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darkbluekies · 9 months

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i have been DREAMING of a silas torture scene!!! i have literally read, re-read, and re-re-read every word you’ve ever written about that man .. you have no IDEA how much I am going to eat up his torture story 🤭🤭 thank you for feeding us!!! <3<3

In the basement

Mafia!yandere OC x reader

Summary: you find yourself in Silas' basement once again and he decides to try a new torture technique — which backfires.

Warnings: torture, violence, mentions of starvation, manipulation burning, boiling water, mentions of cuts, mentions of sawing off people's limbs, ripping out teeth and nails, blood, beating, (let me know if you find more, I have been editing and rewriting so much that I've forgotten what is in the story at this point)

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You lift your head when you can hear footsteps coming towards you. The mumble of Silas men greeting someone is all you need to know who’s here to see you.

“There we have them”, Silas snickers and clicks his tongue amusedly. He’s acting as if he’s talking to a child. “Are we ready to act like a big girl/boy again?”

You glare up at him, where he stands with his hands in his front pockets. If you could, you’d tackle him until he hits his head, but your ankles are chained to the cold floor.

“I fucking hate you”, you mutter coldly.

“Oh, do you now?” he chuckles cockily and grabs your chin firmly, tilting it up to look at him.

Your neck gets strained beyond its limits. Silas is tall and refuses to crouch down to make it easier for you to look up at him.

"Still disobeying?" he asks. "I thought you'd be good by now. I miss you, little thing. I want to have you back in my arms. Who am I supposed to hug at night?"

"Hug a cactus", you spit. "Suits your pleasant personality-"

Silas chuckles and grabs a fistful of your hair. He sinks down in front of you and forces you to look at him. Your eyes widen in fear and your scalp burns at his fingertips. You can feel your heart beat harshly in your chest. Suddenly, you remember why you've been afraid of him before — why his techniques always work. You seem to forget the basement when you've been let out, everything turning into a blur. All you remember is that you do not want to go back. But somehow, you always manage to.

"You don't want me to be nice, do you?" he asks you. "Want me to break that pretty little head until you're bleeding, hm?"

You shake your head quickly. Suddenly, you've figuratively your tongue — and if you're not careful you'll soon literally lose it.

Silas lets go of your hair and stands up. You keep your head down.

“Hm, what should we do to teach you a lesson?” Silas thinks out loud and takes a hold of your hand. “Should we … break some fingers?”

You shake your head quickly and try to take your hand back. Silas holds it tightly and brings out a lighter from his pocket. You panic and try to rip your hand out of his iron grip. Silas traps you against the wall with his knee and elbow keeping you in place. He shifts his bodyweight onto you and traps your arm onto the wall by securing your wrist to the surface. With his other hand, he brings out his lighter. You squirm desperately under him.

“Alright, I’m not going to break your pretty fingers”, he says. “You need them to please me.”

“Please, please, don’t!” you screech and try to kick him. “Silas, don’t!”

He lights it.

“Do you know how my heart feels right now, Y/N?” he asks calmly. “It’s burning. I think it’s only fair for you to feel it too, to understand how hurt I feel.”

He moves the flame to your arm, holding it under your skin. You cry out in pain and apply more force to your wiggling. A stance of burning flesh reaches your nose. Silas holds the flame for a good thirty seconds before removing it. He brushes some soot off of your arm and bends down to kiss it. He moves on to your next arm, then your waist. You finally manage to pull your arms free and push him away. You try to sink down on the floor, but he lifts you up by your shoulders.

“I need you to stand up for me”, Silas says. “Still with me?”

Your face scrunches up in pain. Silas shakes you carefully.

“Still with me, baby?” he asks in a loving voice that doesn’t match his manners.

You nod weakly. Silas smiles slightly and places you back at the wall. Your poor legs are still cuffed and feeling like jelly. Silas chuckles.

He looks over his shoulder as two of his men come in with four buckets of water. You stare at them with wide eyes. This is new.

“You know I can’t hurt you”, Silas says and walks over to the buckets.

“Can’t hurt me?” you repeat in disbelief and show your arms full of cuts and bruises. “You’ve burned me! You’ve cut me!”

“You should see what he does to people he doesn’t like”, one of his men smirks.

“Don’t talk to them”, Silas warns him and grabs the man by his collar. “Or you’ll get to taste what I do to those I don’t like.”

“Yes, sir, sorry, sir.”

Silas lets him go and grabs one of the buckets. He walks back to you where you stand against the wall. You want to sink into it. With your eyes glued onto the bucket, you open your mouth to ask what he’s going to do but you don’t have time to do so before he throws it at you. You hide your face with your arms and scream. Boiling hot water crashes against your body. Your dirty clothes stick onto you and quickly grow cold. You breathe heavily and look at Silas in shock and pain. He has already turned around to get the next bucket. Suddenly, everything’s ice cold and you scream again. Somehow, it’s worse this time. The quick temperature change feels like sharp needles penetrating your skin. You’re sure that Silas’ men upstairs can hear you by now.

You shake your head in desperation as you see Silas pick up the next bucket.

“Silas, please-”, you cry out.

“You caused this yourself, Y/N”, Silas reminds you. “You have one simple rule: do not leave me. And what did you do?”

You stay quiet. He throws the next buckets full of water. Scorching hot. You scream even louder and start to sob.

“What did you do?” Silas asks testingly and walks over to the last bucket.

“I-I tried to run away!” you cry out and hug your shaking body.

“And?”

He picks up the next bucket.

“I talked to a cop!” you sob and press yourself closer to the cement wall. “I’m sorry, I’ll never do that again! Please don’t hurt me anymore! Please, Silas, I-I’ll do anything!”

Silas scoffs. “You wanted to leave me, get me in trouble and destroy everything I’ve built up these last ten years! And I’m just supposed to … forgive you?”

You sob. You know how proud Silas is of his imperium. He's spent the last ten years building it to become the most fearless and powerful criminal in the country. You just wanted him to feel as helpless as you do.

Silas throws the last bucket at you and an icy waterfall greets you. One last scream leaves your panicked body. You sink down in a curled up ball as you hug your body, trying to keep some kind of warmth and shield. You sob and whimper with your head full of fear and nerve system confused. Silas throws the plastic bucket to the side and walks over to you. He sinks down in front of your body and grabs your chin between his index finger and thumb, like he did before.

“What do I need to do to make you obedient?” he asks. “Do I need to kill everyone to make you stay with me?”

“Please …”, you plead through hammering teeth. “Please don’t, please-”

He hushes and cups your cold, wet cheeks.

“You only need me anyway”, he says softly. “All those other people — your family, your friends — they don’t care about you like I do, do they? They just pretend to spare your feelings. Have they even tried to find you? Or help you? They’re probably going on with their lives the same, as if nothing has changed, in this precise moment.”

