#jake jensen x female reader

[navybrat817]

Sin on Skin AU

Pairings: Various men with female readers. ❤️

AU Summary: Sin on Skin is the hottest tattoo parlor in town and the men who run it live up to the name. And as luck would have it, they only have eyes for you. 🔥

AU Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), oral sex (m. and f. receiving), dirty talk, fluff, flirting, feels, slowish burn (depending on the couple), slight angst, porn with feels (it's me, lovelies), more to be added.

A/N: You lovelies know me by now! I hope you all enjoy this AU and the various pairings. Please heed the warnings before each post and I will update as time allows. Banner and moodboard by yours truly. Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics . Tattoo edits by the talented Nix and the "Andy" edit by the amazing @randomagnes0210 . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky Barnes x Baker!Reader - Hottie and Sugar

🧁 Sugar and Spice

🧁 And Everything Nice

🧁 What Dreams Are Made Of

🧁 Sweet and Strong

🧁 Sundresses and Leather

🧁 Innocent and Sinful

🧁 Ladies and Gentleman

🧁 Rules and Chaos

🧁 Traditions and Innovation

Steve Rogers x Teacher!Reader - Thorn and Rose

🌹 Every Rose Has Its Thorn

🌹 By Any Other Name

Andy Barber x Reader - Grumpy and Sunny

☀️ A Sunny Outlook

Hal Carter x Reader - Menace and Angel

Jake Jensen x Reader

Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

[imyourbratzdoll]

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. 

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[krirebr]

Relax

Pairing: Jake Jensen x f!Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: ~500 words

A/N: I watched The Losers this afternoon for the first time in years to try to combat the Migraine Sads™ and I immediately wanted to grab Jensen's hand and tell him, "Oh no, baby, just stop." So here that is. 😂

It was the middle of a Tuesday afternoon and the bar was predictably dead. A couple was finishing up an appetizer sampler in the corner booth and a man and a woman sat a few seats apart at the bar. That was it. You were working alone, busying yourself rolling silverware.

As you worked through your stack, you saw the man at the bar leave his seat and move down towards the woman. He was cute with spiky blonde hair and a goatee that was kind of dorky but worked on him. Most importantly, he was fucking built. That fact forgave a lot of follicular sins. The woman was pretty. Brunette with a soft round face. But she'd been nursing an Old Fashioned for the last hour and was giving real fuck-off vibes as she compulsively checked her phone. This wasn't going to go well, but you were bored and kind of wanted to watch the train wreck, so you moved down to their end of the bar as subtly as you could.

"So, uh, you come here often?" he asked her, then grimaced. You resumed your rolling, trying to act like you weren't paying attention. "Yeah, no," he continued when she didn't respond. "I've been here a few times." He nodded to her drink. "I also like drinking. It's fun." He scowled but didn't seem able to stop himself. "And good." He shifted his eyes to the corner of the ceiling, looking like he wanted to die. This poor baby. She shot him a glare and moved to one of the high tops on the far side of the room to finish her drink. He just nodded in response.

You filled a shot glass with top-shelf whiskey and placed it in front of him. "On the house," you said.

He took and drank it without looking up then put his face in his hands. "I'm so fucking embarrassing," he mumbled. "Why is it so hard to talk to chicks?"

"Well, my first piece of advice would be to not use the word 'chicks' so much."

He chuckled, still looking down at the bar. "Any other advice?" he asked.

"Yeah," you said. "You gotta relax, dude."

He huffed. "Yeah, easy for you to sa-" he looked up at your face and stopped mid-sentence. His mouth just hung open for a moment then he took a breath to say something you were sure would be horribly awkward.

"Relax," you said again and poured him another shot. "Can I let you in on a little secret?"

"Uh, sure," he said, taking the shot seemingly unconsciously.

"You're really hot," you said with a grin. "You don't need to try so hard."

You could see his brain short-circuit. "Uh, what?"

"You heard me," you smirked.

"Why does it feel like you're flirting with me?" he asked, adorably confused.

"Because that's exactly what I'm doing," you said. "I guess I like the awkward ones."

He blushed and ducked his head bashfully. "I'm Jake," he said, extending his hand to you. You took it and gave him your name.

You checked your watch. "Well, Jake, I'm done here in about two hours," you said with a significant look.

He gave you another cute, little confused look and then, "Oh! You mean-?" You just smiled at him and he matched it with a grin of his own that lit up his whole face. "Ok, two hours then."

Masterlist

Tag lists are open

@stargazingfangirl18 @drabblewithfrannybarnes @thezombieprostitute @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory

[biteofcherry]

Happy Sinday!

May I request Jake + roleplay (if that counts as kink)

"Oh, sweetcheeks," he sighed, snatching the phone from your hand before you managed to press a single number. "You weren't supposed to be here."

"You are not supposed to be here!" You countered bravely, though you felt yourself trembling as you stood face to face with the much taller man in front of you.

His shoulders were so broad, his plain t-shirt stretched across his chest and over his biceps. He could probably choke you to death with one.

"This is a private office-" you continued, trying to take a step back, blindly reaching for the doorknob behind you.

Jake's arm shot forward, his palm snapping the door shut before you managed to open it an inch further. He pressed against you, caging you between the hard surface and his body. Body that was warm, hard, smelt enticingly nice...

He tsk-ed, sliding his hand under your arm to flip the lock on the door.

"You're a complication," he tilted his head slightly, dragging his gaze down your body. The gleam in his blue eyes that sparked as he took in your curves, made you squirm.

"But-" he slowly licked his lips- "you could also be useful. You're gonna grant me access to all of your boss' secrets."

"N-no! I won't!" You attempted to punch him, but he was much quicker.

He caught your wrists and shackled them with one, big hand. Then he was pulling you with him, walking back to the big desk around which he was snooping when you found him.

"You will, sweetcheeks." With his free hand he started tugging your pencil skirt upwards.

"Mercenaries like me have special interrogation methods for pretty secretaries, who shouldn't have stayed at work after hours."

Main Masterlist

[eloquentreverie]

warnings: minors do not interact! smut, oral sex (male recieving), unprotected sex. also this is my first time writing about jake jensen so please be kind.

word count: 954

pairing: jake jensen x girlfriend!reader

gamer!boyfriend jake jensen thots below!

𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 | 𝒊𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒙

Thinking about gamer!boyfriend jake jensen who has his hair grown out a little and likes to play his video games after dinner. So you’re literally just stuck in his bed, reading your book, all while he’s talking to his buddies. But after a while, you get tired of the incessant clicking coming from his Xbox controller. And you know, whispering in his ear won’t get him to budge so you slip off the bed and pull down his sweats, knowing he can’t really protest or do anything.

His brow raises when the cool air of the bedroom exposes his soft cock. But as soon as you wrap your lips around the head, you feel him start to grow hard in your mouth, making him cough out a gasp.

"F-Fuck baby-" He starts to experience a little haywire in his game, with all his buttons going a bit faster now, and you smirk a little because your lips are tightly stretched over the head. He’s still just a little more than half soft, but you know exactly what you can do to make him come in no time at all. “Can we-do this some other time? I-I’ve already spent so long playing my game.”

So he wants to talk strategy and be technical about the gameplay, huh?

With his half-soft, thickening cock stuffed in your mouth, all his tactics seem to go out the door when you pull off briefly, giving his cock a little slap. It throbs at the slight pain, but it twitches when you move on from sucking his tip.

Your only response is a ‘no,’ with your eyes glinting with amusement. And then he lets out a groan of defeat as you resume your position of sucking his length while his thighs flex against his will when you fist the base, using your thumb and index finger. “Dude, I think someone else just came and snagged the gun we needed.” Jake lets out an exaggerated sigh. “Y/N, just a little-“ He gets a little frustrated when you pick up his pace.

“Sorry man, something’s happening.” He says lamely as his hips subtly begin to roll, matching the tempo that your mouth creates. You smirk, giving the bottom of his length a harsh suck that makes his breath stutter before pulling off once again, the slickness of his cock is replaced by the warm, cooler air in the bedroom.

“A little... uh?” The grin that decorates your lips is impossible to hide when he gives up so easily. His dick was now hard as a fucking rock. But you’re not satisfied yet. And your thumb gently strokes over the swollen and glistening red tip that’s oozing beads of his pre-cum.

Jake swallows audibly. “A little more...” Your boyfriend doesn’t even know what to say anymore. All he can focus on is your mouth and your hand, both stroking him so perfectly and he just wants to come right there, but he knows that he needs to finish the game first.

He lets out a whiny moan, throwing his head back when you take his length into your mouth once more, hollowing your cheekbones and sucking hard. He’s close. His hips jerk upwards and his thighs tense as he tries to hold himself still. “Fuck! FUCK!”

Jake Jensen lets out the most pathetic whimper as your lips pop off of his cock. “What was that? I can’t hear you.” His hands tighten around the controller, trying his best to ignore your teasing tone.

You give him a few more pumps with your fist, watching the muscles on his neck contract. His eyes are squeezed shut as his jaw goes slack.

And then you stop.

“Y/N...” His voice is hoarse, raspy and strained, like he hasn’t spoken all day. “Baby, please. Please let me come.” Jake’s voice sounds broken and desperate. And his hips are moving erratically now, trying so hard to chase the friction you were just supplying.

“You want to come, Jake? Do you want to fill this little mouth up?” You whisper softly, your hot breath ghosting along the shell of his ear as he nods vigorously, unable to respond. “Then beg.” You command.

“Please,” he pleads with a whine, “please let me come.” He chokes out the words as if it hurts him not to be able to release.

“Good boy.”

The praise sends shivers down his spine and you can see the way his muscles clench under your fingers and you smile to yourself, leaning over and taking the head past your lips again. He lets out an animalistic growl as soon as he feels you sucking him down once again, and you can tell how close he was from just those simple words alone.

