#jake jensen fanfic

[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.”

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[foxgloveprincess]

𝕬𝖙𝖙𝖎𝖈 𝖂𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖘 𝕬𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖞𝖒𝖔𝖚𝖘

Welcome to the Attic Wives Anonymous A.U. Here you will find individual stories for our men as well as peeks into their monthly meetings. Each chapter will have its own warnings and summaries—be sure to read them. However, dark themes of kidnapping, stalking, yandere behavior, nonconsent, etc. are prevalent in all the stories or implied/discussed in the meeting chapters. This series is for adults (Minors do not interact, 18+).

Status: Ongoing

🐻 Finish What We’ve Begun 🐻 DBF Ari Levinson x Female Reader 

👑 Like A Moth To You 👑 Robert Pronge (aka Mr. Freezy) x Female Reader 

🪽 A Bit of My Heart 🪽Jake Jensen x Female Reader 

🗝️ A.W.A. Meeting One 🗝️

💍 On Another Level 💍 Andy Barber x Female Reader

🪶 Connection 🪶 Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader 

🗝️ A.W.A Meeting Two 🗝️

🐻 Finish What We’ve Begun Drabble 🐻 DBF Ari Levinson x Female Reader 

🍭 Trapped By Your Love 🍭 Lloyd Hansen x Female Reader

💍 On Another Level (2) 💍 Andy Barber x Female Reader

👑 Like A Moth to You (2) 👑 Mr. Freezy x Female Reader 

🪽 A Bit of My Heart (2) 🪽 Jake Jensen x Female Reader

🗝️ A.W.A. Meeting Three 🗝️

🪶 Connection (2) 🪶 Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader

🐻 Finish What We’ve Begun (2) 🐻 DBF Ari Levinson x Female Reader 

👑 Like A Moth To You Drabble 👑 Mr. Freezy x Female Reader 

💍 On Another Level (3) 💍 Andy Barber x Female Reader

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[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.

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[ronearoundblindly]

Jake Jensen Masterlist

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

SERIES --

Jake x gn!ops!reader ✅

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

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

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

ONE-SHOTS --

Jake x sick!reader comfort 🌼⛈️

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

Rerouted (fight and makeup ask) 🌼⛈️

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

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

Dirty Headcanons: 🔥🦆

Impact Play, Not Yet, and Routine

Kissing

Sleepy Sex

Photography

Extra Info

[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

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[thornsnvultures]

You gotta love him. ❤️

I've had this gif in my inbox for months now 😅 (I'm hording Jake gifs, don't judge 🥴)

Anyway I'm hormonal rn and I do love him very much, take some unedited Jake fluff 🤲

"See this shirt right here? Do you know what it's made out of?"

Rolling your head in his direction you level Jake with a glare, waiting for the inevitable pun. You're not really in the mood for it right now. Your plans had been canceled by both a thunderstorm and the cramps currently shredding your insides, all you wanted to do was watch tv and mope.

He doesn't answer, just stands there looking at you with a doofy grin on his face. One of his hands is behind his back like he's hiding something and you're already dreading that reveal too.

He's obviously waiting for you to respond so you sigh and say, "No, what?"

Jake kneels down next to where you're sitting on the couch and takes your hand. His doofy smile somehow gets even wider and doofier when he places your hand on his shirt right over his heart.

"Husband material."

"Jake..."

Your eyes are wide and you're suddenly less concerned with the pain you're in and more so with what he's pulling out from behind his back.

"Honey, I know we were supposed to have a nice day out together, and I'm so sorry things didn't go as planned," Jake lets go of your hand but you can't move, frozen in place as his heart beats wildly under your palm. "But my plan hasn't changed. Whether we're out having a picnic at the park or stuck inside, burrito'd up under all this," he laughs, waving his hand at your mass of blankets, "I still want you to tell you how much I love you. I still want to ask you," Jake's silly smile softens, "will you marry me?"

A velvet box sits open in Jake's palm. His big hands make it look so tiny and you find yourself laughing. At the box and at the shock of it all.

Jake's face falls for a moment thinking that you're laughing at him before he realizes you're nodding, you're shaking your head "yes" and tears are streaming down your face.

You launch yourself at him and then he's laughing with you, holding you, squeezing you tight in his arms and laughing into your hair.

"Is that a yes?"

"Yes, you goober," you laugh and cry into his chest.

"I'm sorry. This probably wasn't what you imagined you getting proposed to would look like." Jake is curled us with you on the couch now, your head pillowed on his bicep as his other hand caresses your spine. Rain pounds on the window outside and you tell him that you wouldn't have it any other way.

"In sickness and in health, right?"

Jake smiles and presses a kiss to your forehead, "Always."

this was corny as hell 🥲 ok bye

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[ashbrat488]

Dessert

Jake Jensen Smutty One Shot

Word count: 1,840

Bailey entered the apartment and set the groceries on the kitchen counter and called out, "Jake?" She shrugged and kicked off her tennis shoes and ventured further into the apartment as she heard Jake yelling from the computer room.

"Fucking noob. Go cry to your mommy."

She laughed as she pushed the door open to find him in his underwear, sitting behind his computer with headphones on his head, yelling at the screen. "Jake..." She approached him to lean down and press a kiss to his cheek as he pushed the headphones partially off one ear. "Almost done?"

"Yes, baby... 5 minutes."

She climbed onto his lap as he groaned, wrapping his arms around her waist to keep both hands on the controller. "How about now?" She pulled up the skirt of her dress to grind her pussy against his cock through their underwear.

"Bailes... baby. I'm trying to beat this kid..."

"You don't have to stop," she whispered, leaning in to press a kiss to his neck before nipping at his lobe. She pulled his lobe into her mouth as she felt his cock twitch under her.

"Oh, come on!" Jake yelled, causing her to jump slightly in his lap as he chuckled. "Sorry, babe." He adjusted the headphones on his head and tossed the controller onto the desk. He gripped her waist, keeping her on his lap as she tried to stand up. "Sorry kid. I'm gonna go fuck my girlfriend."

She giggled as he tossed the headphones onto the desk with his controller. "I have ice cream melting in the kitchen..."

"I don't need long, baby." He pulled the dress off her shoulders, hearing a rip.

"Jake!" She hit him in the chest as he smirked, biting down on her shoulder as she whimpered. "Bragging you don't need long isn't exactly a turn on..."

He chuckled, reaching down between them to pull his cock free. "Doesn't have to be slow to be good. I think you know that."

She leaned up, pushing her panties to the side to lower herself onto him. She whimpered his name softly as he groaned at the feel of her pussy squeezing his cock.

"Just hold on tight." He pressed a kiss to her collarbone, enjoying the feeling of her tightening around him as he reached up to squeeze her tits.

He placed a few smacks to her ass as she continued to ride him slowly. He pulled the top of her dress down to expose her breasts to him. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, bringing a low moan from her as he squeezed harder, releasing a flood of arousal onto him.

"Ah, fuck!" He slammed her hips down, making her gasp.

"That's it, Bailes. Take it deep." He rubbed his thumb over her clit as he took a nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue.

"Oh god..." She cried out, rocking faster and faster.

Jake gripped her hair tightly in his fist, watching her bounce up and down, moving closer to an orgasm. Her face was flushed, eyes closed as she threw her head back, calling out his name. He bit down hard on her other nipple, hearing her shriek in pleasure.

Her pussy tightened around him, milking his cock as she shuddered on top of him, her body quivering from her release. She collapsed against him, panting. "Holy shit... Jake..."

"What flavor ice cream?"

She giggled, evading his question, and locked her lips with his, wrapping her arms around his neck. Eventually, she broke the kiss and slid off his lap, letting her tattered dress fall to the floor. "Go put the groceries away while I change."

"Yes, ma'am," he responded with a playful salute before leaping to his feet as she exited the room ahead of him.

When she emerged from the bedroom, wearing only one of Jake's t-shirts, she discovered him perched on the kitchen counter, indulging in ice cream straight from the carton. She approached him, positioning herself between his legs as he fed her a spoonful of chocolate ice cream. "Ice cream for dinner?"

