#The Losers (2010)

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Chris Evans in 'The Losers' (2010)

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Zoe Saldana in The Losers (2010).

Aisha has time to touch up her lippy after the final battle, before getting up close and personal with Clay.

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New Year Coming In

Pairing: Boyfriend! Jake Jensen x Girlfriend! Reader

Summary: You and Jake may have signed up for more than you can handle to start off the new year with a bang.

Word count: 1,514

Content/warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY, smut, p in v unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (f receiving), cum eating, kissing, exhausted sex, aftercare, Jake and his glasses and his hair and his beefy body and his everything

A/N: HAPPY NEW YEAR!! I hope you all enjoy this Jakey crackfic that took over my mind at 2am. Please, feel more than welcome to screech with me about it. And a special little thanks to @brandycranby for a line of dialogue.

Comments, reblogs, and asks are especially appreciated!

Dividers by @strangergraphics

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The idea sounded perfect at first. Jake was happy to indulge you. Heck, it felt amazing for him, too. He got to welcome the new year with a good release, pleasing himself and the woman he loves. But oh man, if he didn’t wish he met you sooner before, this was the one thing that would get him pleading for it to be 2001 all over again, even if he had to relive the awkward years to avoid death by dehydration. Never mind how old the two of you were back then, he would’ve time traveled for it to be that year with you now.

A nice year would’ve been 2004, too. Coming four times in one session was something he could do with his eyes closed. Except he hadn’t, his eyes were peeled open, looking at the bright screen, in the times where he remembered being locked in his dark bedroom with his first laptop. Four times, easy. Really, even ten times, 2010. It would’ve had to have been parsed out over the course of the day, but he could’ve done it without complaint. Except, for the year 2025, the two of you had gotten a late start, not realizing how long and how much 25 rounds would take out of you. The agreement being 25 times, for each of you.

Not that he wanted to complain, but Jake Jensen never thought that he would’ve seen the day where he thought it was too much sex. And yet, here he was nearly drained. He laid on his back, cheeks ruddy, glasses crooked, bleached strands of hair sticking to his sweaty forehead as he looked up at you with hooded eyes. His pupils were dilated in bodily satisfaction, just barely able to focus on you as you bounced on top of him, chasing your 12th simultaneous orgasm.

The sheets had been discarded long ago to the side, leaving you both exposed to the air in the room that was steadily rising in temperature, the sweat on your bodies lingering.

His fingertips dug into your thighs, sore hips sloppily raising to meet yours. Just enough sensation remained in his dick to feel you begin to clench in closeness as you reached down to rub your clit, tipping yourself over the edge with Jake joining you. His eyes squeezed shut and his chest heaved, nothing coming out of him despite the sensation of overstimulation that had overwhelmed him. In fact, he had shot blanks for the last three orgasms, too.

While you both came down from your highs, puffs of humid air filling the narrow space between your mouths as you leaned down to kiss Jake, he looked up at you, his face a mix of pure exhaustion, lined faintly with dopey satisfaction, but also a little worry. He hummed against your lips, pressing his forehead to yours to get just enough leverage to speak.

“Baby, I don’t think I can get to 25. We’re at 12 and my dick is gonna fall off.”

You giggled, pulling away and placing a hand on Jake’s cheek, thumb brushing back and forth.

“Okay, okay. How about this, what if we just make it 25 total?”

Jake furiously nodded his head, grateful for the reprieve. Between the two of you now, you’d reached 24. He could get you to 25. Hopefully. He knew his body was past halfway to limp, sucked dry, but maybe you weren’t as much of a noodle. Maybe you had one more in you.

Just when he thought he could take a breather, though, the both of you looked over your shoulder at the TV that had been softly playing in the background. In the top corner by the year’s newest pop sensation was a countdown clock to the new year. It had just reached under ten minutes.

Your head snapped back forward and your gaze met your boyfriend’s, the both of you panicking with eyes as wide as saucers. You had to make your deadline and time was dwindling quickly! But Jake swiftly jumped into action, tugging your hips in a gesture to pull you up his body. There was no way he had the time to recover and go another round, but this was dire!

