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BOTTOM JEFF SADECKI X TOP MALE READER

☆' I WANNA FINGER FUCK YOUR MOUTH, BABY '☆

Am I making braces hot? Yes. Yes, I am. I need Jeff x male reader and there's none therefore I am responsible for creating it.

WARNING: oral fixation, throat fucking with fingers, dry humping

FEM ALIGN + MINORS DNI

Jeff gives such 'I had braces for three years' vibes.

He has permanent retainers at the back of both his top and bottom teeth. At first, you didn't know they were there. But during a very heated makeout session, your tongue explores the inside of his mouth.

You pull back once you feel them, confused at the foreign feeling that touch you tongue. Jeff looks at you with the same expression.

He panics thinking he did something wrong. Without much thought you shove your fingers into Jeff's mouth. Much to his embarrassment, a moan slipped out. As deep blush spread across his face, as your fingers pry open his mouth. This was definitely not how Jeff thought your first intimate moments were going to be like.

Jeff felt the embrassment consume him as you searched in his mouth for what seemed like forever. Drool began to pool in the corners of his lips, slowly making it's way down his chin. His cock hardened in his jeans, tenting the tight blue fabric. He mentally cursed his cock for being so interested in your fingers.

God, do I have a oral...what's that word? Fix? Fixation! Yeah, that!

He brushed that thought aside for another time. Hopefully you'll have your fingers in his mouth more than once.

"The fuck's with the metal shit on your teeth?" You ask once you see the wire along the back.

From some reason Jeff's brain didn't put two and two together, now just realizing you felt his retainer.

"Oh, Jesus, f-fuck. Thought I-I did something wrong for a second there." Jeff nervously stammered out, wiping his sweating palms on his shirt. The urge to come in his pants subsidies as the sense embarrassment of enveloped him.

He wasn't sure if it was the embarrassment of his childhood braces or the fact he nearly came untouched during your first shared makeout session.

"I forgot to tell ya I had braces for a bit when I was a kid. Put some shit at the back after they took 'em out. Is...are they weird?"

Before he could get an answer from you, your fingers shove into his mouth once again. Thumbs gently force his mouth open.

Jeff felt the same pleasure as he did before as you pushed your thumbs deeper into his mouth. Tears rolled down his face as he gags on your fingers. He wasn't sure how far his gag reflex went, but right now you were testing his limits.

He was now definitely sure he had some sort of kink. Part if him wanted you to replace your fingers with your cock, fucking his mouth hard and fast as he rutted against your shoes like a dog. He probably would have asked for it if your fingers weren't so deep down his throat.

Jeff's hips bucked into the empty air, trying to get so friction. Seeing this, you put your thigh in between his and immediately Jeff went to town humping your leg.

"Wow, you really like this, huh? Just a fucking slut." You say with a devilish smirk. All Jeff could do was moan around your fingers, taking in all your teasing words

Jeff work himself faster, feeling his legs shaking. He wrapped his thin fingers around your muscler forearm trying to steady himself. He gripped tightly enough to bruise.

Your tongue joins the party, licking alongside your fingers. Jeff felt weird not being able to kiss back, lips still being stretched by your thumbs. It explored every inch of his mouth. Feeling the metal against your tongue was a rush. The retainer added something you couldn't explain.

Maybe you could compare it to like have a tongue piercing. Just having a foreign object felt different and extremely inciting. You licked till the tip of your tongue became raw and started bleeding. Jeff whimpered at the taste of your blood meetinghis tongue.

His breaths were cut short. He gasped for air. Usually that would scare him but right now it was pure pleasure. If you were the one to kill him, he'd be okay with it. His brain was clouded. Everything felt so good.

A choked moan slips out as he cums after one final thrust against your leg. A wet patch stains the front of his tan khaki pants and the leg of your blue jeans. Jeff tries to catch his breath, but had a hard time due to the fact your fingers were still in his mouth.