“You don’t know that”, you whisper and sniffle.

“I do know. I have been watching them.” Silas moves closer to you. “If they really cared about you, they’d tell you when you did something wrong, and then help you fix it. That's what families do, they help you become a better version of yourself. They wouldn’t lie and let you destroy and embarrass yourself. The reason I put you down here, Y/N, is because you're my family, someone I care very much about. I have to teach you a lesson to make sure that you don’t do anything dumb. You’re a danger to yourself. You need me to take care of you, to teach you what is right and wrong.” He caresses your cheeks. “If only you didn’t do such stupid things I wouldn’t have to do these hurtful things. You know I love you.”

You sob and look down.

"Say it back, Y/N", he urges you. "Say that you love me."

"I … I love you", you mumble.

"Good girl/boy."

Silas warm lips presses a hard kiss to your forehead before standing up. You sit frozen while he walks up the stairs.

Silas leaves you alone for another twenty four hours before he walks down again, to see if you’ve broken yet. If you haven’t, he’s going to take your clothes and carve in his name in your leg to force you to see his name every time you open your eyes. He sees you curled up in a ball in the corner of the dark, cold basement. You’re not moving.

“Are you sleeping, baby?” he smirks. “Rise and shine, we have work to do! We’re not done yet.”

You don’t move. You must be weak from hunger.

“If you act well today, I might get you something to eat”, he smiles and walks over to you. “Would you like that?”

He’s much, much nicer to you than to the other people who have the displeasure of ending up in his basement. He would never talk to them as sweetly as he does to you, never negotiate with them like this. He would never change his torture methods to be nicer to anyone else but you.

“Y/N.”

You don’t give him any attention. Silas rolls his eyes and grabs your hair to turn your face to him. You moan out a weak painful sound. Something’s wrong, Silas can tell that. He sinks down in front of you and presses his hand to your forehead.

Shit.

Silas can feel how his heart skips a beat. He should have realized that you would have gotten sick if he left you in this cold basement in your ice cold, soaked clothes and hair. He gulps and cups your cheeks.

“Are you awake?” he asks quickly. “Baby, look at me.”

You open your eyes slowly and look at him with dull, glossy eyes. Silas looks over his shoulder, towards the stairs.

“Get me the keys to the cuffs!” he roars.

He turns back to you and hastily brushes the hair out of your face.

“Hold out, darling”, he says softly. “You’ll be taken care of as soon as I get the key.”

You cough out a weak sound that seem to come from deep inside of you. Silas helps you by patting your back.

A woman comes down and gives Silas’ his keys. He hurries to uncuff your ankles and pick your warm, limp body up in his arms. He hurries up the basement stairs and then up the next stairs to your bedroom. He takes your cold clothes off of you and gives you new, dry ones. His sweatpants, his t-shirt. You black out right away. He takes the time to take care of your older cuts and your newer burns before tucking you in bed. Silas watches you with a burning gaze. He clenches his jaw before walking out of the room. His second in command stands downstairs.

"You", he says angrily.

"Yes, boss?" he asks and looks up from his phone. "What can I help you with?"

"Go up to the bedroom and watch over Y/N. I don't want them to be alone."

"Sure, but what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to work a bit. I need to get my mind on other things."

"I will watch them for you."

"Thank you." He grabs his shoulder. "You know the rules. Recite them."

"I will not talk to them if not necessary. I will not answer any questions and I will not touch them if not necessary. I will let you know right away if something is wrong.”

Silas nods and walks away. He walks into his office and sits down behind his desk. Although he tries to concentrate on paperwork, anger is boiling through his veins. He doesn’t know what he’s angry at — himself, you or his men. Himself for forgetting that you could get extremely sick, his men for not warning him … or you for getting out of your punishment before he had gotten to the point he wanted. He tells himself that this sudden sickness is a part of your punishment, but it doesn’t help his racing heart.

Silas pours himself a glass of brandy, in hopes to calm his nerves. The liquid burns down his throat and warms up his body, but it doesn’t help. Before he can stop himself, he throws the glass as hard as he can against the wall. It shatters into a million pieces. The door opens quickly.

“Boss, what’s wrong?” one of his men asks.

“Get me someone I can mangle or else I’ll go insane”, Silas breathes out through gritted teeth. “Take someone from the street if you have to — just bring me someone I can kill.”

You open your eyes and feel how a lump has grown in your throat. You try to cough and rip your entire vocal chords with it. A cough attack erupts from deep inside your stomach. Every cough hurts worse than the one before and every breath in feels as dry as an ocean.

“Oh, careful”, a voice says and helps you sit up. He holds a glass of water to your lips. “Drink up.”

You recognize the man beside you. Silas’ second in command? Where’s Silas?

“You’re awake”, he states and stands up from his chair after putting down the glass. “I’ll go get the boss-”

You panic and shake your head.

“Please stay.” You’re caught by surprise that your voice comes out as nasally and thick as it does, although it shouldn’t surprise you in the slightest. “Don’t get him.”

“I have rules to follow.”

“I have to ask you something first.”

The second in command sighs and turns his head over his shoulder to look at you. He looks tired, but you can’t let him leave until you’ve had your question answered.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I’m not allowed to answer your questions”, he says.

“I really need an answer”, you plead.

“Silas will answer-”

“I don’t want his answer. He’ll lie to me. Please.”

He sighs and turns to you with his arms crossed over his muscular chest. “Let me hear the question first.”

“What do Silas do to the people he doesn’t like?”

Silas runs his hand through his sweaty hair. The man in front of him cries out. Silas has continued to throw punch after punch, using this strange man as a boxing doll. His fists are sore and bloody. Sweat drips down his back. The man in front of him has gotten his teeth pulled out with pliers, his hair has gotten cut down to his bleeding roots and nails have been ripped off. Silas had forgotten to gag him at first but the second the first loud scream exited the man's body, all he could see in front of him was your terrified eyes waking up to it.

"Boss, Y/N’s awake", a voice behind him says. Second in command.

"Fuck, I'm all bloody", Silas mutters and looks down at his black jeans and shirt that he's pulled the sleeves up on. "I can’t go up like this. Get me a washcloth."

The second in command drowns a cloth in a bucket of water. Silas uses it to scrub his arms, neck and face while walking up to you. When he opens the door, he finds you sitting up in bed, hugging your knees close to your chest.

"Hi, baby, how are you feeling?" he asks and sits down on the side of the bed.

Your eyes scan hum warily, stopping at his arms. Traces of blood can still be visible in the hair strands. Silas pulls down his sleeves.

"Don't worry about that", he says with an embarrassed smile. "How are you feeling, darling?"

"It hurts."

Silas reaches out to caress your cheek, but you flinch away. He frowns.