“Oh, my god.” The words leave his parted lips like a prayer before you hear the controller drop onto the floor with a thud. His body tenses, the muscles straining against their bonds as he finally spills himself over your tongue with a strangled cry that echoes around the room. “Oh fuck, yes. Yes!” Jake’s chest heaves rapidly and his breathing is ragged when he finally relaxes into the mattress.

His body is still shaking slightly from his powerful orgasm when you pull away from him slowly, licking him clean.

His blue eyes are dark and hooded when they meet yours as he pants heavily, his cheeks flushed pink. You lick your lips before crawling on top of him and giving him a soft kiss on his lips. “That’s better.” You murmur against his swollen lips.

“I love you.” He whispers back. “I’m gonna marry you one day.” You can’t help but giggle at the statement.

“You’re such a dork.”

[cottagecheese1]

Not what I meant

Paring: Jake Jensen x reader

A/n: I literally love Jake Jensen so much I couldn't help myself.

Summary: Jake and you get ready to go out on a date, but he makes an unexpected comment that has you feeling subconscious. Warnings: Angst, good ending, Jake says something mean, fluffy ending, mention about looks, body image issues, insecurity.

You stood in front of the full body mirror looking back your reflection, nitpicking everything about your appearance. The dress you wore seemed unflattering, and you're not quite flat stomach made everything feel way to tight. Even though when Jake bought the dress for you, he promised you looked beautiful in anything you wore–maybe you could take a chance and believe him.

After another 30 minutes in the bathroom, you were finally able to build up enough confidence to go out and face Jake. Even though you both have been together for an upcoming 3 years–he still made you nervous on date nights.

You made your last final touches as you heard him call you from outside the door, you took a deep breath before stepping out of the bathroom, your heart beating out of your chest–worried about the criticism you probably won’t get from him.

“Are you almost done baby it's almost six thirty-”

Jake got cut off mid-sentence as you walked out of the bathroom, looking as gorgeous as ever of course, he was at lost for words at how beautiful you were, he can tell you weren’t feeling very confident, and planned to change that quickly, but of course everything goes wrong when he opens his mouth, so instead of repeatedly telling you how mesmerizing you looked and how the dress he bought hugged your curves perfectly–something else came out.

“Wow babe-I-the dress seems kinda tight don’t you think? Not to mention you look kind of artificial-well not artificial, but you know-um-unreal? No, no not what I meant-you look-”

Before he could get the last of it out, he was mentally cursing at himself for being so stupid, when he looked up to see your face it told him all that he needed to know, your teary eyes, arms wrapping around your midsection, and the way you looked at your feet in disappointment made him feel like a total asshole.

You quickly darted back into the bathroom and closed the door, not only did your boyfriend just call you fat, he also called you ugly which hurt more than anything, but right now you could barely stand to look at yourself in the mirror, not after what the love of your life just said to you–sitting down on the toilet seat, your dress now long gone on the floor. All you could do was cry, you felt embarrassed and kinda stupid that you actually thought he wouldn’t notice how you tried to suck in your stomach or try to pull your dress out, so it didn’t cling to you as tightly.

After about an hour you stopped crying, and just sat on the bathroom floor in silence, the date was already long gone so you contemplated just sleeping on the floor to save yourself the embarrassment. You heard the doorknob slowly turn and the door creak open, not even looking up because you already knew who it was–of course you forgot to lock the door.

Jake opened the door, and looked down to see your red puffy eyes, black lines of mascara streaking down your face, not only did he feel terrible, but he also made you feel even worse than you already did, it absolutely broke his heart to see you in such a state because of him.

“Oh baby-I-you don’t know how sorry I am, everything I said in there was not what I meant at all, you know my mouth acts before I think”, Jake tried to joke lightly at the end, but seeing his antics didn’t seem to amuse you at all, he just decided to just act now and say later.

Jake bent down to cup your face in his hands–thumbs gently stroking your tear-streaked cheeks–he lovingly brought your gaze to his as he pecked your lips softly, as much as you didn’t want to, you melted into his touch immediately, then you finally said something.

“You were right though, my dress did make me look fat, and I know I’m not the most appealing to look at-”

He quickly cut you off by shushing you, and pulled you into his lap, stroking your bare back before he responded, “Baby listen to me, I think you are the most gorgeous women in the entire world, when I saw you tonight-I was lost for words, I know they came out wrong–but I love you more than life itself, please forgive me.”

You look down at your lap, then back up at him smiling–of course you knew Jake always had trouble with words, but that cheesy loving speech he just makes up for the last 2 and a half hours.

Giggling you cup both his cheeks and lean in to give him a gentle kiss that he gladly accepted, moving his hands up and down your thighs before he pulled away.

“Well-if it's worth anything, you still looking fucking hot” Jake said with a lighthearted laugh before you responded.

“Maybe if you cuddle me tonight while we watch the Rocky franchise it will mean something”, you said with the same tone.

Jake leaned in to steal another kiss from you before he responded, “Hmm, I think I can do that for my baby–popcorn too?”, you returned the kiss before giving him a “yes please.”

As Jake returned from the kitchen with a large bowl of popcorn, he set the bowl down on your side table before quickly taking off his T-shirt and pants, he pretty much jumped into bed while trying to snuggle into you, but after you both got situated under the blanket, he pulled you into his chest and gave a peck on the forehead.

You laid your head on his chest before saying, “I love you.”

“I love you too”.

[chasingmidnights]

A Brutal Life Series Masterlist:

Summary: After leaving your ex-husband, you find yourself on a new life journey. But, a question lingers in the back of your mind, are you truly free of your ex?

A/N: This story is gonna be a slow build up with some twists and turns mixed inside of it. This is an 18+ story, minors DNI! (You will be blocked!) It's gonna be filled with angst and soft!dark moments along with several other themes, but I will put appropriate warnings before each part, so make sure you read them! This is also going to be a multi-fandom au and have several different characters pop in and out. As of right now, I'm not sure how many parts this is going to be, so I will post each part as I go. A little side note, the green divider was made by @saradika, anything else was made by me!

~ Part One: The Right Direction - A friend points you in, hopefully, the right direction of finding out who's been sending you harassing emails.

~ Part Two: It's Nice to Have a Friend - You stop by Jake’s shop for an update, while there, you meet Bucky. You can’t help but have this feeling that the three of you are going to be really good friends.

~ Part Three: Just Another Manic Monday - With the most recent nightmares plaguing you, you nearly forgot about your lesson with Jake.

[onsunnyside]

Imagine creepp peverted childhood best friend jansen with a naive innocent reader and he keeps smeeling her pussy while saying its to help see if shes well

😀😀😀😀

*kind of already have something like this for ari (#pervy bbf ari)* but let’s see what jensen would be like:

you and Jake grew up super close bc your moms went to high school together and thus, you two were neighbours. you’d have lots of sleepovers growing up, playing video games or exploring your shared backyards. He’s got you wrapped around his finger: if he goes somewhere, you go too. If he does something, you do it too. When he got glasses, you needed them too and insisted so !! The optometrist gave you a pair of fake ones just to make you stop crying bc your vision was perfectly fine 😪

Fast forward: you two are in college and still having those same sleepovers even though you’re roommates, so it’s just sleeping in each others rooms and cuddling. neither of you deny when your parents ask if you’re dating 😌 it’s all shy smiles and shrugs. little do they know you’ve done things that friends don’t do: he can manipulate you so easily, Jake has filled your head with many things. One of those being his weekly checkups on your cunt.

You’ve reread the same sentence ten times but still don’t know what it says, and that’s all because your best friend keeps mouthing against your core.

“A-Are you almost done?”

“Hm?” His hum sends vibrations through your body, starting from your clothed clit between his lips to your head and toes. “What was that?”

“Are you almost done? I can’t focus.” You hate being impatient, especially when he’s taking time out of his day to make sure you’re okay.

“Baby, you don’t want me to rush and miss something, right?” His tongue trails up and down your soaked panties, wet with his saliva and your juices. “I have to take my time or else something bad could happen. I’m just checking you, all you gotta do is sit there and let me.”

You nod, whimpering quietly when he suckles your button. It hurts and is teased beyond relief, but you know pleasure will come soon after. Jake was always nice to you, he would never leave you to suffer. “Okay, I’m sorry, Jakey.”

“It’s okay, baby.” He smiles against you, slowly jerking his cock with his other hand. You couldn’t see that and would be utterly clueless when he smears his cum on your sensitive folds, just to lick you clean all over again.

[rogerswifesblog]

Kinktober - masturbation

A/N: this was supposed to be a Drabble for mommy kink but in the end it turned out to be for masturbation 😂 I’ll write for mommy kink another time^^ I hope you’ll like this one too! Thank you @jamneuromain for helping with this idea and especially the ending!😂

Pairing: Best friend Jake Jensen x Reader

Summary: It’s your first time visiting an erotic club so you’ve decided to ask your best friend what outfit to choose. He definitely didn’t expect your choice…

Warnings: mommy kink, masturbation, fleshlight, fingering, sub Jake Jensen

I’d appreciate reblogs and feedback <3 support your writers<3

It was your first time going to a fetish club and you were incredibly excited about that. But not being able to decide what to wear you asked Jake if he’d help you choose something. First you had tried in a simple skirt and bralette but you felt like it was too boring.

So you’ve decided to take out something you’d never thought Jake would ever see you in. He was your best friend and definitely wasn’t supposed to see any of your…erotic clothes. Especially since you had a huge crush on him and didn’t want to crush any little chances you might have.

“Okay Jake but-don’t judge me okay?”, was the only thing you asked for before walking back into the living room dressed in a tight latex halter neck dress with a low cleave, that ended practically in the middle of your butt. The final touch was your boots.

Leather platform boots. Nearly eight inches high and up to your mid thigh.

Jake felt like his brain turned into mush. It probably did. Hell, it definitely did when you stepped closer to him, placing your foot right between his legs on the bit of couch that was there. You hadn’t even noticed how hard he got within seconds.