Still forcing his jaw open, you bring your face closer to Jeff. You spit directly into his mouth. His eyes shot open, realizing what you had done. His mind still dizzy, he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do with your spit mixed with blood in his mouth. You gently take his chin between your spit covered fingers and closed his mouth.

"Swallow, puppy. Your reward for taking my fingers so well."

Without a second thought, Jeff swallows your spit. He looked at you with his innocent eyes and said 'Thank you,' in a quiet whisper.

God, he didn't realize how kinky your first time together was going to be but he was definitely up for it again.

I'm also imaging you have just mind blowing sex. Your both laying in bed, completely exhausted. The poor thing is trying to keep his eyes open. You're just as tired that you're about to fall asleep with your now soften cock still in his ass. Just as you're about to fall asleep, Jeff gives you a tap on the side.

"Y/N? Y/N, get out of me. I gotta put in my retainer."

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mother knows best ; phillip graves x reader x jeff sadecki

summary: mama knows love when she sees one. or three.

warnings: mostly Phil & Jeff’s mom’s POV, mentions of angst (teen!Jeff cheating but not on you, family fights, parents passing away), very tiny allusions to s~mut (minors DNI!), loads of fluff towards the end, Mama Denise is yours and her boys’ number one fan 🩷

a/n: thought I’d use this chance to write this after this ask! this is based on this lil' post! I know Jeff’s mom is named Linda but this is about him and Phil, a.k.a. my mind, so say hello to Mama Denise! pls don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

» interested in more of the series? find it here & here!

Denise Baker has always been a sweet lady. The epitome of a Southern’s hospitality. Married twice, first to a man named Danny Sadecki, then the second being Tom Graves after Danny passed away. They were good people. The best, feeling grateful each day for giving her the best gifts a hopeful mother could ever ask for.

Two amazing boys.

Keeping their last names rather than changing them to her maiden name was instinctive. At a one-year-plus age gap, Phil took after his mother’s Southern twang whereas Jeff followed his stepfather’s general American accent. They grew to be one happy family, and the brothers, despite their differences in interests and personality, would fight tooth and nail for one another.

But since Tom’s passing, the boys have been less lively, and understandably so. No matter how well they hid their sadness behind innocent smiles each time their mother was in the room, she could see right through them. She didn’t know what she did to earn such sweet boys, always attentive to their Mama at a young age, but she had always hoped to see the fire in them return someday.

That was until they met you.

You and Phil were the same age, just beginning middle school with his brother somewhere a little further from the Bakers’ than the town’s high school.

The brothers had been waiting for their mother to pick them up when you slid next to Phil in the waiting chair. It was raining cats and dogs in Wiskayok, so you had to squeeze yourself into the bus stop to avoid getting drenched.

“Sorry,” You squeaked with a guilty smile when your shoulders touched.

Phil was beyond the age of believing in cooties, plus, he and Jeff were a mama’s boy, and she didn’t raise a woman (girl?)-hater.

“S’okay.” His smile was half-hearted, a little miffed that he couldn’t get to the stand in time when it began raining, and at this point, Jeff had noticed your sudden presence. They’ve seen you before, especially Phil. You always sat in front of him in class, mostly seen with full of life and blinding smile with a missing tooth.

“Your mom’s coming late, too?” Phil knew he didn’t have to make the conversation any longer than he’d like, but he had no reason to do that with you. You were so… nice, and yet, so respectful. Always giving him a wave instead of barging into his personal space bubble like a lot of his classmates did.

Plus, his mother was already thirty minutes late, what was there to lose?

“Yeah. My brother and I have been waitin’ for a lil’ while,” He replied with a shrug, pausing for a second before asking, “You?”

“Yeah, same,” You responded, though more lighthearted than he was, kicking your feet as you looked at the road, “It’s okay, though. Mom’s always busy. They’re probably tired. So long I’m not alone here, I’m not scared to wait for my mom.”

There you go, with your smile again. Phil couldn’t help but smile back, it was tiny but you could see the slight quirk of his lips. Jeff, too, found your positivity infectious and had been listening.