"I'm not going to hurt you anymore", he says carefully.

“Why are you bloody?” you whisper. “What have you done?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Why do you have to like me? Why do I have to go through this?”

You start to ramble for yourself and Silas hushes loudly.

“You’re not making any sense, little thing”, he says. “Slow down, take a deep breath.”

“Why do you do those things to people?” you almost hyperventilate before starting to cough.

Tears flow down your cheeks. You’re absolutely hysteric. Silas freezes. You know something.

“Why do I do what?” he asks quickly, grabbing your shoulders tightly. “Did someone tell you anything? What did they say?”

You sob and shake your head.

“Y/N, if you don’t tell me what someone has put in your head-”, Silas says sternly.

“You saw off people’s limbs!” you sob. “You … y-you-”

“Y/N, enough. Who told you?”

You don’t answer. Another cough attack erupts. Silas starts to get annoyed.

“Y/N, who told you?” he asks through gritted teeth. “If you’re trying to hide someone, I’m throwing you back into the basement right away, with a fever or not.”

You sigh and glance up at him in pure fear. “Your second in command …”

“That motherfucker-”

Silas lets go off your shoulders and fly up from the bed. He can’t help but feel a deep ache in his heart. His second in command has been with him since he started his ‘organization’ — he’s been with him through thick and thin, had his back through everything. Him, out of anyone, knows the rules better. Silas trusts him to keep an eye on you alone, knowing that he would never betray him … or at least believing that.

He grabs his second in command and throws him against the wall.

“Traitor!” Silas growls. “You told them?!”

“They said that they had to know!” the second in command answered loudly, defending himself. “They wanted to know if you really love them! They wanted to know if you really were softer on them than others! They thought you’d lie if they asked you! I did you a fucking favour!”

They meet eyes for a few seconds before Silas curses and lets him go. He backs away, running his hand through his black hair.

“Silas, I didn’t do anything to betray you”, the second in command says calmly. “I answered Y/N’s question in your favor. If I didn’t, they’d be even more wary of you.”

Silas doesn’t answer. His head and his heart are battling.

He notices how you’re sitting at the top of the stairs, leaning against the railing, coughing into your arm. You’ve dragged yourself out of bed to stop him, but you couldn’t get far enough before your weak, aching body betrayed you.

“Y/N, what are you doing out of bed?!” Silas says sternly. “You need to rest!”

He runs up the stairs and picks you up. You’re tucked in again.

“If you leave the bed again, I’ll have to cuff you”, he says carefully. “I don’t want you running around — especially when you’re sick.”

You’re very familiar with the chains that he uses to keep you in bed. Silas climbs sinto bed and sits on top of your legs to make sure you stay in place.

“Y/N, Y/N, listen to me”, he says and cups your cheeks. “I could never do those things to you. You don’t have to be afraid of me.”

“You hurt me”, you remind him through sobs. “Even if it wasn’t as bad as you do to others, you still hurt me!”

“You know I don’t want to, but I have to. I have to make sure you don’t do stupid things like this — asking my men about my work. You know better than this and I know that. That’s why I’m helping you get back on the right track. If I don’t, you become like this, all frantic and scared. Why don’t you just let me protect you? Aren’t you tired of getting your heart in trouble? I know you are, baby …”

You sob which to him seems to be all the answers he needs.

“Trust me”, Silas says. “Trust that I know what’s best for you and you will never have to feel this kind of pain and fear again, okay?”

You can feel how your body starts to relax against your will. Silas wipes your tears and kisses your forehead.

“My pretty, little baby”, he whispers comfortingly. “Everything will be okay. As long as I'm here, nothing will ever happen to you. I'll make sure of it, I'll help you.”

You sob and close your eyes. Once again, he wins.

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thelostcanyon · 1 month

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Texas Rainbow Cactus (Echinocereus dasyacanthus), Big Bend National Park, Texas.

#cactus #flora #trans-pecos #texas #chihuahuan desert #photographers on tumblr

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chaoticdesertdweller · 2 months

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📸 Tim McKenna

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cu7ie · 1 year

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How big you think toman boys dicks are?

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀૮₍´｡• ᵕ •｡`₎ა excellent question.

cw; cock convention (you'll see), talk about dicks and balls at length. minor mentions of sex alongside.

hey I'm a 'bigger is better' kinda guy, so this is a biased as fuck list. Also this is basically a dick disambiguation, a dong dissertation; look @ me doing what no one asked for (with much love ofc).

In my mind, body, heart and soul I want to say Sano Manjiro is slanging serious cock.

I don’t know if it’s because I am devastatingly aroused by this man or what, but baaabes the way I want to say he has a thick, fat eight incher broooo.

But I'm going to be so real, I don’t honestly think it’s that big. It's definitely longer than average; a nice six inches and thicker around the middle, got good weight to it, flushed a pretty peach pink and slightly crooked. He leans left and sticks out (points forward) when he's hard.

MANJIRO HAS HUGE NUTS. Spiritually and sexually. He has a nice tight sack so it feels like you're holding a weighted pouch; overall, pretty penis. Would suck it, would fuck it, good allrounder. He is uncircumcised.

Second-in-command Ken Ryuguji got a lil sumn sumn he's working with, too. The thickness of his dick is pretty standard, but the boy has length. He's reaching up into places you didn't even know things could go; discovering new constellations with the way he's making you see stars.

He's a healthy 7.4 inches (and yes I am giving them decimal sizes, bite me) with a smooth ball sack (that hangs, mind you) because Draken takes care to groom himself regularly. He indulges in a little bush above his cock, but likes to keep it nice and pretty for the ladies and the gentlemen. He’s pale as opposed to pink, with a little ridge, or vein rather, that runs along the underside of his shaft. It isn’t crooked, doesn’t lean one way or the other. Draken is circumcised.

Takemichi Hanagaki has a pretty typical penis - groomed but not overly so, uncircumcised. He’s at a standard 5 inches, just shy of five n’ a half. It’s adorable, the way it sticks straight up when he’s hard, getting angrily red at the tip as precome dribbles down the head.

Takemichi has cute nuts. They are dainty and a little hairy.

Keisuke Baji is so close to having the whole 7 inches. He stops short at about 6.9, with dark wiry black hair surrounding the base, trimming very very occasionally. It’s heavy and bobs up against his stomach whenever he’s horny. He’s also uncircumcised. His penis is a few shades darker than the rest of his skin, and its slightly redder when he’s fully hard.

What you gotta watch out for is how thick it is! Bro can plug you up without issue, stretches holes with absolutely no problem, proper prep is mandatory just so you don’t wind up all loosey goosy when he’s finished with ya. His balls are a tad smaller than average, nestled cutely beneath a big ol’ bully.

