entranced pretty smile. Wide eyes looking all too eagerly up at her.

“You’re very pretty too,”

Your thumb runs under the lining of her tweng as she compliments you back and you practically purr at the soft and wet feeling her lips greet you with.

“Does it hurt here too?” You ask her, and though it’s half in jest she nods.

“Terribly. You’ll have to help me.”

You’re a bit nervous when she reaches her hand down to untie her bottoms. it’s not until her other hand touches your hip that you snap out of your own thoughts.

“I’m afraid I’m a bit clueless though,”

There’s that pretty charming quip in her voice that reminds you she’s a princess and it makes your legs clench but ultimately calms you down over the fact that she can’t really judge your performance.

“I can show you,” you didn’t know why she made you nervous; “It’ll feel good for both of us,”

She just grins and pulls at one of the strings of your bottoms that you’re cursing for being as intricately worn as they are.

She can’t help but dance her hands down your exposed skin and admire how excited you seemed to be at the prospect of relief.

She’s not even all that pregnant yet and you’re still so gentle as to carefully position your leg to avoid her.

You sit against her a little too quickly, plopping down flush against her own swollen slit out of pure excitement before jolting back up slightly. Just allowing your swollen clits to touch.

It’s not that Neytiri didn’t figure this is how women who mated with other women slept together- but no one ever talked about it. She had heard whispers of women preoccupying themselves during heats, but she was clueless as to how it actually happened or how it could possibly feel good.

Then, however, you started rocking your hips forward a little. She finally got the appeal of the feather light weight you started with. How enthusiastically and quickly you rub yourself against her is hypnotizing. She feels bad for being so into the way your dragging across the wetness between your bodies considering she has Jake but she can’t ignore how nice this is. She wonders which one of you is responsible for the mess- she can believe it’s her- it wouldn’t shock her in the least. Even though your eyes have already started to close as you nestled your face into her leg you used to balance yourself and your hip's movements stutter and messily ruin the steady build towards both of your orgasms every time you feel too close to cumming.

The feeling of you gliding your warm cunt against her swollen clit has her sighing in lenience. If your careful hands rubbing at her hips and thighs didn’t alleviate the pain she felt before then the way you forced her to focus on the desire to cum has cured it.

“Mmm. You’re doing so good for me- ya you’re right- fe’els good.“ she choked on her own pant as she tries to sit up slightly so she can touch your tail, “Go faster please,”

One hand plays with your nipple as the other uses her outstretched legs as an anchor to grind yourself down onto her at the speeds she requests.

The fact that you turn to look at her but instead get distracted by the oscillation of her full breasts has her hips rolling up to meet you.

“Oh-ohhhh,” and she feels your fall forward at her intrusion as to brace yourself onto your hands. She’s so thankful you were so flexible. So easy for you to loosen your hips open a little more and fuck yourself down onto her.

She felt so good. So much better than what you thought dragging your clit against hers would feel like. You get why Jake folded and betrayed everyone so easily. Her nails running across your thigh or back haphazardly in conjunction with the way you feel your clit slot up against hers makes you shutter.

You really hope you aren’t setting a bad example. You hope she’s feeling just as good as you are, it’s hard for you to turn your head to face her so you focus your energy on making sure your grind down accurately.

You try not to be sloppy- you do the best you can even though she whines and makes you want cum before she could.

You thank Eywa when you feel her nails dig into your hips and the gush of her pussy against yours.

Your, “Oh fuck- fucking hell,” is less ceremonious then her moans but you can’t help it when the added slickness of her orgasm makes it all too easy to trib yourself down against her and chase your own high.

You thank divine timing for finishing just in time for your heart to drop into your stomach at the sound of someone crossing the tree line,

“Huh, woulda’ get a load of this,”

A gruff masculine voice that you now vividly recall giving you the order to watch out for his wife- not scissor yourself between her thighs and fuck her.

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lost focus & had a consensual workplace relationship

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He was crying, screaming, throwing up before it was even a phrase

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(Spoilers for a 17 year old movie) My interpretation of Jack's death in Brokeback Mountain is that he really did die in a freak accident and his wife was telling the truth to Ennis. Ennis has simply been so traumatized by his childhood memory of witnessing the aftermath of a homophobic hate crime that it's immediately what his mind jumped to upon hearing about his death. The bittersweetness of the film's ending is Ennis being able to overcome this image he has of Jack as being a victim and their relationship as something shameful - by meeting Jack's (relatively) accepting parents and keeping their shirts as an heirloom. By the end of the movie Ennis has come to view Jack as a lover he will never forget, kept safe and cherished within his heart and memories (hence the shirt switch symbolism). The final triumph of the film is that Jack will not be remembered as a victim to Ennis, but as his true love.