“Use my face. USE MY FACE!” he urged you as he frantically pulled his glasses off and set them on the bedside table. You shuffled forward on your knees, his limp dick sliding out of your puffy entrance, filled with multiple rounds of your combined release. You moved so quickly to hover over his head that it didn’t have time to seep out of you before Jake yanked you down to his mouth with a firm grip by his large hands.

In an instant, his tongue was inside you, laving at your still spasming pussy, drinking down your wetness as his nose nudged your clit, coaxing it back to a stage of readiness. In seconds, he had you whining, grinding your hips against his face, begging for more attention on your sensitive nub. Jake could tell exactly what you needed, moving his mouth upwards, goatee lightly scratching your labia as he did so, and latched on to your clit, tongue working in tandem with the suction he was creating.

As if he still weren’t close enough to you, he used his hands to press on your plush thighs, squeezing you closer to him when he sucked harder. A new wave of arousal flowed through you, confirmed by Jake’s satisfied hum that sent a shockwave out from your core and across your limbs.

Your arms flailed, searching for something to hold onto, one reaching the headboard, the other drifting down into his damp locks. As you fisted his hair, you made brief eye contact with him, a smile on his face evident by the creases at the corner of his bright blue eyes when he reached up and tweaked a nipple towards the end of his focus range. Jake could just barely make out the scene above him, squinting slightly, when you fought throwing your head back in pleasure.

You might have felt like ecstasy was about to make your body implode, but you would’ve held on for just how pretty the sight of your boyfriend was, enjoying this moment underneath you, trying to feed your insatiable appetite for him. You were so zoned in to his every feature that he caught you by surprise when he did that thing with his tongue, guaranteed to make you topple over the edge every time.

You barely caught the image of him winking at you in reassurance that he wanted you to let go as you squeezed your eyes shut and your fists clenched hard, the headboard creaking. Jake let out a groan against your pussy that sent another tingle up your spine, causing you to call out, “Ah, Jake!” when you careened over the cliff once more.

Jake broke the suction of his mouth, gently easing you off of him, his strong arms setting you into the mound of sheets that laid at his side. He had regained just enough life in his legs to jet to the bathroom quickly to clean himself up, returning with a warm, damp towel which he used to tenderly wipe between your legs. He discarded it, tossing it into the hamper as fast as he could.

Jake settled back into bed, slipping his glasses back on and looking at the countdown clock on the television which had just dipped below 30 seconds, as he pulled your naked body on top of his, a sleepy smile filling your face, eyes closed peacefully. You hummed contentedly, finding comfort pressed against his beefy torso as his one arm wrapped around your shoulders, the other hiking your knee up for you to toss your leg over his slim waist. Your head settled on his shoulder, nearly face-to-face with him, just in time for the final countdown.

Both of your gleaming smiles matched each other when the ball dropped and you lifted yourself up to kiss him, lips dancing slowly, reverently. There was no longer a rush. The two of you could just enjoy each other as you rang in the new year with a definite bang.

As you pulled away, gasping for air, you resettled yourself down with your ear right over Jake’s heart, your hand moving to idly rub over his belly as the two of you watched confetti fall over Times Square on the screen.

“Got any resolutions, babe?” you slurred.

Jake blew out a contemplative breath, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as his fingertips teased up and down your arm. He clicked his tongue in thought, “Maybe presenting the suggestion to you that we take the square root of the year and do that many orgasms instead from here on out. That way in 2064, when we’re old and wrinkly, we’ve only gotta do eight. And in 2081, our frail bones can settle for nine.”

You laughed along with his warm chuckle that rumbled his chest and nodded. “Good idea, Jakey.”

Bonus A/N: My life’s dream is to drain Jake’s body like this. Thank you.

Taglist: @hawkeyes-queen @ronearoundblindly @mercurial-chuckles @steviebbboi @thiquefunlover63

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Long time art admirer here, ADORE YOUR WORK!!! As a request can we get some good ol’ fashioned HTTYD1 era Hiccup whump in here 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 perhaps with some protective Toothless or Buffstrid? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Absolutely yes. Httyd1 era Hiccup whump goes so hard. That leg is not giving him a good time.

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я :3

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The way he looks at her.