Kisaki Tetta has a small dick. It’s barely 4 n’ a half; bro probably has pebbles for nuts idk. He is extremely well groomed, almost to the point of obsessive trimming and sometimes hair plucking. The enigma that is Kisaki Tetta’s genitals is most accurately referred to as a ‘chode’. The most notably girthy penis, as though to offset its uh .. longitudinaly challenged nature.

It’s cute I guess. Would look the cutest with a bow on it. Circumsized. Not tanned like the rest of his skin, a little awkwardly pale actually.

Pah-chin and Peh-yan, have roughly similar dicks. Pah-chin’s is chubby and about five inches, Peh-yan’s is a little skinnier and a little longer but not by much. Neither of them really overly care for grooming - but Pah-chin gets on the band wagon first after he meets his girlfriend (eventual wife). Peh-yan is a classic rebel w/o a cause, shaves but can’t do it well so he has some velcro feeling deal. Feels like handling a cactus.

Pah-chin has fat balls.

Peh-yan does not. But he has a very noticable curve to his penis; it bends to the left. Neither of them have been circumsized.

Single mother Mitsuya’s dick looks so pretty & perfect that you’re so jealous he doesn’t put himself on display for the world to see. He’s about 6.4 inches, with a juicy vein that appears on one side (left) whenever he’s about to cum. His dick is generally the same shade as the rest of him, but the tip is flushed the cutest red, a silver prince albert adorning his cock - absolutely fine piece of jewlery.

A uniform thickness up down n all around, nice succulent balls that fit perfectly in your mouth, uncircumsized. You can’t miss with that one.

Shuji Hanma is intimidating off of his size alone. He’s on the skinnier side, but the eight mouth-watering inches he whips out of his pants would make any whore scramble to close their legs. It has a bit of a taper, thickest at it’s base and getting slightly narrow toward the head. It’s a little crooked.

A man who cares a lot about style, he maintains a thick but very neat and symmetrical bush. His balls fit pretty snugly in the palm of your hands. They’re a little wrinkly, but not the worst you’ve ever seen.

Those bitches hang. Whenever he fucks the pap pap sound of his balls clapping the back of your ass is so prevalent its a little hypnotizing and disorienting. Hanma is circumsized.

Mean Mr. Muto Yasuhiro is probably the biggest you’ve seen out of the line up. He stands at a polite eight point four, and though slightly bigger than Hanma he is thicker by a decent amount. Any partner of Muto’s often has trouble finding someone who can stack up - after he pounds the shape of his dick into them, nothing else can satisfy. He has an uncircumsized dick and enough foreskin that he has a noticeable hood. He shears himself all the way down, not a bush or even a lick of hair above his dick. He doesn’t do much with his balls besides trim them. Muto has a nice pair of huevos - they look like two larger than average eggs.

Chifuyu has a cute dick, but the size he’s working with is pretty common. He’s five and some odd inches, a little skinny at the base but thick at the top. He has a very nice cockhead, perfectly shaped like a mushroom cap, looks like it might be fun to suck on. When it’s hard it bounces up against his stomach, raring to go.

I personally believe Nahoya has dick game on 100, but isn’t packing never before seen heat. He’s just shy of six inches, typical thickness…

His balls look nice. He’s uncircumsized but has a very minimal amount of foreskin, a nicely rounded cockhead and a slight upward curve that can really make a bitch arch their back y’kno?

Hakkai has a big ol’ dick he’s too embarassed to do anything with. He’s seven in a half inches and worries exponentially about breaking his partners in half. The boy has girth, he’s trying to have fun, not put his honey in a hospital bed. Hakkai isn’t really wise to all that manscaping biz, but he doesn’t grow much hair down their naturally.

His dick so heavy that it hangs down low, and honestly he’s a little embarrassed about his size. The apprehension in his partners eyes, something about it squeezes his heart in the least pleasant of ways. Phat nuts obviously (this is me we’re talking about) that rest very snugly beneath his cock. Circumsized.

Souya doesn’t think his dick is anything special because he has 0 frame of reference - what’s average, what’s small. He’s definitely bigger than average, a healthy 6.7 inches with fat nuts full of cum to boot. It’s really nice. Well proportioned, mouth watering kind of cock - with a curly little nest of hair. Emphasis on little - Souya appreciates good hygiene.

His dick is really sensitive too. Handjobs can turn him into a whiny mess, never mind a warm mouth or a wet hole. Uncircumsized.

Sanzu has a nice seven inches, on the skinny side and wholly pale like the rest of his body. He really doesn’t know how to handle the thing, awkward instead of suave, mostly worried about getting the sensation without paying mind or merit to how to angle it to make you moan like how those pornstars he’s seen do. It frustrates him to no end, but he’s also stubborn and doesn’t like being instructed - just prefers you take it and not complain. He is circumsized.

Last but not least, Kazutora. He’s not coming out on top, but he’s decently thick all around - not as thick as Baji but by heavens and lords above he knows how to use it. He actually prefers blowjobs to some extent so he can see and hear you gag - makes him feel much bigger. He has unremarkable balls. They exist, nothing to write home about. He has really soft hair, so when he’s ramming his cock down your throat, you don’t feel like you’re kissing a cactus - which is a nice change of pace.

He’s about 6.3 inches, and is uncircumcised.

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emilybeemartin · 7 months

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Inktober Days 22-24

Day 22: "Scratchy"

Saguaro, cholla, prickly pear, pincushion, hedgehog, barrel cactus—how magical are these amazing plants? Iconic, unique, perfectly tuned to their environment. The pleats on a saguaro help it bulge and shrink to accommodate water availability, and the inhospitable trunks provide shelter for desert birds.

Saguaro NP produces some of my favorite educational videos in the system, thanks in part to Feature Fridays with Ranger Freddy Gutiérrez Fernández-Ramírez. Just to add to the scritchy-scratchy theme of this prompt, some of the more unusual videos featuring Ranger Freddy show how to remove jumping cholla barbs from your skin and clothes. Rangers in Saguaro carry hair combs in their first aid kits—and it’s not to fix flat-hat hair!

Day 23: "Celestial"

In recent decades, park managers have come to recognize natural soundscapes and pristine night skies as tangible resources, just like clean air, land, and water. As I was entering the NPS field, a big effort was kicking off to designate certain units as Dark Sky parks, and Big Bend is the king of them all. It has the lowest levels of light pollution of any park in the lower 48 and is famous across the NPS for its breathtaking starscapes.

Protecting natural darkness opens up amazing new opportunities for visitors and rangers. I love assisting with night sky programs, because I remember how I felt when I first traveled away from the greater I-85 corridor and saw my first pristine night sky. It’s a primordial type of magic to see stars unveiled from urban lights and humid haze. And the good news is, unlike other endangered resources, dark skies are salvageable. When towns and cities take steps to reduce their light and air pollution, there’s no slow, agonizing recovery—the stars come right back. They’re just up there, waiting to peek at us again.

