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jaketswine · 1 year

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mama

just some little mother’s day jakey thoughts

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“hey, babe?”

“mmhm?” you hummed in response, already in the process of closing your book and standing from your seat in the living room. you had heard him rustling around, digging his keys out of the bowl in the entryway, giving you a hint that he might be headed somewhere quickly.

you rounded the corner, seeing him with a slightly panicked look on his face, “going somewhere?”

he gave you a brief laugh, looking down at his feet, “well, mom’s in town this weekend, and I completely forgot that tomorrow was mother’s day until josh texted me a few minutes ago.” he paused to catch his breath, looking at you sheepishly.

already having a pretty good idea what he was getting after, you raised your eyebrows with a little smirk on your face, finishing his thought for him, “you want me to go to the store with you, jakey?”

he nodded, quickly waving his hand in the air, “only if you want to. I just need to go grab a card and some flowers, maybe some chocolate or something. it wouldn’t be long.” he looked up at you with a bashful smile.

you couldn’t help but giggle at the shy act he was putting on— he was just trying to rope you in to going with him. which you obviously would.

smiling at him, you brushed by him heading towards the front door, turning around to see him still standing in his place. “well come on, we don’t have all day.”

he scurried out after you, heading to open your car door for you, kissing your forehead before you got in.

arriving at the store, you followed behind him as he ambled around in the card aisle, wanting to find the best one he could for his mom.

while browsing around in the magazines, you heard him clear his throat. “hey babe, do you mind to go over and grab some more shampoo for me while we’re here? i’m almost out.”

since you weren’t doing anything but killing waiting on him, you happily obliged, agreeing to meet by the candy in a few minutes.

after grabbing his shampoo and wandering around for a bit, you made your way over to the chocolate, hoping to grab a little something for yourself.

you found jake, card and flowers in hand, staring at the variety of bags lining the shelves.

jake reached up on his toes, grabbing a bag off of one of the top shelves.

“that’s not the kind your mom likes jake.. tell me you didn’t forget that too.”

he chuckled lightly at your teasing, turning to you and extending the bag outward, “no, but it’s your favorite.” he grinned and shrugged his shoulders, “I figured we might as well.”

taking the candy from his extended hand, you nodded, giggling, “why thank you, sir.”

“but of course madam,” he responded, bowing slightly in your direction, earning a bigger laugh from you.

having acquired everything he needed, you both made your way to the check out. as was your usual, you scanned over the ridiculous tabloids set out as jake paid, until he poked your arm, letting you know he was done.

the trip to the store hadn’t taken very long, as jake had promised.

arriving home, you both sat, poking fun at each other over leftovers from the fridge, neither of you caring much to actually cook anything.

finishing up your food, you decided to go take a shower to wind down for the evening, asking jake if he’d be joining you.

though it pained him, he had to decline, telling you he’d put together his mother’s card, candy and flowers while you showered.

as you exited the bathroom, freshly cleaned, wearing a pair of your favorite pajamas, you planned to join jake back in the living room to read together— something you did almost every night.

but you were startled to find him perched up on the edge of your shared bed, fiddling with the hem of his tshirt.

looking past him, you noticed a vase of flowers sitting on your vanity against the wall. you recognized the gorgeous shade of purple from the store earlier, huffing a laugh.

“you’re gonna let me use them as decoration until tomorrow, huh?”

he looked up at you then, following your gaze to the flowers, then looking back to you with a confused smile. “I mean, I can give them to mom if you’d rather, but then she’d be getting two.”

not quite understanding what he meant, you let that comment roll around in your head, slowly drawing the realization that his mom preferred roses, white ones to be exact.

the flowers in front of you were purple.. your favorite.

meeting his gaze you walked over to him, grabbing his face in both of your hands, leaning in to give him a gentle kiss. “are these for me?” you asked, barely pulling back from his face.

“well, yeah..” he grinned at you, moving his hands to rest on your hips. “an early mother’s day gift. you’re not one yet, but i’m thinking of it that way because I just know you’re going to be the best mom ever one day.”

you blushed at his compliments, running your thumb over his cheekbone.

“and I honestly can not wait to see you with our children. ugh, you’re gonna be a fantastic mom. I just know it.”

giggling, you leaned in to kiss him again, mores sincerely this time, “thank you, jake.”

he gave you a devilish grin, “of course… mama. god I cannot wait to call you that.”

you grinned, shaking your head, moving it to his shoulder to wrap your arms around him in a tight hug. “and I can’t wait to be one, with you. I love you.”

he squeezed you tight, slightly rocking your back and forth on your feet. “I love you too. happy mother’s day.”

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jankandjonch · 1 year

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In Charge

happy full moon :)

words: ~2k content warnings: SMUT, pegging, sub!Jake, dom!reader(f), slight degradation, general negative men talk lol

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The click of the front door closing had an excited Jake running into the entrance hallway to greet you.