He never thought he’d see you dressed like…. from his dreams and fantasies. Jake had a crush on you since you two had met and even though you never talked about how you were in bed he always imagined you could be a bit more dominant…and he really hoped he wasn’t wrong about that. Not that it mattered, you’d never sleep with him. You’d probably think he’s pathetic for being a sub, especially since he always denied it whenever you asked what he liked and what his fantasies were (he always lied and changed the topic.)

But seeing you like that…he had no idea what to say.

“Are you going to say something Jake?” “Yeah sorry mommy-I mean-no, wait-sorry. Mommy-not mommy-oh god I’m just repeating it at this point”, he rambled flustered, immediately looking down at his lap, only to notice how close your boot was to his crotch. He could scooch a bit forward and-he immediately looked back up, not wanting to be tempted even more.

A chuckle escaped your lips when you noticed his glossy eyes, his rosy cheeks, the slightly parted lips…the heavy breathing…just as if he was…turned on?

Slowly your gaze fell lower.

His jeans were tented and not even his hoodie that he was trying to pull down further could hide it.

“I assume…this outfit is it, then. Hopefully others will have a similar reaction, sweetheart”, you whispered, not being able to stop the petname slipping from your lips, nor from touching his chin gently with your hand, your thumb slowly brushing over his goatee.

Jake swallowed hard, nodding slowly, unintentionally pressing his palm against his hard cock as he was still looking you up and down, his eyes lingering on your breasts when you leaned a bit forward while touching his face gently. “Good boys don’t touch themselves without permission”, you whispered quietly, Jake immediately dropping his hand from his lap onto the couch, grabbing it tightly.

You bit your bottom lip, slowly straightening again, your foot now back on the floor. “Jake, do you want to continue this?”, you asked, taking his face in your hands and making him look up at you. He nodded once, but it wasn’t enough for you. “You gotta tell me what you want, Jake”, you said in a more stern tone.

For a second Jake just breathed shakingly before placing his hands on yours. “I want to…do it with you. I’m really enjoying this a lot…”, he whispered, seemingly a bit embarrassed, his face turning an even darker shade of red.

“Okay…but you’ll tell me when you don’t like something okay?”, he nodded once again. “Yeah…can…can I get a kiss?”, his simple question made your heart melt. Without wasting time you leaned down to him, gently kissing him on the forehead, then his cheekbone and finally his lips.

The kiss was gentle at first, but when he quietly gasped against your lips you deepened the kiss, your tongue not even needing to fight for dominance that he was freely giving to you. He gave up all control so easily it made you grin against his soft lips.

“I thought you mentioned once you were…very dominant, hm?”, you smirked when his blush reappeared and he shrugged. “I may have…lied a bit about that…” Once again you chuckled and gave him a peck on the lips before letting go of his face.

You sat down on the coffee table in front of him, “now, now…because you lied to me before I won’t fuck you tonight…but I’ll allow you to show me how you’d do it if you could. Go get your fleshlight-and don’t try denying you don’t have one”, he swallowed, slowly standing up, his pants still tented and painfully tight looking.

“How do you know I have one?” he asked, slightly embarrassed, making you laugh out loud. “Sweetheart, you left it in the bathroom before one of your extra long showers so…I knew it for quite some time. Now go get it or I won’t even let you fuck that fake pussy either”, with that he quickly left to go to his room.

A sigh left your lips as you waited for him. You’d never imagine this would happen. It was…like a dream coming true.

“I also took lube, but you didn’t say anything about it so I hope you’re not mad-“ “sweetheart of course not. You’re my good boy for thinking about it. Very good. Now come here”, you watched Jake sitting down where he sat before, some sweat has formed along his temple, even though you hadn’t started doing anything yet, “are you nervous?”

Jake breathed out loudly, nodding. “A bit, yeah…I never thought this would happen, you know….and now you’ll see me naked and…I’m nervous you won’t like…me…or little Jake-“ at that a loud ungraceful snort escaped you as you laughed. “Im nervous too. But I’m sure I’ll love every inch of your body, especially litttle Jake”, you grinned, placing your hands onto his knees.

“Now strip for mommy”, jakes breath hitched at that and he nearly ripped his hoodie in the hurry he was trying to take it off. Before you could even blink he was left in just his boxershorts, a wet spot where his tip was, but he seemed not as hard as he had been before. You definitely had to take care of that.

Your hands slowly brushed along Jakes thighs, his muscles twitched lightly, the same with his cock. “Come on sweetheart, show mommy what you’re hiding”, you smirked, watching as he slowly pushed down his underwear, his cock immediately springing free.

Before you could even say something Jake started rambling. “You have to know I’m a grower-its usually bigger, I’m just nervous so-“ “you’re bigger than that? Oh well, I think I won the jackpot”, you grinned teasingly, even though you really had to hide your surprise at his size. You definitely hadn’t expected him to be this big, definitely at least six inches, uncut thick and vainy. Just…fucking perfect. And hed be even bigger?

If you could you’d just wrap your lips around him and suck off, but not tonight. Tonight you had other plans. “You’re fucking gorgeous. The best cock I’ve ever seen”, you saw how a blush crept along his torso up to his cheeks, making you chuckle. How cute he looked like that.

“Show mommy how big you can get”, you watched as some more pre cum leaked from his slit at your words, while he slowly wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked his length. You could feel your cunt throb at the sight, but tonight wasn’t about you and you knew you’d have to ignore your needs for now.

Quiet gasps filled the ear as Jake pumped his cock, teasing himself a bit as he looked back at you for next instructions. “Keep going sweetheart, add some more lube”, he did as told, his strokes quickening a bit more, the gasps turning into quiet moans.

“So pretty when you make yourself feel good”, you whispered, slowly sitting back and spreading your legs. His gaze immediately fell to your panties, a wet spot where your slit was form how turned on and wet you were. “Now take your toy and show me how you fuck it. Show mommy how you play with this fake cunt”, you whispered, slightly teasingly but also demanding.

As soon as he let the fleshlight swallow his cock his expression changed, his brows furrowed and his lips parted slightly. “I-I won’t last long. I can feel it already, mommy”, he whispered barely audible, not moving yet. You chuckled at his words, watching how his whole body trembled. God, If a toy could make his shake like that, how would he look like if you’d take care of him?

“You have to, sweetheart. A good boy like you wouldn’t come without permission, right?”, a whine escaped his lips while he nodded slowly, “y-yeah. I’ll ask mommy for permission-“ “then you also should know not to stop playing with yourself when I don’t say so.”

Jake breathed as calmly as possible as he slowly started moving his hand again, the fleshlight making a squelsching sound from the lube and precum. He definitely seemed to be having difficulties and was concentrating on not coming. And since you were in a rather mean mood you’ve decided to make it even harder for him. And also have some fun for yourself.

“Now look at me, baby.” He looked back at you, swallowing hard and watching as you slowly pushed your panties to the side, showing off your wet folds to him. “See what you do to me? See how wet I am…it’s all because of you”, you whispered, your fingers parting your folds and brushing along your slit, coating your fingers with your own juices.

“I can’t wait to finally feel you inside me. I know you’ll feel amazing, brushing along all the sweet spots, hm? Show me how you’d fuck me, fuck your pathetic little toy like it’s my cunt”, his hand movement fastened a bit, as he gasp quietly, his hips moving against his hand. “Please mommy-make yourself feel good. I wanna see you come, please-“, he gasped inbetween moans as his hand movement quickened even more, definitely chasing his peak.

You bit your bottom lip, “sure thing, if that’s what you want sweetheart. How could I say no to such a good boy like you?”, you whispered, your fingers brushing up to your clit, but then dipping into your pussy, the squelch being similar to the sound his toy was making. You couldn’t remember the last time you were this wet for a man.

“is that how you would fuck me hmm? Feel my pussy squeezing your dick?”, you whispered as you noticed how his grip around the silicone toy tightened. He nodded again, his gaze glued to your cunt as you fucked yourself with two fingers. “Mommy please-I-I can’t. I can’t hold it longer, please let me come, please”, he moaned. You could tell he wouldn’t be able to hold it back any longer so you decided not to torture him any longer.

“Yes sweetheart, come for mommy. Fill mommys pussy with your cum”, your words were all he needed to release his load in the toy, his mouth open in a silent moan, eyes closed and still panting as his whole body tensed, his thighs trembling and shaking.

Seeing him in such a state was the best sight you could imagine. You’d love to take a picture and frame it…and maybe at some point he’d allow you to do so.

It took some light circles around your clit for you to finally reach your own high, making you gasp his name quietly. Hearing this jake immediately watched you again, hitting his bottom lip and slowly moving the flesh ligh a bit, even though he felt overstimulated.

After coming down you looked back at Jake, both of you grinning like idiots. “I think I need a shower…”, you whispered, standing up. Jake took in the view once again, how tall you were now standing up in those high boots.

You smirked at him, before leaving the living room.

“And you’re joining me.”

The following sounds of pants shuffling, a curse and something falling made you chuckle at Jakes eagerness while you imagined how he probably stumbled over his own pants.

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[navybrat817]

😈 - Send something a little dark about a fictional character

I am firm in the belief that Jake Jensen has set up hidden cameras in your apartment. You're his best friend - although he'd love to be more - and so it's for your safety. Purely for security reasons. The one in your bathroom? I'm sure he has a good, security, safety reason for it being there.

Should he be ashamed? Maybe. Is he ashamed? A little. Is he going to tell you, or get rid of them? Hell, no!

OOF. And that's a very good oof because dark!Jake is my JAM. Spread that shit on some bread and let me sink my teeth in, please. And BEST FRIEND at that?

Jake is the friend always there for you when the new guys that come into your life quickly bail. You don't understand. There has to be something wrong with you. Jake assures you that those guys are idiots for not giving you a chance.

And they are idiots. Not good enough for you. If they were good guys, how did he find dirt on them so easily? How did he chase them off with mere threats ? Untraceable, of course, because Jake is smart guy. A good guy.

That's why he watches you.