MY SWEET MOBSTER (2024)

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Need me an emo boy <333

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fernando alonso | 1st place | south korea 2010 | podium no.62

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bad girl!reader takes care of loser!luke after a party words: 1.4k request fill: anon ask! tags: loser!luke, bad girl!reader tw: implied drinking, mentions of bullying, luke’s got low self-esteem :( author’s note: i’m hammered rn but i wanna write so !! also i have finals this week and they start  in a few hours but oh well! listen to: “jasey rae” covered by 5 seconds of summer (this goes double platinum in my bedroom)

“You’re so hot.. did you know that?...”

It’s not a secret to either of you that Luke’s parents, Liz and Andrew, aren’t exactly fond of your presence. You couldn’t blame them, though. If you raised your kid to avoid bad influences and they ended up dating a person with similar habits to you, you’d be upset as well.

But by far the thing that angers them the most about your relationship with him is the fact that you are rubbing off on their son.

Stumbling up the stairs, you guide Luke into the dim kitchen, who follows you with a slack-jawed smile. A few hours ago, he received a text from you while he was studying for his exams. You were a few blocks down from him at a friend’s party and wanted him to join you. It didn’t take much for you to convince him. If this were a few months prior, Luke would have shut down the idea almost immediately— but recently he’s been testing his own boundaries. 

It started with him being accidentally complicit with you stealing an energy drink from a gas station. In fact, he was the one holding it when you two exited the store. At first, you had to stop him from running back in to pay for it. But after the shock died down, he was left with the adrenaline coursing through his veins and the feeling was nothing short of addicting. From then on, Luke decided to keep an open mind about breaking the rules. Besides, he was a hallway monitor for his school— he deserved a break.

Leading him into the kitchen, you retrieve two glasses from the cabinet and fill them with water. You place one beside him on the counter, trying to ignore the room spinning around you. You might have drank more, but Luke didn’t have the tolerance you did— so it was up to you to take care of you both. “I’m glad you think I’m hot, Lucas. Now drink your water.” The blond begrudgingly raises his cup to his lips and swallows down the contents. 

“Why’d we have to leave the party? I was having fun towards the end..” His lower lip juts out in a soft pout, his tone whiny and disappointed. His grip falters a little on his empty glass, prompting you to swiftly remove it from his grasp and set it down on the marble countertop.

Cupping his face in your hands, you press a kiss to his lower lip. “I just wanna make sure you’re safe, you’re not exactly used to drinking this much.” A smile forms on your face as you notice his eyes trailing away from your own and down to your lips. “Whatcha lookin’ at, Lu?”

It takes a little longer for Luke to formulate a response. His mind is clouded from all of the beer he’s been drinking. “I wanna kiss you.” His lips turn up into a cheeky grin. 

“You can kiss me, it’s okay.” You’ve never seen him like this before, but you find the unexpected clinginess adorable nonetheless. Almost immediately after the words leave your lips, he stoops over to capture your lips in a kiss. It lasts a few seconds before he pulls back.

“I love you, I really do. Like— I really love you.” Luke slurs with a boyish smile. “Like, I think it’s a problem ‘cause I literally can’t stop thinking about you. Everything I do, I always think— is Y/N gonna find this cool? Does she think I’m cool? ‘Cause you’re so cool, y’know?”

“Shhh...” You place your hands on his shoulders to ground him. It’s past midnight and the last thing you want to happen is for his parents to be woken up by an intoxicated Luke.

“I know, I know, but lemme finish.” His volume drops dramatically to a whisper, albeit a very loud one. For a moment he’s silent before he breaks out into a fit of giggles, leaning against you.

You can’t believe it. You’ve never seen Luke quite this at ease. With a disbelieving chuckle, you wait for him to calm down a bit before you continue to speak with him. “How about we go up to your room and you can finish telling me, okay?” He nods as best as he can without getting too dizzy and follows behind you. You don’t miss the playful swat he gives your ass as you lead him up the stairs and into his bedroom. As soon as the door closes, you turn around to find him wiggling his eyebrows at you. “No way. You’re not getting anything tonight. We’re both drunk— you can wait ‘til tomorrow.” You murmur with a smile.