Day 24: "Shallow"

I have to confess—I used to look down on Congaree, despite it being the only national park in my home state of South Carolina. I thought of it as muggy, buggy, and a bit boring. But when I was researching wetland habitat for A Field Guide to Mermaids, I was stunned to realize just how special this landscape is. Our country used to be covered in immense floodplain forests along river corridors, but the natural flood cycles that made these lowlands so fertile also meant the land was prized for agriculture. Rivers were straightened, forests were cut down, and the rich soil was planted with crops. Because of this, Congaree protects the largest swathe of bottomland floodplain forest left in the United States.

And it’s a gorgeous park, as well. There’s something evocative and eerie about walking the elevated boardwalks over tea-colored water. Spooky cypress knees reach up through the water like outstretched arms, and several massive national and state champion trees loom up out of the thick forest.

This park may not have the accolades some of the grander, more storied parks have, but I’m proud that it’s my home state’s park and glad that it protects one of the last intact forests of its kind.

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D-Day by TrickPhotography | Chapter 14

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x female!reader

Word count: 5.1k

Synopsis: After finding out his girlfriend is pregnant, Jake is ready to move in and get married. The last thing he expected was to be hit with a six-month deployment at sea and missing the birth of his first child.

18+, minors DNI

Chapter 13 | Series Master List | Ao3

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Chapter 14

Time was flying by, much as the Seresin household tried to ignore it.

Time was a double-edged sword. Each passing day brought you one day closer to Jake leaving and one day further into your pregnancy. It was one day closer to being alone and the end of your first trimester - of being done with constant nausea, light-headedness, exhaustion, and headaches. You were pretty sure that your coworkers had an idea that you were pregnant, too, given how frequently you excused yourself to the restroom to vomit or pee. It was getting to a point where you would have to start letting people know.

It also meant that your body was changing. Logically, you knew that it would happen and expected it. Still, finding fewer of your clothes fit was frustrating when getting ready for work. You’d been in tears that morning when your slacks refused to button over your 13-week belly, and you had to get back into the shower to shave your legs so you could wear a skirt. Tears were nothing new in the house, especially with Jake leaving for North Island in three days, but the last thing your husband wanted was for you to be shedding tears over Peach finally making herself known.

Jake had immediately vetoed calling the baby Mini Cactus, MC for short, for the week. But he wasn’t the one having to deal with sharp back and hip pain, which your doctor assured you was normal as your body accommodated your growing uterus. After one awful cramp while eating lunch together in your office, Jake suggested a back rub. When you leaned against the desk, he’d stood behind you, pressing his dick against your ass and whispering that he’d fantasized about bending you over that desk many times, but for different reasons.

While you were uncomfortable with how you looked - like you’d eaten too big of a lunch - Jake loved it. His favorite thing to do was to have you relax against him, your back against his chest, with his hand resting on your stomach. He found every excuse he could to touch you: gently moving you out of the way to reach something, buckling your seatbelt as you rolled your eyes, his hand high on your thigh as he drove so his pinky brushed the slight bump, and inevitably cradling your stomach when he kissed you.

So he’d thought about how to make you understand how fucking sexy you were all goddamn day. As soon as you got home, he’d rushed to the bedroom while you checked the mail, stripped off his khakis, and changed into the tightest pair of jeans he had, cock hard and pressing against the zipper. Feeling slightly foolish, he grabbed the cowboy hat from the closet and hurried into the kitchen in time for you to come inside, pausing to close the garage.

“What’s this?” you asked, laughing at the sight of your half-naked husband. Taking the mail from your hand, he tossed it onto the counter and wrapped his hands around your hips.

“What’d’ ya mean, Mrs. Seresin?” he drawled, thickening his accent. Jake brushed his lips against your forehead, his evening stubble lightly scraping your skin while backing you against one of the counters. His hips pinned you there as he tangled a hand in your hair, tugging as he licked into your mouth. With one hand on his back, you trailed the other down to lightly trace his erection, humming against his mouth. “See whatcha do to me, Mama?”

He quickly untucked your shirt and tugged it over your head, letting the material fall to the floor as his hands lifted to cradle your stomach. When your head tipped back against the cabinet, he unclasped your bra. His lips skimmed the red indents it had left on your shoulders and chest before turning his attention to your tender nipples, gently licking and sucking them. You whimpered. Jake chuckled against your skin as your fingers curled around the counter edge. Carefully nudging your feet wider, his lips moved down your body as he dropped to one knee. Hands glided up your legs, sliding under your skirt to kneed your ass. He kissed your stomach while removing your underwear, tucking it into his back pocket.

If there was one benefit of pregnancy, it was how sensitive you were. Much to both your surprise - and your husband’s delight - it seemed like your sex drive was on a hairpin trigger the closer you got to your second trimester. He was an expert at getting you off, but these days, Jake looking at you was enough to get you close. You’d been embarrassed when he’d played with your breasts while watching TV over the weekend and nearly made you come with that alone.

So, finding you already wet wasn’t a surprise. Jake ran a finger between your folds, dipping the tip of his finger into you before licking off the taste. “My favorite.” He tucked the hem of your skirt into the waistband, baring you to his gaze before wrapping his hand around your thigh and guiding it over his shoulder. The first pass of his tongue had you exhaling shakily. But when you looked down to watch him, the hat brim obstructed your view. Frowning, you quickly plucked it off his head and put it on your own.

“Better,” you hummed, toes curling in your flats when Jake flicked your clit with his tongue. His gaze drifted up your body to lock with yours, and he winked. With clinical precision, he took you apart with his tongue and fingers, all while keeping one hand on your stomach. It was almost comical to think that, before this man, you’d never gotten off from oral. You tugged his hair, gasping as he curled his fingers and moaned against you. Pleasure coiled low in your stomach as you rocked against his face and came with a loud moan.

Another benefit of pregnancy… the orgasms were amazing. They were so much more intense.

Grinning, Jake kissed your inner thigh before setting your foot on the floor, helping you out of your shoes before standing, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. Once he was sure you could stand alone, he stepped back, ignoring your whine as his eyes drifted down your body. “Don’t move,” he ordered, crossing the kitchen. When he grabbed his phone and unlocked it, you blushed. “I want a picture.” He took two, one head-on and the other standing off to your side, kissing you again before showing them to you. Your lips were swollen and lipstick smeared, a pleasantly sated expression on your face. Your pussy and breasts were on display, and so was the curve of your stomach.

“Jake,” you groaned, untucking your skirt and burying your face in your hands. “Delete those, please.”

“Why? You look fuckin’ gorgeous.”