At least, that's what he tells himself when he has his hand wrapped around his cock, moaning as he watches the drops of water glide down your body throat the camera. He wonders just how sweet your skin tastes. Probably like honey between your thighs. And he loves to imagine the sounds you'll make when he splits you open, your cries echoing off the walls.

And moaning his name when he fills you up.

But he has to keep an eye on you. For your safety. That's why he can't get rid of them. Even when he makes you his girl, because you will be his girl, he'll keep the cameras there.

Not only is it for your safety, the camera loves you.

You're forever the star in his private movies.

And it's time for him to star in them with you.

Love and thanks! ❤️

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[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒅𝒂𝒛𝒆𝒅

week 2 - day 5 - kinktober - cream pie and breeding kink - tutor jake jensen x student reader.

warning - cream pie and breeding kink.

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18+ only please, the gifs and headers 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.

“I’m still not getting it, is it supposed to be doing this?” I look at Jake with wide eyes, scared of failing. Jake shakes his head, leaning closer and looking at what my computer is doing. I chew nervously on my bottom lip, noticing the disappointment in his eyes.

“How’d you manage this, hmm?” He types away, trying to fix all the mistakes I made. Jake pushes his glasses up, clearing his throat as he tries to ignore you, trying to desperately will away the dirty thoughts in his mind. All he wants to do is push this stupid laptop away and fuck you in that little dress.

“I–I don’t know, I’m sorry.” A hiccup leaves your lips as you try to hold back your tears, Jake looks over, and his cock hardens. His eyes land on your hardened nipple. The way your chest moves up and down, the harder you try to hold back your sobs. Jake places a hand on your thigh, closing his eyes for a split second.

“It’s okay. We’ll fix it. This is why I’m here, to help your little brain understand this.” Tears are still in your eyes, threatening to spill. You nod, watching Jake. 

“Okay… Thank you, Professor.” Jake’s cock throbs when you use the title he told you to call him. He moves the chair back before patting his thigh. Watching your doe-like eyes dart to his bulge, his veiny hand, and his thigh, your tongue pokes out as you subconsciously lick your lips.

“Sit here. It’ll make it easier for me to teach you” Jake has to try and hold the dark look in his eyes back. You look at him curiously but get up and slowly sit down on his thigh, not wanting to disrespect him. Jake bites down on his lip hard, holding back the groan that wants to escape. His hands grip the side of the chair until his knuckles turn white. The feeling of you throbbing against him is getting to him, desperately wanting to throw all morals out the window and fuck you until you are full of his cum and pregnant with his kids.

His cock twitches at the thought of how your tight cunt would feel wrapped around him. His thoughts are interrupted, “are you sure this is appropriate, professor?” you start to wiggle around, trying to get comfy on his lap. Your ass is brushing up against his bulge, which causes you to get curious and wiggle against it more. Jake’s eyes roll to the back of his head as you rub against his bulge. “Professor? There’s something in your pants, and it’s making it hard to get comfortable.” Jake swears he could’ve cum right then and there just from your innocence.

He grabs your hips, moving you so your back is flat against his chest and your pussy is directly on top of his cock, his length being hugged by your lips. Jake’s hips buck up slightly from the feeling causing a soft whimper to exit your lips. His lips move close to your ear as he whispers, his voice sending shivers down your spine and straight to your core, causing it to throb around his cock. “Don’t worry, bunny. This is very appropriate, but you can only do this with me, okay?” You nod, softly grinding down.

“Now, look towards the screen, and I’ll show you what you need to do.” You are both focused on the laptop screen for a while until Jake feels you slowly start to grind against him, huffing out something about being uncomfortable. He grips your hips, “what’s up, bunny?” His hands stroke your sides.

“Hmph, I’m uncomfortable.” Jake feels you snuggle against him. For a second, he’s confused until he feels your pussy throb against him and a wetness build. The pieces are put together when he realises uncomfortable is horny. Y/n looks at him from over her shoulder. “Can you please help, Professor? It hurts.” Jake’s mouth drops open when you pout.

He nods, his cock leaking as his fantasy comes true. Lifting Y/n and bending her over the table, Jake lifts her dress, moaning at the sight of her soaked knickers. “Okay, bunny. Are you okay with this?” She whines, nodding. “Words,” Jake growls, his cock straining against his pants.

“Yes, yes. I’m okay with this. Please, make the tingles go away. It hurts so much.” Y/n pushes herself back, grinding against his bulge, trying to relieve her pain. Jake grabs her hips, stopping her from moving before he moves his hand down to her core and rubs her through her knickers. Her moans fill the room as he rubs her little button before pulling them to the side, his mouth waters at her glistening lips.

Jake quickly unzips his pants, taking his weeping cock out before lining it with her hole. His eyes rolled to the back of his head at the feeling of being against her. “Are you sure you want this, bunny?” She repeatedly says yes, trying to push back into him so his cock slips inside but can’t move with how he’s holding her in place.

Slowly pushing inside, a groan fills the room. “Fuck, bunny, such a tight little girl. Jesus, fuck.” His hips jerk, cock slipping deeper inside you. Your walls hugging him, feeling every vein on his length, the feeling makes you moan, wiggling your hips wanting more friction. Jake looks down, and the sight is something he’s dreamed about, touched his cock too. He thrusts harder and faster into your sopping cunt, watching himself disappear and reappear, his balls slapping against your little button.

“Fuck, bunny. Do you- fuck -do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this. Bury my cock so deep inside of you and fill you with my cum, repeating it over and over again until you fall pregnant with my kids.” Jake feels you clench down on him at the thought, your little cunt spasming around him as you cum, “fuck, look at you. Cumming at the thought of being pregnant.” His cock throbs when he feels you clench again, placing a hand on your back and pushing you into the table as his hips jerk roughly into you.

His length hits every spot inside of you. Your moans are like music to Jake’s ears. Reaching down, he starts to rub your clit. Loving the way you scream his name, his pace speeds up when he feels his end approaching. “Fuck, bunny. I’m going to cum, and you will take it all. You going to make me a daddy?” Y/n nods, tears rolling down her cheeks as her orgasm explodes, squirting all over Jake’s cock and his clothes.

Jake’s eyes widen, and his cock twitches wildly as he cums deep inside her cunt. Still thrusting as much as he can as he empties himself, Jake slowly pulls out before getting on his knees and looking at her used cunt. His cock hardens again as he watches his cream slowly leak out of her. Two fingers push his cum back inside before leaning forward and placing a kiss on her clit.

“You did good, bunny, but we’re gonna have to do this your whole lesson, just to make sure it takes.”

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We're All Monsters AU Masterlist

The Vampire side of my and @paperweight91 's giant supernatural AU. Check out her werewolf side here!

See each story for warnings.

Psycho Killer - Ransom Drysdale x Little Rabbit

A drunken dare and chance encounter jump-starts a whole new life.

Everybody Wants to Rule the World - Steve Rogers x Sunshine

Your vacation comes to an end when a powerful and mysterious man gets his first taste.

Coming Soon

Heads Will Roll - Curtis Everett x Angel x Jake Jensen

Training to be a slayer becomes even more difficult when you must hit the road with two hunters for your own safety.

Killing Moon - James Mace x Sneak

When you and your boyfriend steal something without fully realizing who you are stealing from, you're sent on a cross-country adventure by an ally you're pretty sure you shouldn't trust.

Dance Hall Days - Steve Rogers x Ransom Drysdale

Ransom meets a man in a bar who seems like he'll be fun for a night or two... A prequel series to I Can't Sleep Cause My Bed's On Fire

Head Over Heels

All Cole wants is someone to share eternity with. He won't stop looking until he finds them.

[biteofcherry]

Lazy Sinday - Jake Jensen with a breeding kink?

The sun is so pleasant on your skin, as is the cool stone under your back on which you're stretched after cooling down in the stream.

Everything is so quiet and serene, and it takes you a moment to realize that Jake has gone quiet too. You lift your head slightly to peek at where he sits on another stone, your clothes and backpack at his feet.

He's looking at you, but there's a new kind of intensity to his gaze. It makes you feel hot all over.

"Jake?" You bite your lip.

Fingers, which you've been mindlessly tracing across your middle and under your breasts, still. Your legs close, when you realize you've been swaying them apart.

It's nothing to be ashamed of, you know. Jake has seen you naked, spread and absolutely ruined plenty of times. But this glint in his eyes has you trembling in wariness, as well excitement.

"Fuck!" Jake curses under his breath and lifts his gaze to your face.

"Sorry, babe. But you've been touching your belly and my brain just switched. I can't stop imagining-" he groans.

He stands up, abruptly. He crosses to you in two strides, already lowering the zipper of his cargo shorts.

"Need to take you now, babe." He kicks your legs apart and drops his weight down on you.

"Need to fill you," he admits in a hot rush; mouth traveling up your chest, sucking on your nipple. "Need to breed you."

"Oh shit!" There's a visceral reaction to the urgency in Jake's revelation - your legs spread wide to accommodate him, even as your brain fights with the idea.

"Wanna see you grow with it, with my seed," Jake's lips move up your neck and chin, until he's groaning into your parted mouth.

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[peyton-warren]

Blinded by the Fog Chapter 9

Characters: Reader, Captain Syverson Pairings: Reader x Syverson, Jake Jensen x Reader Word count: 3686 Type: angst and fluff Warning: 18+. Minors DNI. You will need tissues according to my beta. Guilt, self-depreciation, self-doubt, loss of spouse and found family, swearing, adorably adorablness and sickeningly sweet Sy. Summary: Reader and Sy have their first official date.

Author's Note: So many people to thank for this one. Thank you to @ellethespaceunicorn for the beta and for helping me through some rough spots in this. Thank you to @adulting-sucks for her continued support and betaing. Thank you to @sarahdonald87 and @geralts-yenn for listening to me whine about this chapter their support.