You watch him face-plant onto the bed with a groan. “My life is over!” He pauses for a few seconds before checking to see if you’re watching him. Sure enough, he sees you with your arms crossed standing beside the bed with an amused expression. “...Please?” He lets out another muffled whine into the mattress when you shake your head at him.

“You gonna continue what you were saying downstairs, baby?” At the reminder, he flips onto his back, ruffling his hair.

Luke hesitates before he speaks, obviously debating whether or not to tell you more. “I pierced my lip for you.” His eyebrows furrow at the sound of a stifled laugh from your direction. “M’ serious, why aren’t you taking me seriously?...”

With a childish eye roll, you climb onto the bed beside him. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Please continue.” He recollects his thoughts before carrying on. “I did it because I thought— wow, this girl is so cool and she’s so far out of my league, I gotta do something to make her notice me. So I pierced my lip at Claire’s and cut holes in all my jeans.” His eyes wander down to the pair that he’s wearing now. “But when you actually did notice me, I didn’t know what to do with myself.”

He rolls onto his side and stares at you with glassy blue eyes. “I actually couldn’t believe it. Like— I’m a math tutor with three friends and this cool chick isn’t running away from me when I try to talk to her. She doesn’t think I’m a loser, she doesn’t make fun of my comic books or my music taste, she actually likes me.” Your heart breaks a little at the thought of his self-worth being so low. You aren’t oblivious to the fact that he isn’t a very popular kid in school. As a matter of fact, he’s been the target of bullying in the past and even now, he’s regarded as the nerdy boy at the back of the class. 

“Well, I don’t like you, Luke. I love you.” You push his black-framed glasses up, giving him a reassuring kiss on the cheek. “And I think you’re perfect no matter what. You don’t need to change yourself for me.” He lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. Luke’s hand travels over the covers to intertwine with yours. “...Besides, I love dorks.” His eyes shoot over to you at the comment. 

“So… you like my comic books?” He waits for assurance from you. When you nod, he persists. “My action figures?” He receives another positive response. “My posters?”

“I like them all, Luke. I think they’re cool.” You watch the smile grow on his face the more you praise him for his interests. “To be honest, I’d still like you if you had a race car bed.”

Luke snickers in response. “Is it bad I had one as a kid?”

“Define kid.” You prod him for more information. With a soft exhale through his nose, he gives in.

“Okay, fine— is it bad that I had one last year?” Typically when people laugh around him, Luke gets an awful pit in his stomach. But the sound of your giggles beside him in bed makes him melt. He covers his face in embarrassment.

“No, it’s not bad you had one last year. I still love you. I’d still let you fuck me in it and I think that says a lot.” He snorts at the image in his head. Thank god he got rid of it. “The point is that I love you.” You murmur to him quietly.

“Really?” He leans in and grazes his lips against yours. 

“Mhm..” You lean forward to peck his lip. Following this, you lay back on his bed and close your eyes. The bed creaks as he scoots closer and rests his head on your chest, his arms lazily clinging to your torso. “Even if you are a sappy drunk.” 

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and 14 years later i'm still here

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Pairing; Husband!Jake Jensen x Wife!Reader

Warning; smut, huge breeding kink, ever so slight mommy/daddy kink, oral (f receiving) Minors please DNI!!!

Summary; After seeing the way you interact with your colleagues kids, Jake can’t wait to put his own in you.

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Jake sighed heavily as he watched you from across the room as you mingled with your friends, a bright smile on your face.

Your pretty cheeks stretching wide as you laughed. You had both attended a small gathering at a colleagues home with a group of mutual friends, some of which who had kids.

His eyes practically glazed over with lust seeing how you interacted with the little ones, that motherly instinct taking over you.

You led a sweet little girl to the food table, your hand clasping her much smaller one, helping her pick out some snacks and watching with a smile as she happily scuttled off.

He couldn’t take it anymore, standing on shaky legs he snaked towards you. You spun around at the feel of Jake’s large hands wrapping around your waist, cupcake in hand, looking up at him with your beautiful doe eyes.

“Time to go, baby.” he whispered, his breath fanning over your sensitive nape as his thumb wiped away the crumbs from your lips.