He nodded with a mischievous grin and offered another spoonful. "And you for dessert..."

She takes the ice cream from his hand as he frowns. "Why not dinner and dessert at the same time?"

"Wha--?" His eyes widen as she smirks, running away from him to the bedroom with the ice cream. "You dirty girl!"

She giggles as he bursts into the room and she points to the bed. "Lay down... no wait!" She hands him the carton of ice cream and grabs an old blanket from the closet to lay out over the bed. She takes the ice cream back from him with a playful smirk. "Ok, drop your underwear and lay down, big boy."

Jake complied quickly, dropping his underwear to the ground before laying on top of the blanket on his back. "Ready..."

Bailey set the ice cream on the side table and grabbed a blindfold from the drawer, handing it to Jake as he sighed, placing it over his eyes and laying back once more. Bailey grinned, grabbing the ice cream carton and kneeling on the bed beside Jake after removing her shirt, dropping it onto the ground.

He gasped softly as he felt her place the cold carton on his chest as his arms laid idly at his sides. "Bailes," he moaned softly as he felt her drag her thumb lightly over the tip of his cock as it twitched, half hard once more.

"Shh..." She scooped a large spoonful of ice cream out of the carton and set it on the beside table before dropping the ice cream on his chest. She chuckled as he gasped louder this time, biting his lower lip. She used the spoon to drag the ice cream along his chest and abdomen. She brought the spoon up to her mouth and licked it clean as Jake groaned in anticipation. She set the spoon to the side and moved to straddle his legs, leaning down to drag her cold tongue along the underside of his cock.

He gripped the towel under him, bucking his hips up as she moved to avoid his cock. Instead she dragged her tongue along the ridges of the muscles along his abdomen. He groaned as she crawled forward to his chest, dragging her tongue along his stomach, sucking up the melted ice cream from her path. She dragged her teeth back down his chest and stomach, leaving small bites.

She slid back up his body, gliding her wet pussy down over the head of his cock, teasing him. He clenched his fists in the sheets as she teased him again, sliding up and down his length. He moved his hands down to grab her hips, wanting to force himself inside her.

"Tut tut," she reprimanded, knocking his hands away from her as he groaned and slammed them back at his sides. "You want my pussy, don't you Jakey..."

He nodded at her teasing, inhaling sharply as he felt her drag her nails down his chest and stomach. "Bailes... please..."

"I love it when you beg," she breathed against his mouth, pulling back each time he tried to kiss her. "I think you can do better... tell me what you want, Jake."

"Fuck! Bailey!" He bucked his hips as she dragged her pussy along his shaft once more, causing precum to leak out the tip. "God... I need your pussy on my cock."

"Hmm..." She giggles, sealing her mouth over his, her tongue probing against his as she grinds her wet pussy over the head of his cock. She trailed kisses down his jaw and neck to his chest as he breathed heavily. "Say it..."

"I need your pussy, Bailes..." He growls as she grinds her wet pussy against him, pressing her clit against him.

"You mean like this?" She raised her hips and moved her pussy down the full length of his cock, moaning loudly as she began to ride him slowly, savoring the feeling of being inside him again. She rocked her hips slowly, grinding her clit against his pubic bone, listening to him moan as he held on tightly to her hips, begging for her to move faster.

"YES!" He gripped her thighs tightly, pushing her hips down onto him. She gripped his forearms tightly as she rocked back and forth, letting her walls slide down his shaft. "Bailey... baby... I need more."

She giggled, slowing her pace and continued to tease him by rubbing her clit along the ridge of his cock, raising herself only to drop herself back down on him, causing him to grunt. She grabbed his hands, locking their fingers as she held them above his head. "Who's in charge here?"

He struggled against her grasp for a moment before grinning. "You are."

"Now that's a good boy..." She continued to tease him, bouncing slowly on his cock.

"Fuck, Bailes..." He thrusted his hips up as she stilled, forcing a groan from him. "More... I need more..."

"Are you going to cum for me, Jakey?" She teased, continuing to tease him by grinding her wet pussy down on his cock.

"Please, Bailey... I need to cum so bad... please let me cum in you."

She wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning in to bite his bottom lip gently as he continued to thrust his hips up towards hers. She ran her nails down his chest, stopping at his nipples, tugging at them roughly. She glanced up at him as she slowly rocked her hips, increasing the speed of her rhythm. She removed his blindfold before taking his wrists into her hands once more and forced them above his head, gripping them tightly together.

"Mmmm..." She sucked his bottom lip into her mouth, tasting the remnants of her sweet ice cream as she released him from her grip. "Cum for me. Fill me up..."

"Bailey... oh god... I'm close..."

"Then take me, Jakey. Show me how much you love fucking me."

"Harder..." He begged, looking up at her as she smiled at him seductively. She obliged, beginning to rock her hips faster, hitting just the right spot as she ground her clit against his pubic bone. He felt her tighten around him as she reached her climax, moaning loudly as he continued to drive himself into her until he filled her with his cum. They sat there silently for a few moments, gasping for breath as she rested against his chest. Finally, Bailey looked up at him, kissing him softly.

"Good boy," she whispered against his lips before capturing his mouth with hers.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, lips locked, before Bailey slipped off of him and headed to the bathroom to wash up. When she returned, she grabbed the carton of ice cream from the bedside table and smiled at Jake. "Take a shower and I'll go make a proper dinner."

He grinned, leaping to his feet to pull her against his chest. "And then we can have dessert again?"

"If you're a good boy," she promised, planting a quick kiss on his lips as he released her.

"Yes ma'am." He winked at her before they parted, her toward the kitchen and him toward the shower. 

Find the ongoing story here: Haunted - A Jake Jensen Fanfic

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[secretswiftymarvelfan]

The Legend Of Zelda - Jake Jensen x Reader

Summary: Jake just hasn't been the same after returning from Bolivia

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Heavy Angst, Lighter moments but HEAVY ANGST! PTSD! Mention of active combat situations!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

Masterlist

Jake woke with a start, his heart hammering in his chest as he blinked and tried to work out where he was. Sweat clung to his body and the air felt heavy, just like in Bolivia. He blindly reached out for his glasses, breathing out a sigh of relief when his vision cleared and he realised he was back home. 

Glancing over at his alarm clock he saw it was 5 am. Four hours of sleep since he last woke, it wasn’t a record but it had been worse. Rubbing his hands tiredly down his face he then looked over at you to see you peacefully asleep next to him. 

He watched you for a few minutes just appreciating that he was back here with you. It was only a few months ago that he thought he’d never see you again, and you thought he was dead. Those few months were the worst in his entire life and while he hoped you would move on and find happiness, he swore he never would.

Glancing back at the time he decided there was no point trying to go back to sleep now.  So he carefully climbed out of bed careful not to wake you. The first thing he did was quietly creep over to the window, quickly peaking out and surveying the street to see if there was anything out of place. He then checked that it was still locked before moving towards the bathroom.

As he stepped inside the ensuite he noticed that the shower curtain was drawn closed. Jake felt a tightness in his chest as he watched silently for a second, his fist clenched as he quickly drew it open breathing out a sigh of relief when he saw nothing. He quickly shook his head trying to rid himself of this nervous energy that followed him ever since he got home before jumping in the shower.

Once he was done he quietly got dressed and made his way into the kitchen to make himself a coffee. However, he froze as soon as he spotted a glass on the draining board that wasn’t there when he went to bed. 

His chest felt tight again as his mind ran wild trying to work out why it was there. He instantly began checking that every door and window was still locked. He even checked the bedroom window again, accidentally waking you up in the process.

“Hey, what are you doing up?” You murmur, your speech slightly slurred as you woke, eyes half open.

“Oh sorry I thought I heard something outside, must have been a racoon or something” Jake lies flashing you a quick smile.

“Oh okay” you mutter dropping your head back on your pillow.

Jake swallows nervously as he scratches the back of his neck “Hey you didn’t get up for a glass of water at all did you?”

You let out a yawn pulling the covers up closer to your head “Yeah woke up at three or something and was thirsty” you mumble falling back asleep.