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Chapter 8 The following night you put your car into park next to Sy’s truck in his driveway a few minutes before you were scheduled to arrive for your first official date.  You nervously looked at yourself in the mirror, looking for imperfections for the thousandth time even though Aaran Syverson had already seen you at one of the lowest moments in your entire life just a few short weeks ago and still wanted to see you tonight.  

Flipping your visor back in place, you reached for the handle of the door, reminding yourself and the nervous butterflies that this was your idea.  Last night after you had assured Madre that you had made it home safe and sound, Sy and you talked more about apprehensions you both had and what you both wanted moving forward.  And it was quickly but delicately decided you would try actually dating.  That alone made you feel like a teen again, filled with excitement about seeing Sy in a more intimate way and also supplied you with dread at attempting to date in a town that seemed to be overstocked with people who knew about your recent loss.  You knew it was absurd to assume everyone who might see the two of you out together would think you were the world’s worst widow, but your brain would not let that possibility go.  Sy’s compromise was to have your first official date at his house the following night, he would cook for you. This plan seemed simple enough. The perfect combination of everyone’s wishes. But you couldn’t help the nerves now that it was here as you approached his front door, fidgeting with the skirt of your new dress for the millionth time.  

The new dress..... The one you had run off over an hour away to purchase this morning, deeming everything in your closet to be too tied to your husband, unable to shake the feeling you were cheating on Jake by agreeing to see Sy.  If you had new clothes, clothes your husband had never seen, never touched, it would make this semi-okay in your brain.  And speaking of never touched, you also took it upon yourself to buy yourself new lingerie.  You blushed hotly at the thought of the pastel purple set you were currently wearing under your dress.  You weren’t entirely sure you were ready to sleep with Aaran yet, but if it came up - excuse the pun- you were certain new undergarments should eliminate a portion of your hesitation.  

As you reached the door, you raised your hand to knock, only to have it opened before your knuckles could touch the painted surface.  You jumped, squeaked, and nearly dropped one of your gifts in your hands as you hid the second one behind your back with a rustle.  “Oh hi!” you tried to sound casual and normal as you looked up at your host leaned against his door.  And as your eyes flowed over him from toe to head, all rational thought disappeared from your brain, and you are fairly certain you need a bib.  

Dressed in jeans and dark blue collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and barefoot, Aaran exuded comfort and confidence all in one, something you wished you could say you felt at the same time. Your eyes landed on his sparkling blue ones as he finished his own perusal of you, making you flush as his eyes crinkle in the corner as his smile widened.   

“You look lovely,” he assured you, gesturing for you to step over the threshold by opening the door wider and stepping back with a nod.

Flustered, your eyes flitted around to find a safe place to land that was not on Sy as you entered his home. “Oh, I brought you these,” you stuttered, holding the hand not behind your back to offer him the six-pack of his favorite beer.  As his fingers brushed yours in the handle, you gasped, and looked up at him, his eyes trained on your face, the look both adoring and curious. 

“Thank you,” he said, his voice comforting and alluring, and seeming to flow over you in a way that it had not just a few days ago, seeming to almost coat your soul.  

Self-consciously, your hand dropped from the handle, choosing to grip the side of your skirt.  “You’re welcome.  Oh and you look nice too,” you admitted, your voice just this side of stuttering.  You suddenly felt very silly about your second gift for Sy, realizing what you thought might be a fun and playful gesture might not come across that way.  You felt self conscious and awkward as he waited expectantly for your final reveal.  

On your way to his house when you stopped to grab the beer, you stood by the display filled with bouquets of flowers, partly thinking it would be a cute idea, that he would likely do the same if he showed up at your house to pick you up for a real first date instead of this hiding away game you were forcing the two of you to play because of your own insecurities about being recently widowed.  You had stood before the display trying to pick out the perfect bunch.  You wondered if Sy even had a favorite flower.  And if he did what would it be.  Are there any flowers Texas was known for?   And you realized quickly you didn’t know much about Texas or the man you were joining for dinner.  

“I have to get back to cooking,” Sy said softly, breaking you from your thoughts.  “Make yourself comfortable.  Can I get you something to drink?” he asked.  “A beer?” He raised the bottles in his hand with a soft smile, before wandering toward the kitchen at a slow pace, half watching you.  

“Water is great and I know where it is,” you insisted.  

“Nonsense,” he insisted, popping the beers in the fridge and pausing at the stove to stir something.  “Let me get it for you, grab a seat.” 

You entered his kitchen to be greeted by familiar lovely smells. “Oh my god, is that-“ you paused, smelling again, craning your neck to look at the stove from the doorway.  

Sy’s face broke into a broader smile from the sink  “It is.  I remembered how much you liked it when I made it for you a few weeks ago,” he stated, settling a glass of water near the stools at the breakfast bar.  

Your smile matched his as you watched him turn back to the stove.  “It smells as amazing as I remember. Can I do anything to help?”  

Sy glanced over his shoulder at you, a calming looking on his face.  “You can sit there and tell me about your day,” he insisted.  

You glanced at the stools and then recognized you still held your other hand behind your back.  “Hey before I do that, do you have a vase?” The eyebrow of meow appeared again and coasted high on his forehead.  “A vase?” he asked questionably, still looking at you from over his shoulder.

“Yeah,” you responded, blushing.

He dropped the spoon to the stove top and nodded, licking his thumb and forefinger.  You couldn’t stop yourself from focusing on his tongue and lips as he made a soft, subtle smacking noise.  “I do,” he admitted, heading towards you, noting the look on your face with a small smirk.  You stood frozen in place as he got within an arm's reach, all the while his eyes were trained on yours.  At the last moment before he would have bumped into you, he sidestepped, brushing his arm against the one you had tucked behind your back, a half-attempt to look at what you had hidden, as if he didn’t have a clue after your one question.  “But there’s a problem,” he softly admitted, as you turned, keeping your front facing him while bending your body back to keep his last gift out of his view.  He walked into a small room off of the kitchen that you had not ventured into during your last visit, and you followed through the open folded french doors.  On the other side was a small but well appointed dining room, and in the middle of it sat a beautifully set table, including a vase in the center filled with simple daisies with a few peace roses speckled throughout them, complementary greens in between and flowing from a glass vase.  

You let out a small gasp, with a soft smile.  “Those are lovely,” you admitted, mentally comparing them to the grocery store tulips behind your back.  

“We can find a glass for the ones you are hiding.” Sy teased, making you awkwardly offer them to him.  “They are lovely too,” he told you, taking them from you, before kissing your cheek.  “You are so sweet to bring them.” 

With your skin tingling from his affections, you shrugged.  “They are just-” 

With a gentle look over his shoulder, Sy cut you off.  “The first flowers anyone ever gave me,” he amended.  “And I love them, thank you.”

Following him back into the kitchen, you watched as he grabbed a tall pint glass from the cupboard before glancing at the stove.  “Could you do the honors?” he asked, gesturing to the flowers he had laid on the counter by the sink.  “I need to finish dinner.”

“Oh of course of course!”   You slipped your shrug off, draping it over a chair as you moved quickly to the sink as he headed to the stove.  “I need a sharp knife,” you stated after looking at the bottom of the stems realizing they were dry and likely not getting any water.  

Sy didn’t move from his spot but gave you directions to find a knife to your liking.  The kitchen filled with comfortable silence along with the soft music coming from somewhere, you finally realized Sy had music playing throughout the house since you stepped foot into the house.  You usually were the same though lately you had forgone music in your everyday life because every song seemed to remind you of Jake or another Loser.  Soon you found yourself moving to Stone Free, humming along with the Hendrix song as you trimmed the ends of the flowers, placing them in the glass filled with water one by one.  If you weren’t mistaken, you might have caught Sy watching you from the stove as he filled bowls and plates with your meal.  

As you put the last bloom into the glass, the song changed and your face lit up.  “I haven’t heard this song in ages,” you lamented as Mick Jagger began singing about being free to do what he wants, any old time.   Setting the makeshift vase and its contents on the counter closer to the stove, you sang softly with Jagger as you turned to look at Sy only to find him right next to you. With a growing grin on his face, he reached for you, and pulled you into his arms, one winding around your back.  Biting your lip you looked up at him while you slid your hand into his.  With very little effort, Sy carefully danced you between the counter and the center island of his kitchen.  Eyes always on yours, he led you into the open space of the foyer, making your smile widen as you followed his lead through the house.  

'Cause I'm free

To do what I want

Any old time

Sy spun you, extending his arm for you to step out away from him before drawing you back in, pulling your body flush to his.  With a smirk, he leaned you over, dipping you as the song ended, making your face burst with a smile and a blush.  He held you there for a second,  your chests slightly pressed together, your breathing heavier than normal, staring in each other's eyes.  After a moment’s pause, Sy opened his mouth. “I really want to kiss you right now,” he admitted softly.  

Without a second thought, you simply nodded. “Then I think you should,” you barely whispered, your heart all but bursting from your chest as Sy leaned in to kiss you.  You eagerly met his lips as he pulled you into a standing positions, his hands now sitting on your spine, holding you close to him as one of your hands threaded itself through the hairs on the back of his neck, a couple of the fingers on the other hand gently gripping at the front of his shirt, sliding around one of the buttons.  Standing on your tiptoes, your lips melded with his.  At first the kiss was gentle and sweet but as Sy’s lips parted, and his tongue stroked across your lower lip, the temperature shifted.  All thought disappeared from your brain, the world disappeared, all concerns about the impropriety of this flew out the window as your tongues stroked over each other and your breathing increased.  Sy’s hand slid up your back to tangle in the hair at the base of your neck, your fingers almost matching in pressure as your kiss continued to escalate, getting lost in each other until you heard an annoying buzzer sound from the kitchen.  

Sy pressed his forehead to yours after pulling his mouth away, but made no move to detangle himself from you.  “Dinner’s gonna get cold,” he admitted.  

Your eyes stayed closed as you shrugged, not wanting to move.  “What’s ‘dinner’?”