“I look ridiculous.” He sighed and slid the phone into his pocket before gently tugging your hands away, entwining your fingers, and leading you toward the bedroom. He bypassed the bed and went straight into the ensuite, turning you towards the mirror and pressing his chest to your back. After stealing the hat, he trailed his hands down your body, one lightly circling your nipple while the other molded your skirt to your stomach. When your gaze lowered, he curled one finger under your chin and raised your head.

“Do you have any idea how sexy you are?” he whispered in your ear, chuckling lowly when you shivered, nipples pebbling under his watchful gaze. “All the time. Doesn’t matter what you’re doin’.” Tears of embarrassment shone in your eyes as you met his in the mirror, and he smirked, pressing his cock to your ass. “Takes everything in me to let you get out of bed and go to work when all I wanna do is touch you and fuck you and hear you moanin’ my name. My pretty little wife, havin’ my baby.” Holding your gaze, he took both of your hands and placed them on the vanity before kicking your feet wider. A hand pressed between your shoulders, encouraging you to bend forward. The sound of his zipper lowering had you sinking your teeth into your lip. Jake flipped the back of your skirt up before pressing into you.

“Fuck,” you whimpered as he rolled his hips, eyes fluttering closed.

“Nuh uh, darlin’. Look at yourself,” he rasped, stilling inside you. He lightly slapped your ass when you hesitated, grunting as you clenched around him. When you forced them open, taking in the sight of your husband bare-chested and in that fucking cowboy hat, you pushed back against him. “Good girl.” Jake snapped his hips, forcing a choked moan from your throat. “That’s right, Mama. Let Daddy take care of you.”

Fingers dug into your hips as he fucked you hard, one hand protectively against your lower stomach to keep it from hitting the vanity. He kept up a litany of praises - how good you felt, how gorgeous you were, and how much he loved you - as he watched your body ripple with the force of his thrusts. When you shifted a hand to brace yourself on the mirror, he reached under your skirt to circle your clit. His lips sealed on your throat, teeth scraping lightly, and you reached to curl your hand around the back of his neck. Your lips found his in panting kisses as you tipped over the edge, feeling him smile as you fluttered around him, pulling him along with a grunt.

You floated in the blissful post-orgasm glow, leaning back against Jake and letting him take your weight. “Love you,” you mumbled, tipping your head against his shoulder.

“Love you, too, darlin’.” Ignoring your whine, Jake slid out of you, unzipping your skirt and letting it fall, puddling at your feet. After lifting you onto the vanity, his fingers went between your legs, gently probing and pushing his cum back into you. Your nails dug into his arms. “You alright, Mama? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Shaking your head, you leaned forward to press your mouth to his throat. His rumbling laugh made you smile, hips lifting as he curled his fingers and dragged them out of you. When he lifted them to your mouth, you cleaned them, tasting the saltiness of his cum and your own earthy taste as your tongue curled around his fingers. “My perfect wife,” he sighed, ripping them from your mouth and kissing you deeply. He wrapped your legs around his waist and lifted you from the vanity, quickly making his way into the bedroom.

After setting you on the bed, Jake tugged off his jeans and placed the hat on the nightstand before covering your body with his. He playfully kissed your face and neck, making you giggle. When his hand drifted down between your legs, you caught his wrist. “Hands to yourself, Tex.”

“Let’s get a third out of you, Mama,” he cooed, kissing the corner of your mouth. Pulling his hand up, you nudged him onto his side. He brushed the hair from your face before his fingers skated down your body to rub his knuckle on your stomach. Lazy kisses became more heated as you grasped his hardening cock, lightly stroking and teasing. “Darlin’,” he huffed as you ran your thumb through the bead of precum and brought it to your lips. Guiding one of your legs over his hip, he shifted to try and line himself up with your pussy.

Smirking, you forced him onto his back and straddled his hips. Your mixed arousal coated his skin as he gripped your waist, trying to encourage you onto your knees. “Lieutenant Seresin,” you scoffed, covering his hands with your own. “I thought I said hands to yourself.”

“Can’t expect me to listen when you’re naked.” You threw your head back laughing, and he licked his lips while watching your breasts bounce. Surging upwards, he wrapped his arms around your back and pulled you down, burying his face in your breasts and kissing your sternum before sucking your right nipple into his mouth. His hands on your ass rocked you against his dick, and you moaned while pushing him away.

“Bad boy,” you said, tapping his nose. “If you can’t keep your hands to yourself, I can help you.” His cock twitched, and your grin grew. While Jake fucking loved using the restraints tucked under the mattress on you, leaving his hands free to take you apart, he’d only let you use them on him once in a blue moon. While you loved being held down, he was so tactile it killed him not being able to touch you. Which you loved. The sight of him trying and failing to touch you, held back by the velcro around his wrists - unable to set the pace on the one time he’d let you use the ankle straps - was such a turn-on.

The thought had you clenching your thighs around his hips, dragging your core along his dick. Trailing your nails down his left arm, you took his hand from your ass and removed his watch, tossing it onto his nightstand and mouthing at the pale skin of his wrist. “Please, babe?” you asked, looking at him through your eyelashes. He groaned. You squealed and cupped his face at his curt nod, peppering him with kisses. When you climbed off his lap, he tapped your ass before collapsing onto the bed, arms flung wide.

You made quick work of it, tossing the pillows to the floor and pulling the restraints from under the mattress. Jake grumbled when you wrapped the cuffs around his wrists and adjusted the length, restricting his movement. “Arms only,” he said as you moved towards the foot of the bed.

“Fine, fine,” you huffed. With the second cuff on, you sat beside him and ran your hand along his chest, admiring how the black fabric contrasted with his tan skin. He watched, biceps flexing and testing the give. It wasn’t much. Smiling, you retrieved the cowboy hat and put it on your head before moving to the foot of the bed. Jake spread his legs to accommodate you lying on your stomach. Absentmindedly, you lightly dragged your nails up his inner thigh, contemplating your next move. The muscle twitched as he glared down at you.

“Darlin’,” he growled.

“What?” you asked innocently, propping your head on your hand. His hat was too big, so you pushed it up so he could see your face. At his raised eyebrow, you rolled your eyes and returned your attention to his cock, pink and hard against his stomach. It had been a while since you’d given a blowjob, reluctant to test your gag reflex when dealing with morning sickness. But today hadn’t been too bad, and you knew how much your husband loved them. Moving closer, you ran the tip of your tongue along his thick vein, smirking at his grunt. “No promises,” you said, eyes darting to meet his.

“Whatever you can.” He shifted, looking down the length of his body to watch you kitten lick his dick. A self-satisfied smirk graced your lips at the sight of precum smearing his stomach. Holding his gaze, you ran the flat of your tongue up his length before taking him in hand and resting his crown against your bottom lip. Your tongue dipped into his slit, and he huffed when his attempt to bury his hand in your hair was thwarted.