“Hi baby, I missed you how… was your… day?,” his bright wide smile faded as his words faded out.

He watched you for a few seconds as you stood still, staring at the wall.

“What’s wrong sweetheart? Why do you look so… upset?,” his breath caught before he uttered the last word, seeing the look on your face as you turned to look directly at him.

“You know how much I fucking hate it when men try to tell me how to do my job? When full grown men come into my department and try to run it when they have no goddamn idea what they’re doing? How frustrating it is to have my daily tasks mansplained to me, as if I’m not the one that fucking implemented them into that company?,” you started to saunter towards him, shrugging your coat off your shoulders, thrusting it into his chest.

Your sweet, obedient boy hung it up on it’s proper place on the coat rack immediately, hot on your heels to follow you to the kitchen. He was silent, gnawing on his lip as adrenaline started pumping in his veins, feeling a warm glow in his tummy. He watched your every move, never more than a foot away from you, as you poured a glass of Southern Comfort. Watching you slam the glass back, a drip making it’s way out of the corner of your mouth, his eyes trailing with it all the way down the side of your neck, he swears he can see your heartbeat there. He wants to sink his teeth right in-

“’Tis a shame, Jacob,” you muttered, a hand coming up to scratch at the light scruff on his chin.

“What is, baby?,” his voice was airy and delicate, shaking like a leaf.

“That it’s all going to be taken out on you.”

His voice was nowhere to be found, he felt as though you had taken it right out of his chest. All he could do was nod, his cheeks flushing your favorite shade of cherry pink.

“That playlist I like will be playing. You’ll be fully bare, on the bed, three fingers deep by the time I get there,” you said calmly, pouring another glass. You don’t feel him move away from you, irritating. “Did you hear what I fucking said?”

“Yes. Yes ma’am,” he scurries away then, a smile breaking across his cheeks as soon as he makes it into the bedroom. He loves when you’re like this.

It’s not often, and Jake will happily take you to any capacity he could get, but this is his favorite. To have you angry, not at him, but to use him as your own personal fuck toy. To see you so pretty and flushed with anger as you tighten the strap onto your thighs, to know he is going to be thoroughly fucked. You were the only person he had ever done this with, never feeling secure enough in himself before you. You were happy to oblige to his kinks and preferences, so long as he played fair and gave you what you wanted as well. That’s why this didn’t happen often, you preferred he be in control and fucking you into the mattress. But Jake only wanted to be so good for you.

“You are doing so good for me,” you smirked, leaning against the doorframe of the room. Shit, he didn’t realize he had said it out loud. “So fucking beautiful with your fingers in your ass, baby. Get on your knees and show mama how you work yourself.”

He’s eager to please, quick to respond. Such a good boy.

“Mama, I want- please,” he still gets shy sometimes, how endearing.

“You’re face down on the mattress with the majority of your fist up your ass and you’re too shy to ask me for what you want? What’s wrong with you, Jacob? How incompetent of a man are you? Just like those pricks at corporate, fucking useless,” your words would have hurt his feelings under any other circumstance, but this is part of that sickly dynamic that he loves. He wants you to belittle him, be mean to him, make him hurt and cry.

He hears you rummaging around the drawer, hears the sliding of nylon as you tighten the straps of the harness around yourself.

“I don’t hear you,” you taunt him.

“Want you to spit on… in,” he grunts, his cock twitching and throbbing, ready to cum at just the thought.

“You want me to spit in your hole, honey? You didn’t think I’d go in dry, did you? Would never hurt my pretty girl like that,” you climbed onto the bed, slinking forward on your knees as you hear him whimper at your belittling speak. Your hand reaches forward and finds purchase in his pretty hair, pulling him upward off of the bed to turn his neck to look at you. “There’s my pretty princess.”

“Unnhhh,” his body convulses forward, the only thing keeping him upright is your grip in his hair and it’s a tearing feeling, and it only makes him harder somehow.

“You want it to hurt bad tonight, don’t you, sweet baby?”

“So bad, mama. Don’t wanna walk tomorrow,” his unoccupied hand finds your hip, slithering to the silicone cock standing out from you. Jerking it like it’s real and you can feel it, wanting to show you pleasure too.

You shove him down, his face landing in the pillows and his three fingers slipping out of himself. Leaning forward, you grab handfuls of his ass, kneading the dough-like flesh, spreading him apart to see the red of his rim. Tsking, you lean forward to soothe the skin with a gentle kiss, a brush of your tongue. His hips rut forward into the sheets of the bed, rocking back onto your chin, wanting friction, stimulation, your mouth, your cock, something. Anything.