Jake breathes out a sigh of relief before mentally kicking himself. Why did his mind keep going back to the worst-case scenario instead of just thinking logically?

“Thought so” he whispers as he carefully walks over and presses a kiss to the top of your head.

Once he was satisfied that you were fast asleep he quietly made his way back out of the bedroom to finally make himself that coffee. He made himself some toast at the same time before sitting down at the kitchen island and eating in silence. 

He considered going and playing some video games but he couldn’t bring himself to. He hated playing any game that involved fighting. He tried to play some Call of Duty a week or so after he got home but after his character got blown up he turned it off and had to sit in silence for the next couple of hours until his breathing and heart rate returned to normal. He stuck to calmer, less violent games now like Minecraft and Mario Kart. But neither of them held his interest for long so many of his games and consoles just collected dust now.

So instead he just slowly sipped on his coffee as he watched the sunrise through the kitchen window. It was weird, before Bolivia, Jake hated silence, he was always the one to break it. But now he craved the silent moments, the moments when he could just fade away for a moment. It was easier to notice something was wrong in silence, he could hear people approaching. He couldn’t do that when it was noisy, but his friends and you expected him to still be what he used to be, so he kept up that act when he wasn’t alone.

He hadn’t realised how much time had passed and that his coffee was now stone cold until you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, hugging him from behind. The action made him flinch, he had zoned out too much to hear you approach.

“Sorry didn’t mean to make you jump” you murmured as you pressed a kiss to his shoulder “How long have you been up?” 

“Not long” Jake lies standing up from his seat “Want a cup of coffee?” He asks stepping away from you.

“Oh um yeah thank you” you mutter.

Jake looks back over his shoulder at you noticing the furrow of your brows and how you worried over your lower lip. It instantly made him flash one of his trademark boyish grins and make his way over to you.

“Should I make it extra strong? We were up pretty late last night” he grins grabbing your hips and pulling you closer “Or do you want another round first” he adds wiggling his eyebrows.

The smile returns to your lips as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and go up onto your tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips “As much as I’d like to, I have too much to do ahead of the 4th of July party next week and I’m gonna need to be able to walk” you smirk.

“Fine” Jake playfully sighs, adding a pout to fully play the part “So a large breakfast is what I’m hearing so you have the energy for round 4 later tonight” he then smirks.

“It's like you read my mind” you grin.

Jake smiles leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead before stepping away one more to start cooking breakfast. As soon as his back was to you he let the smile slip and took a deep breath hoping you didn’t see through his facade. Fake it until you make it right?

It was a week later and both you and Jake were at the Fourth of July party. Jake stood with his hands buried in his pockets with the rest of the losers watching as you cooed over baby pooch.

A small smile tugs at his lips as he watches you with the baby, you were a natural mom and he knew you would be amazing when you actually became a mom. A month after coming home Jake proposed to you, all that time away had taught him that he couldn’t bare not having a life with you. He also thought it might help get rid of the strange feeling he had ever since he got home but it only got worse. Now he was more worried about something happening to you, he wouldn’t forgive himself if something did happen to you or any future children you may have.

“Oi Jensen you paying attention” Clay hollers pulling Jake from his train of thought.

“Nah he was getting all broody watching Y/N” Pooch smirks as he takes a sip of his beer. 

Aisha smirks over at Jake elbowing him in the side “Thinking of making one of those are ya Jensen?”

Jakes coughs and stutters as he tries to form an answer because yes he was but he was also so terrified about the possibilities of what could happen he didn’t want to risk it.

“I um-i’m going to get a refill” he coughs slipping away towards the drinks cooler.

Thankfully the talk of babies and marriage was done for the day which allowed Jake to relax once more. When it was time for the fireworks you and him found a spot near the back, you tucking yourself into his side.

Jake smiled softly as he looked down at you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You tilted your head back, reaching up to bring his lips down to yours. Just as your lips met, the first firework went off making Jake flinch. You must have been caught by surprise too as you chuckled your hand running down his chest as you turned your attention back to the display.

As the display went on Jake thought that he wouldn’t flinch at every bang but he did. He tried to get himself under control but he just couldn’t if anything it was getting worse. He could feel sweat dripping down his back and collecting on his brow and it wasn’t because of the summer heat. He felt himself growing restless as the display went on praying each firework was the last. When it finally did end Jake made a quick exit saying he needed to take a leak just to have a few quiet moments to himself.

That night Jake tossed and turned all night, when he did finally fall asleep he wished he hadn’t. He’d suffered with nightmares ever since getting home from Bolivia and they had slowly been getting worse. This one was the worst of them all as he dreamt of Max kidnapping both you and his unborn child and holding you at gunpoint. Jake was completely powerless, he had no weapons, no back up and he didn’t have the tech Max was demanding. He woke with a loud shout just as Max shot you.

Jake’s chest was heaving but he couldn’t take a single breath. He couldn’t breathe, the walls were closing in on him and the room was spinning. His ears were ringing making his head hurt.

“Hey, hey, hey it's okay” he heard you, your voice muffled by the ringing in his ears.

His vision cleared enough for him to see that you had climbed into his lap, straddling his hips, cupping his cheeks. Your worried gaze darted over his face as you gently ran your thumbs over his cheeks.

He moved suddenly wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer, burying his head in your chest. A sob broke free as relief courses through his body, you were okay, you were alive. You in turn wrapped your arms around him and held him close,  whispering comforting words as he broke down. 

When his sobs finally began to recede you cupped his cheeks once more and begin to wipe away his tears. 

“Wanna talk about it?” You ask softly.

Jake lets out a shuddering breath trying to get his thoughts in order and bring himself to actually say what he saw but ended up shaking his head “I- I don’t think I can” he chokes out.

You nod your head “Okay, that’s okay” you say softly wiping away more of his tears before wrapping your arms around him and holding him close.

You continue to hold him until he began to feel more normal. Until that fight or flight instinct faded away and all that was left was a level of exhaustion that he was used to now.

“I’m sorry if I scared you” he muttered quietly. 

“It’s okay, I’m just worried about you that’s all you haven’t been yourself recently,” you say resting your hand on his chest where his heart was still thundering only now it was because he realised he hadn’t been hiding it as well as he thought “you were acting strange at the party, jumping at the fireworks, you barely play any of your games anymore you’re just… you’re just not you” 

Jake let out a long sigh looking down unable to look you in the eye and see the disappointment “I’m sorry” he whispered.

“Hey it's okay, I just want to help that’s all, I love you Jake and I want you to be happy” you say gently getting him to look back up.

“I am happy I-I promise,” Jake says resting his hand over yours “I just…” he starts before taking a deep breath “I’m just scared, Max is still out there and I wouldn’t forgive myself if he got to you or any children we might have in the future” he admits.

“Okay, thank you for telling me that,” you say softly “and I know I know nothing about your world but I know you’ll keep us safe, that you and the rest of the losers will eventually track him down” you reassure him “but what about the fireworks and your games?”

Jake shrugs “I dunno I didn’t expect them to startle me as much as they did but I just felt myself beginning to panic and it's the same whenever I play my games, well most of them anyway” he explains.

Your brows furrow for a moment as you study him, Jake could practically see the cogs turning in your head before a look of realisation crossed your face.

“I think you might have PTSD” you mutter.

Jake instantly shake his head at the idea, what had happened in Bolivia was bad but it wasn’t like active combat or being caught by a road bomb. 

“I might be wrong but I think it might be a good idea to talk to a professional about it, even if it's not PTSD they’ll know how to help with what’s going on up here,” you say lightly tapping his temple.

Jake let out a long tired sigh but nodded his head “Okay, I’ll book myself in with a therapist in the morning I promise” he says.

A smile tugs at your lips “Thank you, and if you ever have a nightmare again and I’ve not woken up, wake me up” you tell him, he instantly goes to argue but you shut him down “Wake me up, let me help” you repeat only dropping it once he agreed.

“Thank you sweetheart, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about it sooner” he sighs.