“Will you think of this when you’re away?” you asked coyly. The image of you naked except for that fucking hat, legs crossed at the ankles and in the air, would be one that he would think about often when deployed.

“I’d take a fuckin’ picture if I could, darlin’,” he rasped. His cock slapped his stomach when you released him. “Where are you - ” he asked as you slid off the bed. His palm ached to slap your ass when you bent at the waist to grab his discarded jeans and retrieve his phone. “Hey!” he called when you went into the bathroom. He tugged at the restraints, only stopping when you reappeared, having reapplied that sinful red lipstick he loved. Tossing the phone next to him, you straddled his waist and leaned down to press your lips to his. Jake tried to hold you, letting out a muffled groan when he was held back. You smiled against his mouth, pulling away when he tried to take control of the kiss.

“If you’re good, Lieutenant,” you cooed, dragging your thumb from his lower lip down to the divot in his chin, his stubble rasping against your skin. “You can have a treat.” When he raised an eyebrow, you whispered in his ear. He moaned, pressing his head back into the bed. You smiled at how flushed he was, hair tousled from your fingers and eyes blown wide with arousal when they met yours. When you leaned down to kiss him again, the corner of the mattress lifted with how hard he pulled on the restraints.

You licked and sucked down his chest with a wink, leaving lipstick stains across his tanned skin to resettle between his legs. Phone in hand, you rested his cock against your lower lip and snapped pictures before tossing it aside. Holding his gaze, you ran the flat of your tongue up his length before taking his tip in your mouth. After taking a deep breath, you sank down on him, smiling at the loud groan Jake released. His legs tensed, heels digging into the mattress when you hollowed your cheeks, struggling not to thrust upward.

“Take the hat off,” he breathlessly ordered. “Wanna see you.” When you ignored him, he bent his knee and gently knocked your shoulder, unwilling to lift his hips and make you choke on him. “Hat. Now.” Rolling your eyes, you tipped it back so he could see your face. “Brat.” The ‘t’ was hissed as you swallowed him again, using your hand to cover what you couldn’t take.

With every pass, you took more and more of him. Jake’s hands flexed in the restraints, teeth digging into his lower lip as he fought against the need to fuck your mouth. The sight of his biceps flexing, the tendons of his neck strained, had you sliding a hand down your body to play with your clit. You moaned around him, eyes falling close as your thighs clenched. “That’s my girl,” he growled. “Get that pussy all nice and wet for me.” You whimpered around him, gathering your mixed cum and teasing yourself. “Fuck, darlin’, I’m close.”

Smirking, you pulled off of him and kissed his tip before lazily pumping him. “You alright, Mama?” Jake asked, lifting his head to look at you. Sweat dotted his brow, and you twisted your wrist, pulling a grunt from him.

“You’ve got a choice, Seresin. Do you want to come before or after I ride your face?”

“Fuckin’ Christ, woman. Gonna kill me,” he breathed, collapsing back onto the bed. His chest heaved as he stared at the ceiling for a moment before raising his knees to bracket you. “Wanna come in that hot mouth now.”

“Good choice,” you smiled before lowering your head to mouth at his balls. Jake’s back bowed off the bed, making you giggle. After kissing his shaft, you sucked on his tip, flicking your tongue under the crown before lowering your head. He was hot and heavy in your mouth when you paused, humming thoughtfully. Jake’s hips lifted involuntarily, forcing himself deeper.

“You’re doing so well, Mrs. Seresin,” he groaned. “Can you take a little bit more?” Rather than answer, you bobbed your head, breathing through your nose as your throat spasmed and tears sprang to your eyes. You could feel him twitch as you stilled, fighting your gag reflex. “Just like that. Good girl.” When you felt under control, you tapped his thigh, eyes trailing the length of his body to meet his gaze. Cocking an eyebrow, you ensured the hat was tipped back as you hummed again. Jake hesitantly lifted his hips, feeling you swallow around him, lips curving into a smile. Taking that as confirmation, he fucked your mouth, bumping the back of your throat with each pass. Pretty tears glistened on your cheeks as he chased his orgasm, fighting against the restraints when he came down your throat.

You gagged, struggling to swallow around him. Quickly, you pulled off of him and pressed your hand to your mouth as you swallowed, breathing heavily through your nose. Rolling onto your side, you rested your head on his hip, not bothering to catch the cowboy hat when it fell to the mattress. “Darlin’?” Jake’s voice was soft, and you tilted your head up to see his concerned look.

“I’m good,” you assured him after a moment, pushing onto your knees and crawling up his body. But when you leaned down to kiss him, you turned at the last minute to tuck your face into his neck to hide your yawn. His laugh turned frustrated when he tried to hold you and was limited to resting his head against yours.

“Alright, Mama, lemme go, and we can have some dinner and go to bed.”

“Nooo,” you grumbled, draping yourself over him and pressing your lips to his throat. “Promised you a treat.”

“Oh, we’re gonna do that once you’ve relaxed a bit. Don’t worry.” Shaking your head, you nipped his earlobe.

“‘M already close,” you purred. Jake groaned when your lips found his. “Please?” He could taste himself on your tongue and moaned, knowing he would probably taste himself between your legs, too. At his nod, you grinned and sat up. He licked his lips as you gripped the headboard, carefully kneeling around his head. “Good?” you asked.

“So good,” he rasped, eyes fixed on your pussy where he could see his cum mixed with your arousal. When you hesitated, he stretched to flick his tongue along your clit before gently closing his teeth on your lips and tugging. You lowered yourself onto his mouth. Jake tried to pull you down further, growling in frustration when he couldn’t. Gasping, you rolled your hips, feeling your core drag across his mouth. The tip of his tongue delved into you, and he groaned at the taste. His nose bumped your clit as he lifted his head to get closer. “C’mon, darlin’,” he mumbled. “Let Daddy take care of you.”

Taking a deep breath, you let your knees slide on the sheets, pressing your pussy to Jake’s face. He sighed against your skin, quickly kissing the length of your slit before running his tongue around your clit. You exhaled shakily, burying your face in your arm. You could already feel the coiled tension low in your stomach, so close to release. Letting go of the headboard, you pinched your nipple, bucking at the rough feeling. Taking advantage of the movement, he thrust his tongue into you, curling before dragging it back to your clit. With one hard suck on your clit, you felt yourself come apart.

You came hard, ears ringing as you clung to the headboard. Jake could only watch, lightly running his tongue across your pussy and admiring the view - the curve of your stomach and heaving breasts, the pretty pink flush on your cheeks, the glazed expression in your eyes when they finally met his own, and your tired smile. “Good, Mama?” he asked, giving your clit one final kiss. You jumped, thighs tensing at the overstimulation.