“Wh-What? But we only just got here Jakey.” you frowned, puzzled.He said nothing, grabbing your arm gently and dragging you out of the garden to his forest green G-Wagon, shouting a passing goodbye on his way out. “What the fuck Jake.” you mumbled.

His thick hands gripped the steering wheel tight as he pulled out of the driveway. His foot pressed against the accelerator, driving as fast as he could without wanting to cause an accident. “Jake. Slow down, oh my god what has gotten into you?” you practically shrieked as he took a sharp turn around a street corner.

Again, he said nothing. As if he were in some sort of trance, not even noticing you spoke, or, choosing to ignore you. Shortly you arrived home and before you could even blink Jake had hopped out of the drivers side, appearing next to you after ripping the passenger side door open.

His beefy arms linking underneath your legs as he carrying you to the front door of your shared home, his highlighted locks sticking to his forehead while his chest heaved up and down, using one hand to jingle his keys into the lock.

You looked at him in shock, you’d never seen the poor man so worked up before and you had no idea how or why. His shoes pelted against the stairs as he stormed towards your bedroom.

Slamming the door closed, he layed you down gently on the bed, kissing from your throat down to your stomach and lifting your sundress up and over your shoulders.

His hot breath fanned over your panties as he pushed them to the side, licking a long strip from your hole to your swollen clit. You moaned as your hips writhed, his glasses nudging against your clit as he tongued your hole.

Whimpering as he attached his lips to your sensitive button, he sucked and slurped at your cunt as he pushed a finger deep into your pussy, you cried out as your pussy clenched at the intrusion. He began to thrust his finger into your tight hole as he looked up at you, his baby blues shining with lust.

Pulling away all too soon, he climbed back up the bed and pulled you into a deep kiss, your tongues intertwining as he dry humped his dick into your pussy. You stopped him with a sharp tug of his hair. “B-Baby, what is this about?” you spoke breathlessly.

He shook his head, blowing out a puff of air. “You just looked so good sweetheart, the way you handled the kids, makes me want some of our own.”

You paused, deciding this was the right time to tell him “Yeah? You wanna make me a mommy?”Jake moaned out loud hearing the words leave your mouth.

“Fuckkk. That’s all I’ve ever wanted, baby.” he said pulling you into a soft kiss, your tongues intertwined as his love poured through his saliva.

He sat up on his knees, peeling his boxers down his meaty thighs. You closed your eyes as you felt his swollen tip press against your soaked entrance.

He lifted your jaw with his fingers from above, forcing you to look him in the eyes as he pressed his hips against your own roughly, his thick cock bottoming out inside your pussy with one deep thrust making you cry out in pleasure. He pressed his hand against your flat stomach, imagining what it’ll feel like in a few months.

“Gonna’ cum inside you baby, f-fuck….i cant wait to see you get nice and round f’ me. Your belly all swollen with my kids.” he growled, a switch inside him flipping. He pulled out until just the tip remained inside and without warning slammed his hips into yours.

You screamed as you felt your tummy tightening. Your hands gripped his thick biceps as his balls slapped against your ass. The bed began to creak with each thrust of his hips, the headboard slamming against the wall, sure to leave a dint.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck yes. D-Don’t stop!” You whimpered as the knot in your stomach came loose, your cream leaking around the base of his cock as you came.

“Yeah? Right there baby? Right, fucking, there?” Jake growled, accentuating each word as he felt your pussy clench, watching as you orgasmed.

He leant down to bite your neck, hard, as he came. His hot, sticky ropes of cum filling your cunt to the brim, leaking out of your pussy before he was even finished emptying his load. His hips stuttered, groaning as he pulled out, resting his soft cock against your pussy lips.

His lips met your chest, then your throat and cheeks, your forehead, anywhere he could reach.

“You look so pretty like this, my cum leaking down your thighs. Can’t wait to see you carry my babies, makin’ me a real daddy. You’re gonna’ be such a good mommy. There’s nobody in the world i love more than you, sweetheart.”

He whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your stomach before resting his head against you. Almost like he was listening for a heartbeat that wasn’t even there yet.

You couldn’t tell if that last sentence was directed towards you, or the little bean soon to become the light of both your lives.