“It's okay, I understand it would have been difficult but I’m here to help now so you don’t have to deal with this on my own” you tell him.

A smile tugs at Jake’s lips as he leans in to kiss you softly. He then shifted the both of you so you were lying down again. Jake held you close and it wasn’t long until he fell back asleep feeling much more peaceful than he did before.

A few weeks later Jake had gone to a few therapy sessions and even though he didn’t believe it to begin with, he was diagnosed with PTSD. He struggled to believe it to begin with but after talking things through with his therapist more things made sense. 

It was still early days and he had a long road ahead to fully learn to live with it but just understanding what was happening was helping. You had been incredibly supportive too which Jake was so grateful for, he was already feeling more normal.

Today you told him that you had a surprise for him, you wouldn’t tell him a single thing as you drove over an hour to get to your destination. When you finally arrived Jake looked out the window and saw the sign ‘Pets4Vets’

“What is this?” He asks with a frown.

“You’ll see now c’mon we don’t wanna be late” you smile getting out of the car.

Jake follows your lead, your hand taking his as you led him into the building. You only stepped away to quickly talk to the receptionist who then led you and Jake down the corridor to another room which had a couple of couches and lots of pet supplies.

“What’s going on? What is this place?” Jake asks.

You bit your lower lip to hold back your smile “Okay fine, this is a therapy dog centre, they provide emotional support dogs to veterans suffering with PTSD, when you got your diagnosis I got in contact with them and they managed to find a dog that fits perfectly” you explain “this meeting is to see if you click”

Jake was speechless his mouth opening and closing as he tried to form words. He didn’t even get the chance as the door opened and a woman with a black labrador walked in. The labrador instantly wiggled its way over to Jake making him laugh as he gave the dog all the attention it wanted.

“Well you guys are already hitting it off, this is Zelda” the woman says introducing Zelda to Jake.

Jake laughed “No shit, I love that game” he chuckles as Zelda sits down in front of him and starts licking his face.

“Match made in heaven” you smile as you grab a tennis ball and pass it to Jake.

Zelda’s eyes light up when she spots the ball, Jake’s smile widening as he wiggled it in front of her before throwing it. Zelda instantly spins and runs after the ball.

For the next 20 minutes Jake played with Zelda, loving every second of it “So how does this work?” He asks the trainer.

“Well our dogs are trained to be the perfect companions, they can detect when their partner is becoming distressed and help calm them down. They provide physical comfort and some dogs like Zelda are also trained to help reassure their partner that their house is secure and they’re safe” the trainer explains.

“Wow that’s amazing,” Jake says as he scratches Zelda behind the ear.

“Yeah and since you guys have really hit it off we can go ahead and organise a home visit and if that goes well  Zelda can be with you guys by the end of the week” the trainer smiles. 

“Thank you, we can’t thank you enough” you smile as you stroke Zelda’s head.

“It's what we do, I’ll leave you guys to hang out a little longer call if you need anything” the trainer smiles before leaving the room.

Jake smiles as he continues to play and get to know Zelda. He absolutely loved her already and all of a sudden he realised he felt like his old self again. That weight that was on his chest was gone. 

His smile was wide and he turn to look at you, leaned in a kiss you deeply “Thank you so much for this, I love you so much” 

You smile softly back at him kissing him once more “I love you too”

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[peyton-warren]

Jake Jensen and 😍

The Sanctuary of Hope

Characters: Jake Jensen, Reader Pairings: Jake Jensen x Reader Word count: 420 Type: angst and fluff Warning: Nightmares, PTSD Fueled night terrors and comfort Prompt: Post-nightmare cuddles for Jake Jensen

Summary: You comfort Jake Jensen after he has a nightmare.

Author's Note: From this Comfort my Characters ask game and the above resulting ask from @sweater-daddiesdumbdork above. Thank you doesn't even begin to cover how much @adulting-sucks has helped encourage me in my writing, shes been everything from beta, sounding board and cheer leader. Thank you ! Drabble can be read in the Blinded by the Fog world but can be read separate from it as well.

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You were awake a split second before he was, and you knew what woke you.  Nightmares.  His nightmares.  

Even as it echoes off the walls of your shared bedroom, you heard Jake’s bellow quiet quickly as he froze next to you.  You knew better than to touch him until you had confirmation he was indeed awake after one of he nightmares.  You had learned that lesson early on one night when he came up swinging, connecting his meaty fist to your cheek after you laid a comforting hand on his shoulder.  

 “Oh god no,” he whispered softly, his voice broken.  

“Baby?” you asked, tenderly, gently, hoping to not scare him any more than he likely already was.  

His response came in the form of soft sobs as he rolled on his side, pressing his face into your neck.  “Oh god,” he muttered, babbling, almost incoherent.  

“Oh handsome man,” you cooed into his sweaty hair, pressing your cheek to the top of his head, wrapping your arms around him. You felt him cry more than heard him, his whole body wracked with each sob. You knew this was all you could do for him; comfort him, wrap him in your love until he calmed himself.   “It’s ok, my love,” you whispered softly into his hair.  “It’s ok. It was just a dream.”

You never asked him about his nightmares, the terrors that stalked him when he closed his eyes.  You expected it had something to do with his time in the military, things you couldn’t ask him about, things he couldn’t tell you about.  He never really talked about what he saw on his missions to all parts of the world, but you knew some of it came out in the form of nightmares and night terrors.  And honestly, if this was how it affected the strong man in your arms, you were comfortable not knowing what spurred these nocturnal visions that passed behind his eyelids as he slept beside you.  

Your arms tightened around him as you felt him relax, his soft sobs turning into sighs and hiccups as you felt him drift back to sleep against you.  Stroking your fingers through the hair on the back of his head, you pressed your cheek tighter against him, softly kissing his hair before closing your eyes, tightening your hold on him just a little more as you followed him back into sleep’s domain, hoping, praying your arms and love were enough to keep the horrors away for a little bit tonight.  

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[theycallmebecca]

Drabble: He Met Her At A Wedding

Am I borrowing my cousin’s real life love story to write this drabble... abso-fucking-lutely. Am I ashamed? Abso-fucking-lutely not. It’s not exactly how their story went, but oh well.

This is for the love at first sight prompt @the-ce-horniest-book-club​​ that is part of the HBC Spring Fling event.

Title: He Met Her At A Wedding

Pairing: Jake Jensen x female reader

Rating: PG

Warnings: n/a

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

Jake Jensen believed in fate.

Well, actually, he had always scoffed at the idea that “fate” controlled everything.

Until now.

Four days ago, he’d bumped into an old friend from school. They hadn’t been best friends, but they had been close and lost contact over the years.

The friend had then insisted that Jake come to his wedding, assuming him that there wouldn’t been an issue with seating or food.

Jake had debated going, but ultimately decided to.

Insert the beautiful goddess that was fate here.

He gotten to the venue just before the ceremony started, so much so that the bridal party had already been lined up and ready to go into the ceremony hall.

He took a step towards the hall, but froze when he saw her. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. And when her eyes met his, he felt a zing that went straight to his heart.

He didn’t even realize that the wedding planner was trying to get his attention until she forcefully pushed him in the back to get him to go into the hall.

The ceremony took an agonizingly long time, in his opinion, and it seemed like even longer before the wedding party showed up at the reception and were allowed to mingle.

Finally, it was time though and, conveniently for Jake, he found the bride, groom and his ladylove standing together. He quickly made his move and let his friend introduce him to the woman that would one day be his wife.

And when their hands touched for the first time, the zing was back. Glancing at her face, Jake could tell that she had felt it, too.

He wasn’t sure what he had done to get on fate’s good side, but he was eternally grateful for her intervention in his life.

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[foxgloveprincess]

Pairing: Jake Jensen x Female Reader [Second Person Narrator]

Summary: Love has finally found you.

Word Count: 1,837

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Warnings: UnBeta’d, Dark, Kidnapping, Obsession, Possessive Behavior, Kidnapping, implied Cyberstalking, Relationships, slightly Confined Spaces, Pet Names (angel, baby, etc.). Minors do not interact (18+).