“Please,” is all you get, it’s muffled and broken, a pant of desperation.

You pull away gently, gathering all the saliva in your mouth, leaning forward and spitting directly onto his hole. He moans, not unlike a girl in a porno. He’s embarrassed by his reaction, nuzzling his face fully into your pillow to hide his face from you, finding comfort in your scent on the fabric under him.

“You don’t get to hide from me, Jacob. Don’t keep those sweet sounds from me. Be the little fucking whore you are and let me hear it,” you landed a swat on the side of his ass, more on his hip than anything. For good measure, leaning down you spit between his cheeks once more before grabbing tightly onto your silicone cock, rubbing it through your saliva. Giving one quick, teasing nudge of the head into his ass just to hear him plead for you.

“Fuck me! Please! Fuck me, mama” he’s desperate, whining, needing it so bad he’s ready to throw you down and ride you.

“You’re telling me what to do?,” your voice is venomous, pulling every inch of your skin away from him, leaving him reeling back to find you again.

“No, please, I didn’t mean to. Didn’t mean it, just want you so bad,” his hands are reaching for you now, his head turned to the side and peering back at you over his shoulder.

“You’re a baby,” you laughed at him. “So fucking desperate. You’re embarrassing, Jacob.”

“I’m your baby. So good for you, you said it yourself, mama. Please, want you so fucking bad,” his hips thrust back at you, feeling the strap on slide up through his crack, catching slightly on his hole causing him to cry out. “I’ll do anything,” it’s a breathless plea, so sweet and desperate.

“Of course you will. You’ll do anything I say because I’m in charge here. I call the fucking shots, and I decide if and only if you get fucked here tonight, Jacob. Don’t you ever speak over me, don’t you ever fucking tell me what to do,” you thrust into him with those words, sending him reeling forward and letting an animalistic noise tear through his throat.

You don’t give him any time to adjust, and he truly doesn’t need it with as intensely aroused as he is. Your hands dig into the flesh of his hips, reaching your fingers around his front to grab into the soft suppleness of his belly. You thrust yourself as deep as you can, slowly. Hard and slow, exactly the opposite of what Jake likes, of what Jake wants. He’s whining, but he knows better than to speak up again, and he’s going to like what you’re kind enough to give him anyway. The way the base of the silicone is gently slamming into your clit is stimulating enough physically, and having such control over Jake is more than mentally stimulating enough, and you find yourself chasing a high you didn’t think would arrive so soon.

“Fuck baby,” you moan out, leaning yourself over his back, wrapping your arms under him and holding his entire torso close to yours. He’s a mess, his head thrashing side to side into the pillow as if he’s shaking his head no at himself, staving off his orgasm, not wanting this to end. “Are you crying?”

Your tone is sweeter than it has been tonight, it shocks him. His head lolling fully to one side to show you the tears rushing down his cheek as he nods his head into the pillow.

“Sweet baby, give it to mama,” you thrust a bit faster, knowing it’s what he wants. He lets out a sob, hands finding yours and tangling his fingers with you.

He ruins the sheets of the bed, cumming more than he has in his life. His mouth is hanging open, moans falling out with every thrust forward you land. Your orgasm is just moments behind his, biting down into his shoulder blade as you groan through it.

He sucks air between his teeth, feeling so sensitive everywhere all at once. You pull your hand from under his body, dragging it up over his side, gently caressing his love handle. Splaying it flat on his lower back, you press a kiss to the back of his neck as you carefully pull the strap out. You move to pull fully away from him to remove the harness but he has a different idea as he tugs on the arm he still has his fingers tangled around, making you collapse back on top of him.

“You’re like the perfect weighted blanket,” he sighs, humming sweetly as he nuzzles his face into the tear stained pillow.

“Yeah? Need a little comfort, sweet boy?,” you kiss across his shoulders, the back of his neck, below his ear. He giggles in response, nodding to answer your question and shimmying his shoulders to get you to relax yourself against him. “You wanna sleep in your own tears and cum, my love?”

“Maybe,” he laughs lightly. “Seems kinda fitting with how nasty we are.”

“Yeah, it does, but c’mon lover boy. I don’t want to deal with getting a UTI, and I’m definitely not dealing with you if you get one. Up and at ‘em,” you pull away from him quickly, not giving him the chance to fight it, and swat at his ass.

He groans, rolling over onto his back as you clamber off the bed, removing the harness from your hips. Coming back to the side of the bed, you run your fingers through his hair, pushing the sweat dampened strands off of his face. He’s smiling, hand resting comfortably on his tummy, looking so sweet and satisfied.

“Why’re you laughing at me?,” he pouts, peaking one eye open up at you.

“Nothing, angel. C’mon. Let’s have a shower,” you wrap your hands around one of his arms, tugging him and helping him out of bed.

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