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In Your Arms

Pairing: Husband! Jake Jensen x Wife! Reader (Newlyweds)

Summary: Jake tries to treat you to a spa day on your honeymoon

Word count: 1,668

Content/warnings: to be safe 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, allusions to and attempts of smut, semi-sexual nudity, mentions of massages, a bath together, ummm Jake and his wedding ring🥵, alcohol consumption, lovey sleepy vibes, allusions to wedding night and first time together/loss of virginity

A/N: This entire idea was inspired by this Astarion Fanart by @panksage Not my fandom, but I really liked the concept, even if the idea kinda ran away from me. Enjoy, my lovely hoes😉 (also, this will def become a Drabble AU so don’t be afraid to send asks and interact!!)

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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You reached your hands out in front of you, blindly searching for him, arms waving haphazardly, grasping at air until your fingertips caught something with a tink of glass and the soft clang of metal.

“Ow.”

You sheepishly curled in on yourself a little, shoulders raising towards your ears, your hands moving more gently now as they found their way to his cheeks, thumbs lightly brushing his skin and the edges of his goatee.

With an exhale of a soft laugh, you spoke, “Sorry. I couldn’t find you. Didn’t mean to catch your glasses.”

Your eyes were covered, hidden behind two fresh slices of cucumber, which gave you mixed emotions. On one hand, your sense of hearing was heightened, allowing you to drink in the beautiful, low laughter of your husband that you might’ve missed otherwise. But on the other, you couldn’t see his radiant smile, the one that made you melt every time, beams of affection spreading outward from your heart.

You felt the warmth of his body climbing over yours, the dip of the bed from his knees coming up between your legs. You spread them to make more room for him, your robe riding up your thighs. The weight of his hands pressed into the pillow on either side of your head.

Small breaths danced across your lips, the sensation on the rest of your face dampened by the clay mask he had so lovingly applied to you minutes ago. The already dim light barely reaching the back of your eyelids darkened as soft lips pressed against yours.

As he pulled away, you let out a giggle, chasing him in his retreat before settling back down into the cool bedding.

“Jake, you can’t tease me like that. Come back. I want more.”

You pulled him back towards you with your hands still on his cheeks, smiling into the kiss. This time he lingered, lips slotting against yours, tongue wandering into your mouth, finding itself in a delicate dance you knew all too well.

Jake’s hand made its way down from by your head to your hip, rubbing back and forth before he moved it to ease open the front of the terry cloth fabric that loosely draped over you. The gentle touch of his callused fingers on the soft skin there was enough to set your body alight. You couldn’t stand it anymore. You needed to see him.

“Jacob. Get these things off my eyes,” you pleaded to him softly.

Jake happily obliged, plucking one off and popping it into his mouth. With one eye open, you watched him chomp down on the crisp slice, chewing with a smile as he reached for the second.

“Better?”

You nodded, sitting up on your elbows to untie the robe fully and welcome him closer to you with a tug of your heel against his lower back.

“Much better.”

Your left hand made its way back up to Jake’s face, taking note of the green tip of his nose, residual from it bumping against yours just moments ago.

Jake’s shoulders raised up and down with his more ragged breaths from the sight of your bare form. The new diamond on your finger sparkled with the movement, but the true gleam you were drawn to was the one in your partner’s eyes.

The circles made by his thumb on your sensitive skin traced closer and closer towards where you were heating up, begging for his touch once again. But this was supposed to be a chance to relax. A chance for Jake to ease your weary body after the last night’s activities. Leave it to newlyweds to not be able to take their hands off each other.

Just as he reached in between your legs to feel your heightening arousal, though, your breath was caught in a wince as your body jumped.

Jake looked up at you, his eyebrows gathered in the center of his forehead in concern. He was looking to you for guidance on his next move.

His gaze was caught in a volley between your misty eyes, slightly dejected about your tenderness that lingered from the night before; the first whole joining of your bodies.

“Still sensitive? That’s okay. We can do something else. I did promise you a massage, after all.” His voice was a sweet, calming whisper.

He understood. Of course he did. He was your husband now. The two of you had been so in sync from the moment you had met, and this was no exception. You were more bonded now than ever before.

“Massage later? Maybe for when the soreness goes away. I think it’s all a little too tempting right now.”