A/N:  Jake is finally ready for his angel. I hope you enjoy! Happy Fourth and Final Sunday of Attic Wives Advent! ❄️🎉🍾🙌🏻

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You hated the bright flashes of the cameras on the whatever-the-latest-color carpet your agent made you walk down. Feeling like an animal in a cage. Smiling until your cheeks hurt and not able to let it drop for one brief moment of reprieve. 

“We’re almost to the end,” Mickey whispers in your ear. 

A genuine smile threatens to eclipse your perfectly composed one. You lean closer and whisper back a quiet, “Promise?”

He chuckles and plays up your embrace for the cameras. With a hum, he kisses your cheek, letting his face linger there for a nice intimate shot. Your heart flutters in you chest. The photographers eat it up with a cry of both your names. 

“I promise, babe,” he replies with one last tender peck. 

You give an affectionate squeeze around his waist and turn back to the carpet. A couple steps, a hundred photos. Another carefully placed spot, a few hundred more snapped. On and on until you get to the interviews. With reluctance, you let your agent separate you from Mickey’s side and turn to the cheery reporter in front of you. 

“Cara Lonquist with Entertainment Avenue,” she introduces herself. 

You smile and step forward, locking your fingers together to keep from fidgeting. Despite never quite acclimating to such keen attention, a deep breath prepares you for her questions. 

Most fish for spoilers from the movie or upcoming projects. You answer each with the coy script you’ve practiced with the P.R. team. Then she asks, “Did I see you walking the carpet with someone?” 

You blink a moment, caught off-guard by the pivot in conversation. Of course, you expected it, prepared for it. You duck your chin and press a hand to your heating cheek. “You did.” 

The reporter coos and steps closer, chomping at the bit for the scoop you’re about to drop in her lap. 

“Let’s just say,” you pause a minute to think, coquettish in your performed divulgence. “There’s a very special man in my life, and leave it at that.”

“A special man?” a voice teases from behind. Arms wrap about your waist and Mickey presses up behind you. The tension in your shoulders eases and you lean into his embrace. “Don’t make me jealous.” 

The reporter makes a sound high in her throat and keeps the microphone shoved in your faces. Her eyes glance to her cameraman, and he returns a not so subtle thumbs up. You swallow a giggle and turn back to your beau. 

“Oh yeah,” you tease in return, twisting away from the camera, “he’s everything to me.” But looking into Mickey’s cool blue eyes, you melt. It feels good to finally go public with the romance that’s bloomed between the two of you. Never have you been so happy.

Nor has a man thousands of miles away, his gaze locked on the screen, knowing you’re talking about him. 

You awaken slowly, head groggy and body sore all over. Scratching an itch on your chest, your fingers meet lace. You look down to see an unfamiliar set of frilly white lingerie—something you’d never wear on your best day. The cropped camisole provides little support for your bust. Scalloped lace trims the edges, from the low-cut neckline to the fluttery straps. The bottom bloomers bear the same lace around the high waist and each leg hole. Both pieces just sheer enough that you’re exposed. 

You smooth your hands over the soft cotton and sit up fully to examine the rest of your body. It’s more than just aches. A cast wraps around your right leg up to your knee. A brace sits on your left wrist. You grimace and try to roll the joint. It twinges with pain. A yelp escapes your lips and you cradle your hand to your chest. At least you’re all in one piece—wherever you are. 

Looking around at the room you occupy, you see nothing familiar. A sloped roof with a delicate chandelier shining soft light across the small space. The bed you occupy crammed into a small nook. Lace and frills and faux fur cover each pillow around you. A delicate canopy drapes from overhead, tied off to the side with pristine white bows. Gossamer fabric hanging off to the side on a curtain rod barely conceals a toilet, tub, and sink. A scattered lamp or two, dim in their light. There’s very little else to the space. No windows. No doors. 

“Where am I?” you whisper to no one in particular. 

“I can answer that,” a voice booms over speakers you can’t see. 

A flabbergasted, “What?” whooshes out of you on a breath. 

“Are you comfortable?” the voice asks. It’s masculine, concerned, even tender in its delivery. Though the volume may be high, the voice isn’t coarse or agitated. 

Your head shakes, rattling around all the thoughts that puzzle over your predicament. 

“What’s wrong?” he asks, an urgency to his tone. The lights brighten from their dimmed setting. You raise a hand to shield your slowly adjusting eyes. But you say nothing. “It’s okay, angel, you can tell me.” 

“Where am I?” you repeat looking for the camera he’s sure to have trained on you. “What’s going on?” Your voice threatens to shake as your situation settles around you and awareness blooms. This is not a joke, this is not a prank. You keep your cool as best you can, taking your cue from scripts and episodes of crime dramas. Struggling and screaming never did those girls any good. Smarts did. 

“You’re home, baby,” he says. You swallow hard at the joy that exudes from those three words. Even in the silence that follows, you can hear the buzz of his anticipation. 

“But where is home?” you ask, forcing out the words that stick in your throat. 

“Oh, uh,” he pauses. Tapping and mumbles follow. Like somehow he’s nervous. “I, uh, don’t think I should tell you that.”

You dip your head in disappointment. He seemed friendly enough. He might slip up or give you a window of opportunity or be malleable enough for you to coax your way to safety. 

You think hard for the next question before asking, “Do I get to know your name?” 

“I guess we never got formally introduced,” he responds. More confusion adds to the pile—what does he mean by that? Had you met this man before? “My name’s Jake.”

“Jake,” you repeat with a tremble to the word. You clear your throat and let yourself pretend you’re on a set. Summoning your skills for your survival. “I’m glad to meet you again, Jake.” You let a small, wobbly smile stretch your lips as you look toward the general direction of one of the speakers—you hope. 

The lights brighten with a flash before dimming to their previous mood lighting. All too familiar, reminding you of the paparazzi. 

“I knew it,” he crows with joy. “I knew you’d remember me. It was so brief on the street, but we connected. You felt it too, didn’t you?” 

Your mind races. He’d bumped into you. On what street? When? How many others had done the same—too many. How were you supposed to remember him out of all of them?

But you say, “Of course.” Though your voice quivers and your whole mouth dries, you lick your lips and continue with trepidation fluttering in your stomach. “You seemed…sweet?”

“Sweet?” 

Your heart jumps at his tone, unable to decipher his reception of the term without a look at his face. But a dreamy sigh drifts through the speakers. 

“That’s exactly what you said before. God, you really are an angel.”

You chuckle, an uneasy laugh meant to sound like a girlish giggle. At least his delusion seems to blind him to the discomfort slipping through the cracks. You glance around the room, a sinking feeling in your gut. 

“Am I going to stay here?” you ask. 

“Of course,” Jake replies, chirpy and affectionate. “You know how it’s been. Keeping this to ourselves for so long, being apart.” He sighs again and you hear a faint scratching through the speaker. “I’m not ashamed to admit I’ve been lonely.” He pauses and part of you almost feels sorry for him—almost. When he speaks again, though, that fleeting sympathy vanishes. “But now you’re really mine and I don’t have to share.”

“Share?” you wonder out loud. The implication doesn’t evade you, and your mind jumps to escape, the outside world, your commitments. “I’ve signed some contracts for upcoming films. They’ll expect me to show up on set. Or what about my agent? My family?” Your fingers fidget with the blanket draped over your waist. “Where do they think I am? They must be missing me by now. I had a meeting with public relations.…” you trail off, dread filling you up to the brim. “What about Mickey? God, he must be so worried.”

“Oh,” he voices with a strange lilt of sympathy. “Well, you see, the thing is…” 

A television screen turns on in the corner. You didn’t notice that before in your brief perusal of the space. Your eyes squint at the bright light and watch. News coverage of an accident plays. A mangled car—a black SUV—flames on the side of a hill. Firefighters work to put out the fire with EMTs quickly packing up their equipment and speeding off. Your head tilts. What about it? Then your ears focus on the reporter’s statement. 