He guffawed before kissing your nose.  “God you are adorable.”  Your grin widened as you blinked your eyes open, looking at him as he slowly released you.  Not letting go of your hand, he led you back into the kitchen.  “Can I help get this to the table?” you asked. 

Within a few minutes, the two of you were seated at the table.  This was far from the first meal you had shared, but looking around the table you couldn't help but feel a bit flushed and giddy at the measures Sy had taken for this first date.  The butterflies were still fluttering in your stomach but they had settled some as you began to eat, chatting about your day, about work, about your lives.  All these things were not new topics for the two of you to share, but it felt different, more open, more sincere.  

After dinner, Sy filled your wine glass with water and a pretty slice of lemon before leading you out into his backyard.  There was a cute little setting around a fire pit, a smattering of chairs, and benches, and the pit looked like it was ready to be sparked to life with just a single match.  Overhead were Edison bulbs strung through the trees, giving the faintest of lights.   

You followed him down the slate path, bare feet feeling the residual warmth the stones still held from the disappeared sun. As you settled into the settee, Sy made quick work with the fire, as you had predicted and joined you.   Without a second thought you curled into him, pressing yourself to his side, your head landing on his chest, your hand on his ribs.  At first he extended his arms outward, almost surprised by your actions, but he quickly recovered, draping one arm over your back and shoulder, curling his hand over your upper arm.  His other arm came to rest on his thigh, while he pressed his cheek to the top of your head.   “This ok?” You asked after a moment.  

Sy chuckled. “More than ok, hun.  More than.”  He squeezed you tighter against him. “Why wouldn’t it be?”   

You gently shrugged, eyes focused on the dancing flames in front of you.  “I don’t know.  Because you’ve been sending me different messages.” You felt your cheeks heat up.  “One second you are looking at me like I’m the only woman on the planet, and the next you are pouring me a glass of water so I’m sober enough to go home.”   

“First of all, tonight you are the only woman on the planet as far as I’m concerned,” he admitted into your hair.  “Secondly,” he paused as he wrapped his other arm around you, holding you firmer to him. “You are going home tonight.”  His arms tightened as you stiffened against him, your hand landing on his chest to push  away from him, as if he just insulted you by making decisions for you.  “This is our first date,” he reminded you.  “It wouldn’t be proper or right for anything else to happen except a lovely kiss goodnight at my door.”

Your brain warred for a few moments. Both touched and annoyed at his thoughts. “But what if I wanted more?” you ask even though you honestly didn’t know if you wanted more than what he was extending to you tonight.  You’d be a liar if you hadn’t thought about what sex with Sy would be like. But you also knew you were terrified at taking that next step with him.  In your mind, that direction was a huge step towards getting over Jake.  And you weren’t sure you wanted to get over him yet.  You weren’t ready to assign him to your past, put him on a shelf. He was, is, forever will be part of you.  

You felt Sy kiss the top of your head, followed by a scruffy peck on your forehead.  His hand cupped you under the chin, turning you to look up at him.  He skimmed his hand over your cheek, catching tears on his thumb, tears you didn’t even know you had cried.  “Because this,” he held up his damp digit.  “Tells me you are just as scared as I am by the next step.”

Your eyes fly from his hand to meet his blue eyes in the shadows cast by the fire light, confused and a little stung by his words.  “You are scared of sleeping with me?” 

Sy sighed, closing his eyes for a moment to gather his thoughts.  He tightened his hold on you, his hand landing on your cheek again.  “Yes and no,” he admitted, his eyes slowly opening.  You could see so much swirling in there, wishing you could read them.  “I am partly scared I will wind up just being the man who helps you get over the heartbreak of losing Jake.  That I’m the one who’s gonna put you back together only for you to find someone else when you are whole again.” His words stung hard, piercing through your heart.   

“I am not asking you to put me back together,” you assert, pulling back from him.  You fully extract yourself from him.  “I can do that on my own.  I thought this was something more than just that.” Abruptly you stood, making to move around him, intent on grabbing your things and going.  You didn’t need his pity date.  

“Sugar no,” he expressed, grabbing you around the waist and pulling you back.  He turned on the seat to face you, his legs on either side of you as you stood, arms crossed, staring at the house, not at him.  “This is more than that.  So much more than that,” he assured you, dropping his arm from your waist.  His hand reaches for your arm, gently tugging it from your chest, sliding his hand up your forearm to twine your fingers with his.  After a few silent moments, he sighed.  “I’m just scared,” he admitted.  “Very scared. Of losing you mostly.  You are the best thing to happen to me. Your pain and your struggles only highlight how incredible you are.  I’m scared you are going to get through the pain of losing Jake, and realize I was just something to hold onto so you didn’t lose yourself while you were healing.” You turned to look at him as his voice cracked. “That I was a mistake.”

Tears in his eyes were your undoing, the hurt you felt disappeared. Cupping his cheek, you stepped forward.  “Never a mistake, Sy,” you assured him.  “Never.”  He wrapped his arms around your waist and hips and drew you close to him. He pressed his face to your belly as your hand landed on his head.  “You have been my light, my guiding light as I work through all this. No matter how this works out between us, I will never think of you as a mistake.”  

The two of you stayed like that for an untold amount of time, your hand flowing over his shaved head. His face stuffed into your belly, your thighs pressed to his chest as you stared into the stars beyond the tree limbs surrounding you.  Sy felt right in a way that even Jake never did.  

With guilt you looked up into the sky, hoping Jake could forgive you for that.  You loved him, still loved him so so much. But what you had found with Sy was different, more supportive, more mature, more fulfilling.  You felt more tears fall from your eyes as you stared at the stars, remembering the first time you saw the milky way was with Jake, remembering that your first time for a lot of things was with Jake, remembering there was going to be no more first times with Jake.  

Unexpectedly and surprisingly, Sy drew you into his lap, settling back on the sofa.  Your knees landed on the cushion on either side of his hips as you allowed yourself to be manhandled into his embrace.  You both buried your faces into each other's neck. It was only then that you realized you were crying, nay sobbing.  You clung to Sy as rough as he clung to you, the two of you riding this emotional roller coaster together but separate.  But most importantly together.  Together you could weather whatever was thrown at you.  With him at your side, you could face your fears of the unknown, of the changes that you were going to meet.  You knew you could do it alone but you also knew you didn’t have to as long as he was around.  

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What about me?

Summary: You're Ari's girlfriend, but you slowly get replaced by someone who isn't you. Ari thinks this isn't true but figures it out he's wrong after it's too late.

Paring: Ari Levinson x reader x Jake Jensen

tw: literally just Ari being an asshole, fluff

"Sweetheart, you have to let me get dressed."

You pouted, wrapping your arms around Ari's muscular shoulders and burying your head in the crook of his neck desperately trying to get him to lay in bed with you a little longer.

"But why? can't you stay and cuddle for a little longer..."

Trying to give Ari the most convincing puppy eyes you possibly can, but falling to do so when you see he doesn't even spare you a second glance as he buttons up his baby blue dress shirt.

"No. Sorry baby, I promised Andrea I would meet her for drinks."

You paused for a moment. his just now current sentence throwing you off on so many levels. Who the hell is Andrea? And most importantly, why is she going out for drinks with your boyfriend?

"Who is Andrea, and why are you having drinks with her?"

Ari rolled his eyes annoyingly and looked at you with a scowl.

"Why do you always need to know everything I do. It's really annoying and overbearing."

You got out of bed and furrowed your eyebrows, trying to figure out how you were being 'annoying and overbearing'. Ari even knew before you guys got into a relationship that you had always been insecure about stuff like that, so it took you a little bit to get comfortable about some of the domestic things he tried to ease you into.

"Me? Annoying and overbearing. You're the one that's going out with another woman and getting drinks with her, and you don't believe that I have the right to ask you why?"

Ari looked at you angrily before putting his pants on and walking out of the bedroom grabbing his wallet before heading towards the front door.

You followed him not wanting him to leave angry with an issue that was not talked about between the two of you.

"is that it? Do you expect me to just sit here and be alright with you drinking with another woman?"

Ari paused and turned around setting his keys on the table beside him.

"yeah, maybe I do expect you to sit there and let me do what I want, it's not like I'm hooking up with random women."

"I trust you Ari I just don't want you doing anything you might regret later."

Ari scoffed

"yea sounds like you trust me a lot right now."

You looked at him like he was crazy, his voice getting louder and louder as he spoke.

"You're So Fucking clingy. Why can't you be more like Andrea!? She's pretty, skinny, I can fuck her better. She's perfect. you'll never be like her!"

As he yelled at you all you could do is cry and think about what he just said to you. Ari cheated on you and he didn't even try and pretend he wasn't.

Once the screaming stopped you looked down at the ground and stopped crying a little.

The minute Ari's words sunk in, you were angry.

"FINE. Go have a great time with Andrea I won't stop you."

You walked into your room and took a couple of boxes out, Walking back into the living room you put them on the table in front of Ari.

"Since you hate me that much you can take yourself and all your things out of MY house by tomorrow goodbye Ari."

Ari looked at you silently and followed you when you went back into the bedroom."

"I didn't mean that Baby, I'm sorry you know I love you"

"No, no you don't Ari don't say that"

You cried silently sitting on the couch with your elbows propped on your legs while your hands cover your eyes.

Ari makes his way over to the couch trying to wrap you in a hug and kiss your forehead. You push him away and stand up still crying.

"don't you dare touch me Ari"

"Please sweetheart we can talk about this-"

"Get out of my house. Please."

Ari attempted to come towards you to hug you once again but, you pushed him away.

"Are you sure I can sta-"

"GET. OUT"

Ari gave you one last guilty glance and made his way toward the door, slowly grabbing his keys on the way out.

2 weeks later

After the fight with Ari, he did come to your house and get his stuff in the mean time he was trying to find some reason why you should forgive him.

Your house was covered in pizza boxes, paper plates, and empty soda cans, along with take out boxes that should've been thrown out weeks ago. What have you done to yourself?