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21 FILMS OF THE 21ST CENTURY Brokeback Mountain (2005) dir. Ang Lee

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the thing about brokeback mountain is that Ennis wanted to survive but Jack wanted to live. and can you blame them? you can't blame either of them

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first of all WHO is asking this second why did they say jake gyllenhaal and not jack twist

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i don’t care about straight actors playing queer people in media all i care about is if theyre going to put their whole pussy into it. tom hardy of course ive had gay sex im an actor. keanu reeves and river phoenix going to gay clubs in seattle and making out in public. heath ledger almost breaking jake gyllenhal’s nose because he kissed him too hard. when will actors do this again.

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I can't be the only one who's thought about DilfJake and spanking. The man is for discipline and would not have a problem with correcting his tiny human's behavior.

I am going rather insane for this ideer cus he would be concerned with keeping you safe and you just can't help yourself from acting on last minute decisions sometimes and he's just a stressed out dad trying to keep everyone safe!!

Jake's got you bent over his big lap, bottom already raw from the heat of his palm. You'd been bed. very, very bad. Ignoring his directions during an ambush was a big 'no, no' and all though you meant well, it didn't take away from the fact that you'd deliberately went against what he'd expected from you.

"Gonna keep actin' like a spoiled brat, m'gonna treat ya like one." his voice is laced with heat as he brings a hand down to your bottom again, giving you no time to adjust before he's spanking you again.

You can tell he's holding back from actually hurting you, not placing the entirety of his palm onto you but the sting is still there, and you'll defiently have bruises littered over your thighs and plush cheeks in the morning.

Jake slaps his hand down onto your bottom again, using his other hand to grab your jaw, pulling your head up when you try to hide in the crook of your arms.

"What are you not gonna do?" he leans over to look at your flushed expression - your cheeks are soaked in tears and your hair's stuck to your forehead. You can only sob and he squeezes the fat of your ass, the burn from his hits coming back in full. "What are you not gonna fuckin' do?" he asks again through clenched teeth.

"Ignore your orders, daddy" you choke through a broken sob.

He drops your jaw roughly, "fuckin' ridiculous," he mutters, slapping his hand onto your ass again.

You're so small beneath him he nearly caves at your small sobs and mewls, stroking a hand over your sensitive skin to soothe the ache. Slowly, he makes his way to your cunt, thrusting a finger into your soaked heat before bringing a hit down to your bottom.

This time you moan at the touch, the pleasure of his digits stretching your gummy walls and the sting of his hand pressed into the raw skin of your ass forces you to kick your legs with a cry.

"Hmmph!" you bite into the skin of your arm, earning another strike to your thighs.

"Daddy can do this all night, stop actin' like a fuckin' brat." Jake scolds from above you. And he's so mean, squeezing the fat of your ass again when you sob.

"M'not," you sniffle, too ashamed to look back at him.

"Oh, but you were," Jake's tone drops and you know a lecture's coming, by the way he stops his hand on your lower back, "what made you think for a second that directly disobeying my orders – orders, I have to keep you safe, mind you, would ever be acceptable?" And you know the question is not rhetorical.

Gathering up your pride, you mumble into the soft of your arm and Jake inhales from behind you, "look at me when I'm talking to you."

It's enough to have to turning in an instant, teary-eyes meeting his sharp ones, "I was being reckless, m'sorry." Sniffling, you wipe your nose with the back of your hand before you're blown out sobbing. "M'so, so sorry, daddy. I should've listened to you and I shouldn't have disobeyed your orders because i could've gotten hurt and it was selfish of me and i–"

He cuts you off by pulling you to sit on his lap, his arms dwarfing your size tenfold when he cups a large hand to your head, tucking you into his chest.

You're heaving with sobs, overstimulated and tired from the ambush and paired with Jake's anger and sting on your bottom, you can't focus enough to calm down.

Jake strokes a hand up and down your back softly, soothing you, "honey, calm down," he kisses the top of your head, "you're okay, m'not mad at you."