“…actor most known for her role in Sanctified. No statement has been issued by the first responders as to her condition, but witnesses speculate that it may be dire. One witness even asserted that all he saw were charred remains when she was pulled from the wreckage…”

“That was almost two days ago,” Jake says, speaking over the story. “I recorded it for you to see.”

You blink. Images of a blaring horn and shattered glass. But no fire. You remember the driver, a younger man with a bright smile and overflowing enthusiasm—was his name Justin? He’d been pressed against the wheel and pinned in place. His voice echoes in your ear—the timbre and insistence—but you can’t remember exactly what he said. 

“They announced your death yesterday on the 6 o’clock news,” he continues to explain with pride. “I think we did pretty good, and now no one will wonder where you are.”

“We?” you ask, still struggling to get through your shock. 

He huffs a laugh. “Yeah, I have a friend that helped out. It was his idea—the way it went down.” You drag a shuddering breath into your lungs. “Do you like how we did it?” There’s those nerves again. His voice tentative. 

You swallow down bile and blink a few times in an attempt to clear your head. “Yes,” you reply. “It was very creative.” You clear your throat and breathe deep. “And now I’m all yours.” It whooshes out of you like defeat. 

“All mine,” he echoes in delight. 

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[onsunnyside]

Jake Jensen 100% has a PA piercing YOU CANT CHANGE MY MIND

YES HE DOES !! (hehe drabble below)

me thinks: jake has the whole gamer thing going on, the certified tech nerd in his frat. he's always wearing sweaters or long sleeves, so you're in for a surprise when you attend a mutual friend's birthday party. jake is there, beer in hand and laughing with his frat bros, and his arms are full of tattoos, and so is his chest from what you could see peeking out from under his shirt. you knew he had piercings (various ones on his ears, his nose, eyebrow and his tongue), but it never crossed your mind that he'd be into tattoos.

me also thinks you two get pretty close that night, with liquid courage and the comfortable environment, you find yourself in his lap by the bonfire. you're sharing a drink (something he mixed up in the kitchen) and conversing with your friends. one thing leads to another and he's showing you his bedroom, his gaming system and the many posters on the walls. You sit in his gaming chair, spinning around with a smile, "this is nice and all, but I'd rather see something else."

"Uh.. and what's that?"

"Your tattoos." You lean forward, tugging him closer by the hem of his shirt. "I didn't know you had any, and now I'm too curious."

and well 😳 you've always thought he was cute, but now he's hot as hell, shirtless in front of you and talking about his tattoos in his deep voice. mayhaps... you drop to your knees after noticing the bulge in his jeans (can you blame him? you're looking up at him so sweetly, licking your lips and tracing over his ink. he could get hard if you just spoke to him) and your night just keeps getting better and better after you see the shiny metal hoop going from the slit to under the fat bulbous head: "Uhm... sorry, I probably should've warned you."

"Are you kidding?" You hurriedly strip off your dress, gripping the thick base, he's heavy too and longer than you expected, "You just got a hundred times hotter."

His eyes widen behind his glasses, a red flush blooming from his neck to his cheeks. "Really?"

"Yeah, but you know what'll make you a million times hotter?" You gently kiss up the prominent veins, your panties getting damp at the sound of his quiet groans. "If you let me milk your cock tonight, daddy."

Extra thot: his nipples are also pierced

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[ronearoundblindly]

♟ and Jake Jensen (shocking I knoe)

Arts and Crafts

No warnings. Pure fluff. WC ~700

Record-setting torrential downpours for days. It feels like it’s been raining for weeks, months even. You are starting to hate what used to be one of your favorite things.

You can’t nap anymore. You’ve run out of books to read (and listen to). You are trapped inside and ready to start pulling your hair out for the fun of it.

Although a gamer and techie who regularly sits in a dark room staring at a computer for twelve-hour stretches, Jake is also going stir-crazy and loudly announced that he was “fucking done” this morning before disappearing into his office.

You give up staring out the window by 9 AM, knocking on his open door in time with the scratching sound of the 3-D printer.

“Whatcha doing?” you ask in that cute way he likes.

Jake spins in the chair, a huge smile on his face, the kind that lifts his glasses with his cheeks.

“Nothing,” he lies, a mischievous glint flickering over the lenses.

You know better. “You’re bored, Jensen, and up to something.”

Your boyfriend opens his arms as you saunter over and perch in his lap, eyeing his screen over his shoulder. His feet shuffle to turn you both around.

“Is that some sort of longboat?” you guess. “Like the Vikings? Trying to get in touch with your roots, huh, Mister Frosted Tips?”

Jake chuckles while you play with his hair a bit, then he snuggles you closer.

“Actually,” he pushes at the bridge piece over his nose, “that is a Maori waka. Similar, but they made war canoes…and technically the Vikings had longships.”

You hum.

“Dork.”

Jake snorts and sags in the chair, resting his forehead on your shoulder. You simply card your fingers through his short hair some more.

“So why are you building yourself an ultra-tiny canoe?”

“Just an idea,” he mumbles, “and I think I’ve just had another.”

He starts clicking through schematics and typing a new search. After landing on his intended target, he wiggles you—nicely—off of him to load more material into the printer.

Bouncing with new-found purpose, Jake grabbing string and a drill bit has you a smidge worried.

“Hey, pretty lady, you wanna play in the mud?”

Why you two even bothered to put on raincoats, you’ll never know.

Less than ten minutes into your epic boat race on the raging creek in the backyard, you’re both soaked through and still beaming. The strings make sure you don’t lose your vessels either down the current or to the now invisible bottom.

You keep trying to clothesline Jake while your noticeably faster vessel tugs you past him. He’s hurtled over you a couple of times, hoping for best two-out-of-three or first to ten.

“Face it, Jensen! I am owning your W.A.S.P.y ass with a flightless bird.”

Although enjoying your delighted smugness, he takes a short break to shake droplets off of his eyewear. “Oh yeah,” he practically wheezes, “you’re not competitive at all.”

You stick your tongue out as you pass back to the starting point at the edge of the property.

He jogs, following. “Ready to eat your words?” Jake lines up the boat in the water, his longer arm placing him right by your ear. “It’s go time.”

You release your grip and start running, screaming behind you. “I’m sorry. Did you want a pushover?”

“Absolutely—duck—“ he vaults over you just as your knees hit the squishy silt shore “—not.”

It’s a good show, but he gloats when finally his longship overtakes your waka, dancing in victory and shouting into the traitorous weather. Once he reels in the little boat on its line, Jake plops down in the mud, huffing beneath his dripping hood.

He watches you carefully retrieve the christened ‘Kiwi’ and join him in the rain.

He elbows your side. “Thanks for letting me win one.”

“I can only whoop your Anglo-Saxon ass so much, babe.”

“Love you, too,” Jake squeaks, gently tackling you to rub his goatee on your cheek. Once you stop squirming, he pulls back to wiggle his eyebrows over foggy, wet glasses. “You wanna print a tanker and try to sink it with Roman candles?”

Rain becomes one of your favorite things again.

from this game of "Comfort My Characters"

Thank you for asking!

Skipping the taglist because this is two in one day and hopefully one each day until I'm done, so yeah, just check back for comfort fics!

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[chxrryhansen]

౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐍

Pairing; Husband!Jake Jensen x Wife!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I think I have just written the best opener to a oneshot in existence and I’m crying with laughter:

“In the jungle the mighty jungle the lion sleeps tonight!” Jake sings in high pitched voice as the two of walk through the dense forest.

“Jake this is the amazon there are no lions” you point out as you cut away some vines.

“In the jungle the quiet jungle the lion sleeps tonight!” Jakes continues swaying his body to the beat as he follows after you.

“Lions don’t live in jungles Jake” you repeat turning around to face him.

“Wee heeheehee weeoh aweem away!” Jake sings at the top of his lungs grabbing your hands, trying to get you to dance with him.

You try and ultimately fail at holding back a smile “you’re a nightmare” you laugh.

“Yeah but you love me anyway” Jake grins as he pulls you closer and pecks you on the lips.

“That and everyone else refused to do this recon with you” you smirk making him gasp dramatically.