In the two weeks while you were downcasting in self-pity, Ari nonstop sent you multiple texts and calls to which you did not answer, threads of text messages that varied.

'I love you, baby'

'Please take me back'

'I'm sorry about what I said, and it'll never happen again'

'I dumped Andrea. Can we talk now?"

'I'm sorry, my love, please answer'

'U up?'

'You okay, baby?'

'Can I please come over so we can talk about this?'

'I really miss you, sweet girl'

'You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. Please answer..'

'You're absolutely perfect. I didn't mean anything I said to you, sweetheart'

Along with 98 missed calls from Ari

You couldn't bring yourself to put you in that down spiral of pain again, so you just ignored him.

While you glanced at the messages Ari sent you, you suddenly got this boost to go out to the land of living again.

You got in the shower and washed yourself, got dressed, grabbed your purse, and left your house.

What did you do once you got outside? To the coffee shop, of course, what better way to build your self-esteem back up than to order a coffee and sit down to catch up on some work.

Once you ordered your coffee, you sat down at a two person table and got your computer out waiting for them to call your name.

When you finally got your coffee and yourself settled, you heard the chair across from you creak across the wood floor and a voice that came with it.

"Um, hey, I was wondering if I could get your number?"

The voice across from you peaked your curiosity. You looked up from your computer to see a cute blonde boy with round glasses and an awkward smile on his face.

You smiled back at him, and that made him grin even more. You didn't need Ari anyway when you had this cutie in front of you.

"Whats your name?"

He paused and stumbled over his words a little bit.

"Jake Jensen, I thought you were really pretty and thought maybe I could have any chance of taking you out some time."

The smile on your face couldn't have gotten any wider. You felt like you were in high school again, giggling when your crush looked at you.

"I'm (name), I'd love for you to take me out some time, you're really cute too, so I don't mind that too much either.."

Jake's cheeks tinted pink when you said he was cute to, he was ecstatic that you said yes, very surprised that a pretty girl actually found his geeky persona attractive.

He handed you his phone, and you took it and put your number in his phone. Once you handed him his phone back, he gave you a quick bye and darted out of the front door of the coffee shop.

When you got back home, the first thing you did was take your shoes off along with your bra and change into something more comfortable. You spend the next two hours cleaning your wreck of a house, then you check your phone.

You unlock your phone and see a text from a number you don't recognize, but it can only be one person.

'Hey, it's Jake from the coffee shop. I was wondering when you wanted to meet up sometime?'

You paused for a moment, trying to think of the right thing to say.

'Of course, I'm open every day past 3 o'clock, so whatever works for you is ok with me!'

'Does 5:30 on Monday sound alright? Or I'm pretty much free to whenever you want to.'

'Of course 5:30 sounds great, see you then, Jake!'

Wow, you can't believe how excited you are. You immediately go to your room and pick out an outfit for Monday.

On Monday, you forgot how long it's been since you've been on a date because Ari never took you on them. Maybe that's why you were so nervous?

Jake texted you the details about where you where you two were going. you stood in front of your mirror and did your hair and finished up your make-up. You never really felt pretty, but right now, you felt beautiful.

You heard a knock on your door. You hurried to see open it and saw Jake standing there with a bouquet of flowers and a nice dress shirt and pants.

"These are for you."

He handed you the flowers, you smiled and took them

"Thank you so much. You can come inside if you want."

"If that's ok with you"

"I'll put these in some water then we can leave"

He took a deep breath as you turned around to face him, looking up at him.

"Wow, you do look gorgeous"

You went up on your tip toes and gave him a kiss on his cheek, Jake felt himself blushing slightly.

"You also look very handsome"

Jake gave you a chuckle and asked you if you were ready to go. You said yes.

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After the date, Jake drove you back to your house and walked you up to your doorstep. He took a deep breath and leaned in to kiss you, which you greatly accepted. After about a minute of him softly kissing you, you both pulled away from each other.

You gave him one last kiss and looked back up at him sweetly

"I really hope I get to see you again, Jake. You can always come by my house anytime if you ever need anything or wanna hang out sometime"

"Well, I definitely enjoyed tonight, and I do hope I get to see you to some time.. I'll definitely come by sometime, goodnight (name)"

"Goodnight Jake"

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And he didn't lie. Every single day, Jake would come to your house, to say that you guys liked each other was an understatement.

The past few weeks were amazing, and that made you almost completely forget about Ari. So much happened. One thing led to another, and here we are with you and Jake in a happy relationship cuddled up on the couch with your head laying on his chest with his arms tightly secured around you, watching some nerdy TV show that Jake insisted on watching.

What broke the peace was a knock on your front door, Jake pecked your forehead and got up.

"Don't worry, I'll get it, baby"

You groaned, annoyed that your personal pillow is leaving.

Jake opened the door, and before he could say anything, a man that was about the same height as him with dark shoulder-length hair and a beard started a speech

"Sweetheart, I am so sor- who the fuck are you?"

Jake looked at the man with confusion and an annoyed face.

"I'm her boyfriend. Who the hell are you?"

Ari raised his eyebrows, trying to look past the man to find you.

"No. I'm her boyfriend or, well, soon to be once I get her back."

"No your not-"

Jake was cut off by you sleepily wrapping your arms around his waist, peeking around to see who it was. Your eyes widened to see that it was Ari at your front doorstep with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

"Ari. What are you doing here?"

Ari slightly smiled

"I'm here to apologize, I miss you so much, baby, please can we talk"

Jake looked down at you in confusion

"Is he your ex-boyfriend?"

You looked back up at him

"Yea, and he was also fixing to leave to because he cheated on me and also because I have a new boyfriend which I love very much and he would never do anything to hurt me because he's a sweetheart. Goodbye Ari."

"Wai-"

You were fixing to slam the door when Ari blocked it and opened it

"What about me? you're gonna choose this weirdo over me?"

You paused

"Um yea, he's nice, sweet, gorgeous, funny, smart...the list goes on.."

You slam the door and lock it, ignoring Ari's yelling. You drag Jake back to the couch and kiss him, rubbing your hands over his muscles while he holds your waist. You pull away and sit up on his lap.

"I can show you what else I love about you.."

He smirked and gave you a teasing look, feeling you through his shirt that you were wearing right now.

"Oh yea? Why don't you show me then?"

You made your way between his thighs.

"I'd love to."

A/n- I had this in my drafts for a while it kinda sucks lol but it's definitely something (I did not proofread this at all).

[chasingmidnights]

A Brutal Life Series: Part Two - It's Nice to Have a Friend

Title: It’s Nice to Have a Friend

Summary: You stop by Jake’s shop for an update, while there, you meet Bucky. You can’t help but have this feeling that the three of you are going to be really good friends. 

Warnings: First, this is 18+, minors DNI, you will be blocked. Warnings to look out for but not limited to would be: mild cursing; some sexual implication/thoughts; angst; mentions of previous abuse; and I think that’s just about everything. I apologize if I missed anything but you are responsible for what you read and your own media consumption. I do not claim to be a professional writer, any and all mistakes are my own and nothing is beta read. 

Wordcount: 2,963

You hummed to yourself as a small smile played on your lips, the apartment smelled delicious having just pulled out a batch of your famous chocolate chip cookies. They had just cooled down enough and you were scooping them into a decorative tin cookie container. You were glad that Wanda wasn’t there, because she would be giving you so much shit right now, especially if she knew the cookies were for Jake. You could see the scenario playing out in your head, causing you to chuckle a little bit. Thankfully, she was at work and you didn’t have to worry about it. You did, however, leave enough for her when she got home. You put the lid on the container and it snapped as it completely closed shut. The once small smile started to grow as you thought about giving the cookies to Jake, your only concern was that if he was going to like them or not. But who doesn’t like homemade chocolate chip cookies? 

The store bell chimed as you opened the door and you could feel yourself starting to get anxious, you held tightly onto the container as you glanced around the shop. It was a little busier than it was a few days prior as a few people milled around looking at things that the shop has to offer. When the counter cleared, you took a deep breath before walking up to it, but you stopped just short of it as someone else was running the front. Thankfully, he was busy counting money at the register and hadn’t noticed you yet as you took in his appearance. His hair was a bit longer than Jake’s, a little more on the shaggy side and a few strands framed his face; the dark brown hair complimented his fair skin tone. He too was covered in tattoos, both of his arms having full sleeves, his almost too small, black tank top did nothing to hide them, nor the one his neck. As you continued to stare at him, you kept finding more and more detail about him; like how both of his ears were pierced and the simple gold chain around his neck. You wondered if this was Bucky, the other one that Wanda had told you about. If so, she was right, neither men were what you were expecting. 

“Can I help you?” The dark-haired man asked as he looked up and saw you just standing there, he arched a brow as he eyed you up and down. 

You cleared your throat before you closed the space between you and the counter. “Is Jake here?” 

The man smirked as you asked for Jake. He then leaned back and called out towards the back room. “Yo, Jake, girl scout here to see ya!” 

You were about to correct him, but as Jake came out of the back room, the dark-haired man then left to help a customer. As you and Jake made eye contact, you could feel butterflies starting to form in your stomach, especially when he smiled at you. You tried to suppress the feeling, but it wouldn’t budge, if anything, the butterflies multiplied and grew stronger. 

“Hey, what’s up? Is everything alright?” Jake inquired, and you swore you saw his smile falter a little bit. 

Wait, was he actually concerned about you? You mentally shook the thought away, that was absurd, the two of you barely knew each other. 

“Everything’s fine. I just wanted to drop these chocolate chip cookies off to you.” You said quickly as you held out the tin container. 

Jake’s smile returned, growing as it did as you held out the cookie container for him. Your hands brushed up against each other as Jake accepted the tin container. “Not trying to bribe me are ya? Because chocolate chips are my favorite.” 