Jake nodded, moving to give you a kiss on your hairline, just above the seam of the face mask.

“Whatever you need, babe. How about a bath?”

You closed your eyes and leaned into his touch with a contented sigh. “That sounds perfect, Jakey Bear”

Before you could even think to get out of bed yourself, he was scooping you up, leaving your robe behind, and carrying you bridal style to the oversized resort bathroom. How fitting. Jake gently placed you on the edge of the tub, turning around to grab a washcloth, letting out a small chuckle when he saw the green tip of his nose in the mirror. He wet the cloth in the sink and swiped the small bit off.

When he turned back to you, he gently knelt at your feet, motioning with his hands for you to come forward towards him. With your arms on your knees, you leaned in, closing your eyes as he gently wiped off the mask.

Your eyes fluttered open, met with his soft smile. The one that always looked like it was admiring you, soaking you in with disbelief that you loved him. You chose him and let him into your life.

Jake set the cloth to the side and moved in towards you. You met his action, surprised when he kept going past you, reaching for the knob to turn on the hot water, squirting in some bubble bath solution that laid on the rim of the tub, too. Your hands flew to your face in a small laugh of embarrassment.

Jake’s warm hands wrapped around your wrists, releasing your gaze from where it hid.

“Sorry, babe.”

He gave you a quick peck on your lips, pulling away too soon as he went to get up. Your hands grasped his before he could flee.

“No, where are you going? Don’t leave me.”

Jake gave you a grave look. “I’d never leave you. Did I not make that clear in my vows? I’ll be right back, I promise.”

You nodded and let out an exhale, dropping Jake’s hands. He turned quickly to jog out of the bathroom and returned with a bottle in one hand, two champagne glasses in the other: a gift so graciously provided by the hotel.

The water and bubbles in the tub were reaching a good height, so Jake set down the glassware and stood straight, moving to take off his own robe and let it fall to the floor. You rose to your feet to meet him, a hand gravitating to his hip, the other going straight to his belly, gently tracing the trail of hair that marked the midline of his abs.

You looked up at him through your eyelashes, your palm rubbing flat circles on his soft skin as he smiled back down at you. Jake cocked his head to the side.

“What is it, my dear wife?”

You preened under the thought of that. You were his wife. And he was your husband. Each other’s forever. And yet you still couldn’t get enough of him.

“Just like being close to you, my dear husband. Now get in the tub so I can crawl in your lap.”

Jake eagerly followed your instruction, stepping into the luxury infinity tub with his long legs before he reached out his arms to help you in. Your eyes went wide as you almost slipped and you felt his grip tighten around you. He had you. He always would. Your fingertips grasped around the firm muscle of his biceps.

“God, Mr. Jensen. Why are you so beefy? I’m not sure if this is any better in keeping us calm than the massage would’ve been.”

Jake blushed and nodded in agreement. He would never get used to how much you loved all of him.

“I….don’t know what you want me to say about the first part, but on the second one, I agree.”

He lowered himself to sit in the bath, the bubbles reaching his lower shoulder. His grasp was firm on your waist to guide you down in front of him so you sat between his legs. Jake let out a low groan as you settled into place and that’s when you felt him, half hard against your back.

“Oh yeah. Definitely agree on the second part. But I’m gonna try and ignore that to just share in this time with you, Mrs. Jensen.”

With Jake’s hands occupied with running softly and lovingly up and down your sides, you reached for the champagne, popping the cork out and pouring a single glass near the top. You took a sip, then shifted to sit sideways in his hold to prop the glass up to his lips. Jake moved his hand over your belly button to secure the two of you and you could feel the warm metal of the gold band on his left hand against your skin. Your fingertips caressed his arm, down towards his hand, weaving in with it, metal rings sitting against each other. He craned his neck over your shoulder and caught the smile that had subconsciously taken over your face, sharing in his own and basking in the warm, bubbly love before drinking down the rest of the glass, shared between the two of you like everything else would be from now on.

Bonus A/N: What do you think, Jakey glasses or no glasses in the tub? Because on one hand, it’s adorable when they fog up, but also baby can’t see. Or do you think he’s chilling there all squinty? Also adorable.

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