“Well I better show them what they’re missing” he proclaims, grabbing the machete from you and leading the way singing “aweem away, aweem away, aweem away” as he went.

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[peyton-warren]

Blinded By The Fog Chapter 7

Characters: Reader, Jolene, Aubrey Clay(OC), Madre Alverez (OC) and Captain Syverson Pairings: Reader x Syverson, Jake Jensen x Reader Word count: 3322 Type: angst and fluff Warning: 18+. Minors DNI. guilt, self-depreciation, self-doubt, loss of spouse and found family, swearing, weensy bit of smooching and subtle(?) affection. Summary: Reader panics when Sy arrives at Madre's for dinner and she is faced with talking to him about what happened a week before, and his history with Clay's daughter.

Author's Note: Thank you to @adulting-sucks for her continued support and betaing. Thank you to @jvanilly, @ronearoundblindly @joannaliceevans-fanficblog @darsynia @sconnie-doesnt-know @sweater-daddiesdumbdork @nana1000night @jynxmirage and others for the support this weekend during our Presidents' Day Writers Party.

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Chapter 6

You stood frozen in place as Sy, sporting a freshly shaved head and trimmed beard, followed Aubrey into the kitchen.  You stared at the empty doorway, barely registering the joyous chatter that erupted at his arrival.  You were too busy trying to figure out what in the world you were going to do now that he was here.  You could run off like a child, get in your car and never be seen again.  There was a certain appeal to that, you had to admit that.  

What in the fuck is he doing home anyway?  He was supposed to be on some super secret squirrel mission for the US government, wasn't he?  It's only been 5 days since he sent you the message he was being sent out.  He that good at his job that he accomplished whatever it was that quickly?

With a frustrated sigh, you broke  yourself free from your fixed staring stance, and  quickly moved to continue your task, now setting the fifth space.  Once that was done, you let your mind wander as you futzed with the table as long as you could without feeling ultra awkward for not being in the kitchen with the others.  Looking up, you nearly jumped out of your skin as you finally noticed the hulking man standing in the room with you, his arms crossed, his expression unreadable, cold and distant, unflinching as you squeaked your surprise.  His eyes were focused on you, his jaw set and you wondered how long he had been standing there.  And how he entered the room without you noticing.  

Biting your lip, you tried to mimic his stoic manner, knowing you did not have it in you, and you began to crumble under his scrutinous gaze.  As you felt the all too familiar sting of tears, Aaran jerked his head toward the next room.  Nodding, you followed the instruction and found yourself alone in the living room with Sy.  You felt suddenly embarrassed and nervous, barely able to look at him. You heard the others still in the kitchen as he stepped toward you.  He stopped just short of your personal bubble, and without a word, he tucked one finger under your chin, gently guiding your face up.  Your eyes flowed over his features, your cheeks reddening, your stomach doing flips it only ever did with your husband.  You tried to deny that you were feeling something for Sy, reminding yourself Jake had been gone less than 2 months.  This was so wrong.

But as your eyes met Sy’s, you felt something in you snap.  As if he could feel it too, Sy stepped forward, almost in slow motion, the electricity between you palpable.  Unable to stop, you rose on your toes, hand on his chest to steady yourself.  You held your breath as you brushed your lips over his.  Sy stood motionless, but didn’t hold back the soft moan emanating from his throat.  

Emboldened by that sound, you pressed closer to him, your lips parting his.  Abruptly, Sy cradled your cheeks in his hands, pulling closer to you before spinning the pair of you, pressing your back to a wall in the corner of the room with a low growl. 

With a barely audible ooff, you grabbed his shirt, tugging him closer as his tongue filled your mouth.  His knee inserted itself between your thighs making you hiss and hold on tighter, pulling his shirt from the waistband of his pants, your fingers seeking his warm skin.  Your mind continued to spin with the thoughts of how this shouldn't be happening while your body sparked and sizzled with each stroke of his tongue, each touch of his hands and fingers.  

Jolene called your name from deep in the kitchen. “Did you bring that wine with you?"  

Ripping your mouth from Sy’s, you tried to slow your breathing as he stared at you like he wanted to devour you whole.  “Yeah,” you yelled back, your eyes flowing over his face, straying from his eyes to his kiss-swollen lips.  “I forgot it in the car.  Lemme go grab it.”

“Great!” Her voice seemed closer, panic rising in your brain at being caught, your hands pressing to his chest  “You seen Sy? Madre needs him.”  

You wrap your hands around his wrists, his fingers clenching your hips, your eyes pleading with him.  “Think I saw him head to the bathroom.”  Sy’s tongue swept over his bottom lip, making your thighs weak before you attempted to push him back again. “I’ll be right back!"

Sy was very reluctant to let you go, but he finally let you escape to the front door.  The fresh cool air hitting your burning cheeks was more than a little welcome as you slammed the door behind you.  What in the world were you thinking?  What had gotten into you?

Sy could, that enabling voice in the back of your mind offered.   

You told it to fuck off as you slowly walked to your car, taking as much time as possible to allow yourself to cool down. 

The door to the house loudy closed, making you jump and turn around.  Without a glance in your direction, Sy stoically walked across the yard towards a grill in the shade of the house, pulling the lid off of it before rifling through a nearby deck box.  The buzz of arousal still stirred in you, and you tried to ignore the way he looked bending over, the way the still untucked Molly Hatchet shirt rode up his expansive back, the way his bottom looked in his jeans as he rooted around for charcoal and tools to get the grill going.  

“For fuck’s sake.  Are you 12?” you muttered under your breath as you spun back around to pull the wine bottles from your passenger seat.  Marching back to the door, you did your best to not glance in Aaran’s direction.  When you did, you caught him looking at you, and smirking, that fucking smirk, making you blush hotly and almost dash for the door handle.  

Somehow you found your way into the house, and back to the kitchen.  Jolene raised her eyebrow at your arrival and you tried to ignore her, setting the bottles on the counter.  Opening a drawer to your left, you rooted around for the wine opener you knew was in there somewhere, suddenly and desperately feeling parched, still ignoring Jolene’s stare, not wanting to know what she saw or knew, or thought she saw or thought she knew.  

The opener appeared in front of your eyes, dangled in your view by perfect french manicure.  “Oh bless you, child,” you muttered out loud, snagging the tool from Aubrey’s fingers as she shifted two glasses in front of you.  

“You are welcome,” she laughed as you opened the wine, pulling the foil from the neck enough to get at the cork.  “You ok?” she asked, finally taking your appearance in. “You feel ok?” she tried again when you ignored her as you struggled with the bottle. “I’ll be better when this fucking thing is open,” you mumbled.

She placed her hand on yours.  “Don’t hurt yourself,” she tried, pulling the bottle closer to herself.  “Why don't you just ask Sy for help?”

You froze, your glance moved quickly from the label on the bottle to her face, wondering what exactly she was implying.  You must have looked confused, because she clarified.  “With the bottle...unless you...” she tried to hide her smirk with her hand, but you catch it before she does.  

Were you that obvious?  “No.” You have no idea what you are answering but the answer is no, right?

“But you want to,” she assessed from behind her hand, her eyes taking you in with glee and amusement.  

The flush darkened on your cheeks, your ears joining in on the embarrassment. “That's... ohmygodshutup,” you mutter softly, with a glance over your shoulder at Jolene and Madre, the room, the house suddenly seeming way too small.  With a wild yank on the bottle, you managed to get it open a split second before you could opt to run from the house and never come back again.  Ignoring Aubrey’s insistent stare, you filled the two glasses in front of you, over filling one.  Tossing the opener still holding the cork to the counter, you sipped just enough from the glass that threatened to spill over before grabbing it and the bottle.  You quickly moved into the dining room.  As you settled in a chair facing the doorways to both the kitchen and the front hallway, you took a healthy (or unhealthy depending on your opinion on the matter) drink from the glass, half emptying it as Aubrey followed behind you.  “We are just gonna be in here chatting if you need anything,” she sing-songily called to the other two women, knowing that Madre was just waving the two of you to relax and sit.  