You could feel your cheeks starting to heat up, the feeling extending to your neck and ears at the brief contact and as Jake opened the container. You held your breath as Jake took out a cookie and took a bite. It felt as if time had come to a stop as you waited for Jake to tell you if he liked them or not, but judging by the humming sound that he was making and the nodding of his head, you were starting to assume that he liked them. 

“Do you like them?” You asked nervously, looking up at Jake, wanting a confirmation of your assumption. 

He smacked his lips a couple of times before his smile grew wide once more, revealing his dimples, causing your butterflies to flutter rapidly. 

“Delicious! Best damn cookies I’ve had in a while.” Jake answered, licking his lips as he did. 

When his tongue poked out to wet his lips, you found yourself wondering what it would feel like on your lips. And not just the set on your mouth. You shook the thought quickly from your mind and you were about to say something, but before you could, Jake’s business partner had rejoined the two of you. 

“Did I hear something about cookies?” The raven haired man asked, glancing between you and Jake. 

“Yeah,” Jake said, a shit eating grin on his face. “But they’re all for me, isn’t that right?” He then glanced over at you, giving you a quick wink. 

You let out a small laugh as Jake winked at you and you noticed how he was trying to close the cookie container. However, Jake was too slow and the other man was able to swipe one of the cookies. You smiled as he instantly took a bite and groaned, practically devouring the cookie in two bites. 

“God, please tell me you can bring more!” The other man said as he licked his fingers. “Otherwise, I’m gonna have to steal all of Jake’s.” He said with a huge smile as he looked at you. “I’m Bucky by the way, Bucky Barnes.” 

“It’s nice to meet you.” You said in return, before you introduced yourself. 

“Ah, Wanda’s friend, right?” Bucky inquired with a smirk curving up at the corner of his mouth. 

“Yeah, that’s me.” You said with a small smile, an inkling telling you that Bucky was an ornery one with the way that he smirked at you. 

“And the one who Jake couldn’t stop talking about the last couple of days?” Bucky teased, his smirk now a full blown smile as he gave you a knowing look. 

“Here, how about another cookie to keep your mouth shut.” Jake said as he shoved a cookie into Bucky’s mouth. 

Bucky tried to talk but his mouth was too full to do so and you couldn’t help but laugh. You also wondered if what Bucky said was true at all, surely not, right? There was no way Jake was interested in you, so you pushed the thought aside as Jake and Bucky had started to bicker like two old men. You found it quite hilarious as you watched the two of them go back and forth, until the bickering match started to settle on its own. However, when the phone started to ring, Bucky quickly answered the phone and greeted the caller. You gave Jake a small smile as Bucky talked on the phone with the customer. 

“Oh, I did want to ask you something in regards to those emails.” Jake said, breaking the awkward silence that had formed between the two of you. 

You glanced around the shop and noticed a few people milling about the floor. 

“You wanna talk out here?” You asked nervously and you started to fidget with your fingers. 

A small smile formed on Jake’s face as he looked down at you, he could clearly tell that you were nervous. He softened his face a bit as he spoke up again. “Nah, we can talk in the back where your laptop is.” 

“Okay, I’d prefer that.” You said anxiously, wondering what this could be about and if he had actually found something. 

Jake then led you to the back room, closing the door behind you as he did. When you entered the back of the shop, you were surprised at how big it was and how many stations they had set up with several pieces of equipment sprawled throughout. Jake led you through the maze of technology and back into his own office. There, you saw your laptop all set up as if he had just been working on it earlier. He pulled up a chair for you before he sat down and quickly typed a few buttons on the keyboard. Jake then started to show you a few things that he had been working on since you had dropped off your laptop. You were doing your best to understand what he was telling you, but when he started to talk about “back entrances” and “IP addresses”, you were completely lost. But, you found yourself enjoying listening to him talk about something he was clearly passionate about and it made you smile. Every so often, he would point something out to you and you would lean in as if you had a clue what he was talking about. When you did that though, your nostrils were immediately met with his cologne and you thought he smelled incredible. The scent made you dizzy and it was quickly becoming one of your favorite scents. 

Jake continued to show you things, but every now and then, Bucky would poke his head into the office. A lot of times, he would make some comment about you and Jake or claimed he needed something from the office. Each time, you would just shake your head and you caught Jake rolling his eyes a few times. One time though, Bucky came back and he was eating one of the cookies that you had brought. You watched him as he inspected it, before taking another bite. 

“You know, I consider myself to be a fairly decent baker, but damn, these are better than mine.” Bucky said, smacking his lips. 

“Thank you. I got the recipe from a friend.” You said with a small smile, not wanting to reveal too much.

Bucky nodded his head as he took another bite of the cookie. “Hmm, that’s all I get? And here I thought we were friends.” Bucky pouted as he polished off the cookie. 

“Well, what if you come over one night and we can do a little baking? Maybe even have a bake off.” You suggested a small, mischievous smile forming on your lips. 

Your suggestion caused Jake to chuckle and he turned his attention to you and Bucky. “Okay, if this is gonna happen, I have to be there.” 

You couldn’t help but become giddy at the idea of a bake off with Bucky, and the fact that Jake wanted to witness it, made it all that much better. “Of course, the more the merrier. You and Wanda can be the judges.” 

“Oh, you are on, missy!” Bucky said with a huge grin as he pointed at you. 

The bell from the door chimed, causing Bucy to go back to the front of the store, but as he did, he shot you a wink. A small laugh escaped you as you shook your head at Bucky’s antics. Jake’s voice pulled your attention back to him. 

“You know, if you do this, you’re never gonna be able to get rid of him. You’ll have a friend for life, you sure that you’re up for that?” Jake teased with a smirk, glancing over at you as he did. 

“Honestly, I could use some more friends, it would be nice.” You answered with a small smile as you looked him in the eyes. “Would you be okay with that?” 

As you waited for an answer, you wished with everything that you had that Jake would be alright with this and gain his friendship as well. 

Jake scratched his chin as if he were thinking deeply about it. “Yeah, I’d be alright if you stuck around more. Even when I’m done working on your laptop and figuring out this mystery.” 

You didn’t miss the smirk that had caused the corner of his mouth to curve up. Was he flirting with you or was he simply being nice? When Jake’s smirk disappeared as quickly as it had formed, it was hard to tell. Surely, he was just being nice, that’s what you told yourself anyway. You were just about to say something, when Bucky called for Jake to the front of the store. The two of you both let out a huff as it seemed your time together was coming to an end. You were curious if Jake was just as disappointed as you were about the interruption. 

“It’s okay, I should probably get going. Thank you for showing me what you’ve done so far.” You said softly as you met Jake’s gaze, you could feel your stomach doing flips as the two of you stared at each other. 

“It’s no problem.” Jake said as stood up, holding out a hand for you. Chivalry, you liked it. You took his hand and he gently pulled you up.You loved how your hand felt in his, his hand practically swallowing your own. “You know, any time you want an update or want me to show you a few things, you’re more than welcome to stop by.” Jake said as he led you back to the front of the store. 

“Really? That would be great! I might actually take you up on some lessons, I'm pretty inept when it comes to technology.” You replied, thankful that Jake was fine with you stopping by every so often. 

Jake then paused and turned to look at you. “So, let me guess, everything that I just showed you went completely over your head?” 

You tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, slightly embarrassed that you just gave yourself away. “Yeah, pretty much.” 

Jake chuckled at your answer. “Well, you had great enthusiasm for someone who had no clue. How about Monday, you come here early and I can give you your first lesson?” 

“Monday sounds perfect.” You said with a huge smile on your face. 

When you and Jake got to the front of the store, Bucky motioned for Jake to come over. Instead of waiting, you waved goodbye to the duo and slipped out the front. You couldn’t wait for Monday to roll around for your first lesson with Jake. 

When you got back home after running a few errands, it was rather late. The place was pretty quiet though so you figured that Wanda was still at work, which was normal for her since she was a personal assistant and often worked late. After sending her a quick text and making sure the door was locked behind you, you decided to put everything you bought earlier away and its proper place. Once you received your reply from Wanda, confirming your assumption, you decided to call it an early night, eating a small meal before getting into your night routine. As you soaked in the tub, and between the steam and the small glass of wine, you were starting to become sleepy. It wasn’t long before you were resting your head on your neck pillow and drifting off to sleep. 

Darkness surrounded your vision as you were being kept in the dark cellar of the manor. You weren’t exactly sure how long you had been down there for this time, as time seemed to blur together. Terrified, you kept to the far corner so that you had a good view of your exit. Your head snapped towards that direction as you heard the heavy door slowly creak open. 

“Are you away from the stairs?” 

You were only slightly relieved when it wasn’t his voice that you heard. However, she was just as unpredictable as he was and that scared you. It was almost as if he had her under some kind of spell with how obedient she was to him. 

“Y-yes, I am.” You called out to her, your body trembled. 

You then heard the sound of footsteps coming down into the cellar and you curled into yourself. 

“You know, you really shouldn’t be so disobedient. He wouldn’t be so harsh otherwise.” The woman suggested as she made her way over to you. 

A sliver of joy filled you as you saw the tray of food being set in front of you, you were so hungry. 

“Eat up, you’ll need your strength for tonight.” The woman said, her tone suggestive. 

“Why? Why do you help him so much Connie?” You asked, before you grabbed the roll. 

That apparently wasn’t something she appreciated you asking as she slapped you across the face. The sting caused you to whimper and her gaze narrowed. 

“”And what he sees in you is beyond me.” With a huff, Connie stomped away and stormed up the stairs. 

When the door slammed shut, it caused you to jump and you were surrounded by darkness once again. 

You jolted awake, gasping for air as you did and water splashed all around you as you scrambled to sit up. You placed your hand on your chest as your heart raced and you tried to gather your thoughts. When you realized that you weren’t where you were just moments ago in your dream, you took a deep breath and set back against the tub. After a moment, you had calmed down and decided that it was best to finish up your bath and go to bed. You hoped that when you returned to dreamland, you wouldn’t have any more nightmares. But you knew you were kidding yourself, since nightmares were all you had since you left him.