“So good,” you echoed back. Carefully, you shimmied down his body and tucked yourself under one of his outstretched arms. When he tilted his head to look at you, you couldn’t help but dart your tongue out to taste yourself on his stubble.

“Gotta undo the cuffs,” he said softly. Groaning, you rolled onto your side and tugged at the velcro wrapped around his wrist. “Good girl,” he said, quickly undoing the second cuff and rubbing at his wrists before rolling towards you. His half-hard cock rested on his thigh as he gathered you in his arms, gently brushing the hair from your face. You blinked up at him and smiled when he kissed your forehead. “I’m gonna clean us up, and then we’re gonna have some dinner, alright?”

“‘M not hungry.”

“Too bad. You and Peach are gonna eat something before going to sleep.” You kissed him, trying to keep him in bed when he gently broke your grip and stood, pausing to kiss your stomach before going to the bathroom and grabbing a wet cloth.

You tensed, clutching Jake’s hand as the ultrasound tech shifted the vaginal probe. Amanda’s eyes darted over to you. “You alright, Mrs. Seresin?”

“Yup,” you nodded, chewing your lower lip. You met Jake’s eyes, glaring at the cocky look he gave you. When the doctor’s office had called first thing in the morning to offer a last-minute appointment, you’d jumped at it. They planned to use the probe on your stomach, but Peach wasn’t cooperating, so Amanda switched to the vaginal one. Unfortunately, you were a little tender after yesterday’s activities. A bit of discomfort was worth it for Jake to be at the ultrasound, though. Your original appointment had been scheduled for the day after he flew to North Island.

“Alright,” Amanda said, turning the screen toward you. “There’s Baby Seresin.”

“Oh my god,” you gasped, clapping a hand to your mouth. Peach was a small spot on the screen the last time you'd seen them. This time… this time you could see a clear outline of your baby.

“You can see baby’s head right here - look at that cute little nose! We’ve got some fingers and see their little mouth moving?”

“Darlin’,” Jake said softly, voice rough with emotion as his hand clenched around yours. “That’s our little girl.”

“Little boy.”

“A house divided, huh?” Amanda chuckled.

“He’s been adamant that we’re having a girl because he’s an aviator,” you said, brushing the tears from your cheek. “Are you able to tell what they are?”

“I can’t - you’ll be able to get confirmation in a couple weeks, though.”

“Damn.” Jake thumbed away a tear and cleared his throat. “Kinda hoped that we could find out before I left.” At Amanda’s confused look, he sighed. “I’m deploying tomorrow. So this’ll be the last appointment I’m at.”

“Oh.” The woman’s face fell as she looked between you. “I’m really sorry about that. We’ll take good care of your wife and baby.”

“Thank you.” Amanda nodded.

“I can’t tell you your baby’s gender, but…” she flipped a switch, and a whooshing filled the room. “Alright, baby’s moving and isn’t gonna cooperate again.” You rolled your lips together when the probe moved and then froze at the thumping sound. “That’s baby’s heartbeat. Gonna take some measurements and… sounds nice and strong.”

Jake grinned as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, pointing it at the screen to record the image and sound. “Wow,” you breathed, inhaling sharply when he brushed his lips against your clasped fingers.

“I’m gonna take a couple of pictures for the doc, and then we’ll get more for you. If your little one cooperates.”

Your nails dug into his hand as the probe moved, but the discomfort was worth it to see the adoration in your husband’s eyes as he stared at your baby. To make sure that he had this moment.

“I’ll see you in two days,” Jake said, holding you tightly.

“Friday night, 8:07PM,” you confirmed.

“I’ll be there.” Clearing your throat, you pasted on a watery smile and tipped your head back. Standing on your toes, you brushed your lips against Jake’s

“You better be, Daddy. Otherwise, Peach and I are gonna be really mad at you.”

“Can’t have that.” In the privacy of your office, he dropped to his knee and kissed your stomach. “Be good for mama, Peach.” You ran your fingers through his hair, gently tugging.

“It’s time to go, babe.” Groaning, he gripped your hips, pressing his forehead to your stomach. With a deep sigh, he pushed to his feet and took your hand. His duffle was by the door, and he grabbed the handle while you took his flight bag. The duffle wheels seemed loud in the Bounty Hunter’s hanger as you made your way to the flight line.

A group stood by the Vigilantes hanger - a few of Jake’s coworkers and the Daggers. While your husband made the rounds to say his goodbyes, Javy dropped an arm over your shoulders and tugged you close. “You okay?” he asked.

“This is the easy part,” you said, biting the inside of your cheek when tears sprang to your eyes.

“None of this is easy,” Javy sighed.

“Stop being sweet, or I’m going to cry, and that’ll upset Jake.”

“Fine. Should I tell you about my dream where I came over to meet the baby, and it was a squid?”

“What?”

“Yeah. But not a real squid, a cartoon squid. And it was blue. So I think that was my subconscious telling me that you’re having a boy who's gonna join the Navy.”

“Because of a blue squid.” He smiled when you laughed, quickly brushing away a tear.

“What’s so funny?” your husband asked.

“Blue squids,” Javy shrugged. Jake raised an eyebrow, looking between you two.

“Javy’s team boy,” you said.

“Javy’s wrong.”

“Do we have a pool going?” Payback grinned, drifting over as the crowd thinned.

“For what?” Phoenix asked.

“If they’re having a boy or a girl,” Javy replied.

“Oh. Girl,” Phoenix shrugged.

“Thank you,” Jake grinned.

“It’s a boy,” you huffed.

“If Mom says it’s a boy, it’s a boy,” Payback said.

“Thank you!”

“So it’s Hangman and Phoenix saying it’s a girl, and Payback, me, and Mom saying it’s a boy. Bob?” Javy asked.

Bob shrugged. “Navy men have daughters.”

After some good-natured teasing, the Daggers took Jake’s duffle and went to load it into his jet’s travel pod. “Alright, guess it’s time,” Jake sighed.

“It’s two days,” you said, forcing your tone to be light. “Remember, we’re not sweating the small separations.” He nodded, leaning down to kiss you, lightly stroking your stomach.

“I’ll see you in San Diego.”

“I’ll see you there. Love you.”

“I love you, too.” When he didn’t move, you shook your head.

“You gotta go, or you’ll be late.” Jake sighed, kissing your forehead. “Fly safe.”

The Daggers stood beside you as you watched Jake taxi down the flight line. As his F-18 screamed into the sky, you cradled your stomach and blinked back tears.

It was only two days.

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Author's Note: I promised you hot, married people sex. Hopefully this delivered. Thank you to @mayhemmanaged for the input and encouragement in writing this chapter!

Unfortunately, Jake's only one short week out from deploying. But at least he got to see Baby Seresin before he left! And he made sure that he documented things from home that he would miss - both of Mama and Baby.

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