The younger woman took the seat next to you, her face filled with glee and intrigue, which you chose to ignore, or at least tried to.  “Shut it,” you grumble from inside your glass’s bowl.  “Did you-”

“I said shut it,” you insisted.  

Nodding, she shifted tactics.  “He’s a good guy, you know,” she offered with too casual of a shrug before taking a sip from her own glass, her eyes trained on the table top.  “Daddy always liked him,” she said softly, her voice tight as she sipped again.  

It was your turn to look at her with intrigue, but before you could ask what the backstory was between Clay and the other man, hell between her and Sy, the front door opened and booted feet came down the hall.  Sy regarded you two with that same raised eyebrow he gave you earlier, only his eyes were softer as he wandered into the kitchen.  “Ready for the meat,” he announced to Madre, his face split with a toothy grin.  With her own broad smile, she slipped a platter off the counter and into his hands and patted his cheek, something you had seen her do countless times with Cougar and even with Jake and the other Losers.  She adored her boys, her love was unending for any of them. And they in turn returned it with just as much zest as she did.  It brought such warmth to your chest and -your old nemesis- tears to your eyes.  

To hide them, you lifted the glass to your lips and swallowed a mouthful or maybe two or three. By the time you came up for air, Sy had stepped back outside and Jolene came into the room carrying bowls of food.  Aubrey fussed and ushered her into a chair as you instantly hopped to your feet insisting she should be sitting.  The momma-to-be just rolled her eyes at all of you but relented, settling in the chair on the opposite side of Aubrey.  By the time all of the food was moved to the table, Aaran returned with a plate full of beautifully charred skirt steak.  The scent of wood smoke surrounded you as he leaned in behind you to place it in the center of the table, taking the opportunity to press his fingers of his opposite hand against your side as he straightened back up.  You shot him a glare which earned you a bit of the handsomely alluring smirk in return.  

You almost tripped over your own feet as you moved to your seat, reaching for your near empty glass as Madre entered the room, putting Sy next to you.  Draining the liquid, you reached for the bottle and refilled the glass.  Your favorite youngest member in attendance wandered back into the room with the second bottle already opened in her hand along with a pitcher of water and a fresh beer for Aaran tucked in her elbow.  

The five of you shared your meal with only slightly awkward conversation, or at least that’s as you perceived it as you continued to imbibe your liquid courage, your mental diatribe shaming you for what had happened in the other room; you felt like everyone at the table was judging you for your traitorous thoughts and actions, making you slink down into your chair as you picked at your meal.  

The conversation around you jumped through what was going on in everyone’s life, the other 4 falling into comfortable dialog.  Joining in on the conversation only when called to, you were lost in your own head, the heat from Sy sitting so close and his scent, god his scent had your brain completely turned inside out with impure thoughts as well as an overwhelming sense of guilt.  

As you reached to empty the second wine bottle, Aubrey’s hand landed over the top of your glass.  If looks could have killed, yours would have at least amputated that hand as she smilingly pleaded with you to cut it out.   A large warm hand landed on your thigh, gently squeezing as Sy refilled your glass with ice water instead.  You turned your murderous gaze to him, which only earned you a concerned smile.  

You hated them both, you conceded as you sipped your water.   All of them, you changed your mind as you caught Jolene’s soft smile.  You chose to ignore reading Madre’s expression.  Her disapproval would just kill you to your soul and you didn’t need that today.  

Instead of sticking around to be judged, you opted to start clearing the table, shooing everyone else to stay seated as you took their dishes into the kitchen.  Aubrey silently ignored your wishes bringing you a few of the serving bowls, squeezing your arm as she set your water glass within easy reach of the sink as you scraped your plate into the trash.  You kissed her cheek in thanks and then smacked her ass with a hand towel, sending her scooting back into the dining room with a wide grin.  

Sy of course entered the kitchen with a raised eyebrow of curiosity and a hint of dirty intent as he took in your handling of Aubrey.  Narrowing your eyes at him, you just quietly shook your head as he set the last of the serving dishes on the counter for you.  You tried to ignore him but the infuriating man took the chance to simply squeeze your shoulders and deposit a kiss on the side of your head as you took another sip of water.  You may have noticed him offer you his ass as he walked back toward the other room but you chose to not acknowledge it with anything more than a singular middle finger held up, your eyes focused on which dish to clean next.  

You had to admit to yourself you liked this shift between you and Aaran, even if it gnawed at you that it was too early to be exploring something new with someone.  Jake’s death was only a few months ago.  You owed it to him to mourn more before moving one, didn’t you?   The man who meant the world to you, the love of your life, your forever, deserved more than to be swept aside a mere 2 months after his death.  

But did allowing Sy into your life in a more intimate capacity really diminish what you felt for Jake?   Here was the real issue for you, and the true reason you kept reaching for the alcohol tonight. It really didn’t diminish anything, you were clearly still grieving the loss of your husband.  You were likely going to grieve him as long as you drew breath.  It wouldn’t matter when you let someone else into your life, today or ten years from now.  No one would ever replace Jake.  

Wiping at the tears that leaked out of your eyes, you continued with your task, your shoulders a little less burdened, your consciousness a little less pain ridden.  Once the coffee machine quit percolating and the dishwasher was turned on, you returned to the table a bit lighter than you had left it.  Setting miss-matched mugs and the pot on the table top, you waved Sy back into his chair again as you turned to grab the milk and sugar.  

Jolene called behind you. “There’s a-”

“Pie on the counter,” you finished, having seen the baked good, and knowing Jolene's inability to show up for a dinner empty handed.  “Got it.”

You couldn't stop the man from following at the mention of dessert.  Giving him a light eye roll, the two of you silently moved through the kitchen, both of you having made yourselves at home at Madre’s countless times.  You found yourself relishing in the feel of his light touches, the comfort you felt from him helping you gather all you needed from the kitchen, your mind finally relaxing into the possibilities of this being a thing.  

Madre patted your arm and smiled at you as settled the stack of dishes and pile of cake forks next to the beautiful pie Jolene had brought with her.  You turned to grab your wine glass of water you had left on the counter, leaving Aaran to the honors of slicing the pie into the desired slice sizes of the other three women.  

When you returned, you found a sizable piece of blueberry pie on a plate in your spot, much larger than anything you could fully consume, especially after you may have helped yourself to a scoop or two too many of one of Madre’s signature dishes at dinner.  You groan silently as you stab your fork into the pie, half of your forkful filled with crust.  Snagging the flaky pastry with your finger tips, you slip it in your mouth, catching Sy watching you from the corner of your eye.  

“What?” you whisper incredulously at him, wondering what caused his interest.  

With a not so hidden smile and a shake of his head, he turned back to his own dessert, cutting a portion of it to shovel into his own mouth, turning his eyes back to Jolene who was telling a story down on the other end of the table.  

The meal ended shortly thereafter with Jolene’s announcement that she needed to get home and into bed.  At her insistence that you all should stay and continue to visit, you drained your coffee cup as Syverson snagged your pushed aside half full plate of pie, settling it on his own empty plate.  Ignoring him, you stood and followed Jolene to the kitchen after she hugged Aubrey and Madre and waved at Sy. You babbled about the upcoming classes the two of you were attending later that week.  You promised to be by after work, and the two of you would go grab dinner before the class started.  

“Night!” came the chorus of voices from the table as the two of you walked to the front door through the dining room. At the end of the hall, you held the door open for her as she stepped over the threshold onto the porch. She shushed you, waiting until you quit your babbles about how helpful you were going to be to her and how she had this mother thing down.  With a soft dewy eyed look that could very well be a trick of the porch light, she bit her lip.  “He seems like he’s good for you,” she told you softly.  

Your mouth fell open at her comment. “Who? Sy?”  Your sluggish brain whirled at the perceived permission from another widow to allow this new man into your life. 

“No the fucking mail man, you dumbass,” she laughed, wiping at her eyes.  She kissed your cheek, squeezing you tight before turning to step from the porch.  “Love you!” she called as she walked to her car.  

“Love you too,” you repeated automatically but not insincerely as your heart pounded hard in your chest.  This might be ok with others?  

Chapter 8

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