Pulling back, you look up at him and he strokes a hand over your cheek, kissing the tip of your nose. "You've had enough, m'not mad at you." He scoots you closer to him by the hips, cautious of your bottom, "but that doesn't mean you can go around doing that shit again. You could've died, sweetheart."

You nod at that, eyes drifting to your hands in your own lap, "m'sorry–"

"What did I tell you." Jake scolds softly.

Immediately, you look back up, apologizing once more, "I won't do that again, if I think of a plan that might work, I'll ask you beforehand."

Jake's eyes fall shut at that as he nods. Sighing shakily, he takes you into his arms, tucking your head under his chin, "I cannot lose you, baby."

He pulls back, cupping your cheeks, "you understand me?" And you nod, letting him guide you under his chin again.

He doesn't tell you much about his past or his family since you've become a part of his life. You knew of his mate Neytiri and the complexity of his relationship with her and how you fit in. You knew of his children, Lo'ak, Kiri, and Tuk and the stray, Spider. But he hadn't told you much about the oldest, Netyam, who you'd assumed passed away some time ago.

A part of you harbored the guilt you felt for possibly retraumatizing him in the form of your own reckless action while another part of you was a lot more understanding of his fear. So, you place your hand at his heart and Jake's immediately cupping your small one with his larger one, keeping it pressed into his striped skin.

That night, when the two of you fall asleep, Jake holds you to his chest and you spend a few soft moments looking over his features. Imagining what you'd look like if you had an avatar or had been born na'vi.

"Why are you staring at daddy?" Jake asks, peeking an eye open to look you over. You don't answer, opting to just smile at him. Jake gives you a small smile back, stroking your back gently, "Wanna introduce you to Neytiri n'my kids soon."

A strike of anxiety settles into your core at that, "r-really?"

Jake nods, already falling back asleep, "now go to bed."

It was much harder to fall asleep that night.

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pregnant reader and jake is literally obsessed with seeing her body carrying his child, her scent is so alluring to him he can’t resist tasting her milk he actually wants every part of her

i just feel like that’s something jake would do 😭

Oh absolutely, anon. He's be so absolutely obsessed with his baby when she's pregnant. Just knowing he did that to you and you look so pretty,,, ugh I luv him and I wanna bite him <333

He cant get enough of you. the swell of your belly under his hand and the soft of your swollen lips against his own. It's the way you glow in the weight of your pregnancy and your pretty doe eyes seem even bigger when you look up at him.

He's got you sat in his lap, your swollen middle presses into his chest. You're so far along that its hard for him to kiss you sometimes and you giggle when you move forward only to be stopped by the swell of your belly.

His hand cups at your jaw, pulling you in for another kiss as he strokes the underside of your middle. You hum when he breaks apart to lean back some. Smiling at your heated expression, he runs the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip, "There's my pretty girl," he clicks his tongue when you giggle.

Dropping his hand to your middle, he runs his palms over the swell of it, placing gentle kisses from top to bottom, "So proud of you," he cooes, pressing a kiss to your nose, "carrying my baby. Being such a good girl."

You nuzzle into his neck at the praise, biting at his collar bone gently. "You feel pretty, hon– hey!" He scolds with a laugh, "don't bite me," Jake pulls you off to kiss at your jaw teasingly, nose bumping against your neck softly, he hisses "christ, you even smell good, sweetheart."

His hand soothes the dip of your back before pulling softly at the base of your tail, nipping at your jaw, "Gonna let daddy fuck your pussy later?" He spreads his thighs open from under you.

Ever since he found out you were pregnant, he'd been adamant about making sure you ate enough, had the scientists at the lab look over you, brought you little treats. He'd eventually became softer too, thighs thicker and his arms buldged out.

"Yes," you whisper, "miss bein' fucked." You drop your chin, looking up at him under your thick lashes.

Jake strokes a hand over your pussy, thumbing your clit, "oh you do?" His voice deepens and you nod, biting at the pad of your thumb sheepishly.

"Daddy's only gonna fuck that pretty pussy if he thinks you deserve it."

Your jaw drops at that, "i do deserve it!" Whining, you drop your hands from his shoulders which he grabs, pulling them to his chest.

"You're acting like a brat right now," he cocks his head, "think brats deserve to get fucked?"

Shaking your head you whisper a soft 'no' and Jake nods, releasing your hands to place his own on your middle again.

"Yeah," he clicks his tongue with a smirk, "That's what I thought."

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