He had joined in on the conversation moments after. It was fairly light, with Jeff doing most of the talking, but that didn’t mean Phil wasn’t listening and chiming in once in a while. It wasn’t until fifteen minutes later when Denise came, rushing over to her boys with an umbrella and endless apologies.

You were ready to say goodbye to the two and resume waiting on your own when Denise approached you with a motherly look.

“Hi, darlin,” She crouched in front of you, with Jeff and Phil at a perfect height as they stood under her umbrella, “I’m Denise, Jeffrey and Phillip’s mama. What’s your name?”

You were a lot shyer with her, considering she was an adult, but you trusted her enough with your name since you kinda knew his youngest.

“That’s a beautiful name,” Even with the heavy rain, her soft-spoken voice was hard to miss, “D’you know when y’mama will come pick you up?”

You shook your head, telling her that with your mother working at a busy cafe, it could vary. And like you told the boys, you were alright with waiting rather than daring to walk home since the bus stop was always full. Still, Denise, ever the kind-hearted woman, offered to drive you to your mother’s workplace.

Denise understood that you were wary and good on you for being careful, but to her surprise, Jeff and Phil were nice enough to reassure you. And whether you agreed because of their mother’s gentleness, Jeff’s natural talent to make you feel comfortable with all three of them or even the hint of promise in Phil’s eyes that everything was going to be fine, Denise was glad you did.

Your mother was extremely thankful, even offered to pay for their lunch for their next visit, but Denise refused and with the two becoming fast friends just as you were with Jeff and Phil, the rest was history.

Though, high school was… eventful, to say the least. While the two of you remained close, almost joined at the hip, you and Phil sometimes preferred backing off as Jeff’s popularity grew. Not that Jeff’s behaviour changed with the two of you, he was still the dorky, good-willed boy you knew.

Although you and Phil may have fought a little with Jeff when he told you about his cheating on Jackie with Shauna. He broke up with Jackie soon after, but his decision to stay with Shauna may or may not have affected your friendship. You and his brother weren’t too keen on the idea of their own friend/brother being a cheater after all.

Jeff especially hated it when it rocked what the two of you had. He was dumb enough to think ending up with Shauna or Jackie would make him forget his interest in you, and surprise surprise, it didn’t. The three of you stayed close friends, though he promised never to bring up about Shauna around you or Phil at all.

And then, high school ended.

Phil’s decision to leave town for the Marines was not only the biggest shock to the neighbourhood but especially to his own family. Not that he didn’t have the means to be one, if anything, his mother and brother knew he’d be one of, if not, the best ones out there. He just never expressed his interest in military work at all.

Throughout their years as a family, Mama had never seen the two fight so badly until Jeff discovered that Phil had been considering leaving Wiskayok, leaving their mother after they both finished community college. Though their fall-out didn’t last long, no more than two weeks, especially when their mother expressed her worries and sadness over their rocky relationship.

Plus, Jeff didn’t want what strong bond he had with his brother to end just like that. He cared for his brother too much, and in their moment of vulnerability, he apologized for not doing more in their high school years. When some of his peers saw his little brother as his shadow rather than a person. Phil insisted that he barely cared about them, even flat out said they weren’t necessarily his friends unless it had to do anything with football.

They hugged it out, and Mama was over the moon. Suddenly, the thought of Phil leaving for the military wasn’t as difficult, knowing that her boys were still going to keep in touch, and on a high note, no less.

He spent his last month in Wiskayok with you and your mother with the most mundane of things.

But oh, how Mama’s emotions dipped when you, too, left shortly after your mother passed away.

She couldn’t put it past you for doing so. How could she, when you’ve been nothing but an angel? A one in a million and she’d be damned if she convinced you to stay like a bird in a cage. As much as she and Jeff would love to, insisting that there was something for you in town, but just like with Phil, they didn’t. It was far too selfish of them, and you had so much potential.

And as thankful as Mama was to have Jeff by her side at all times, there was someone else.

Shauna.

Shauna never sat right with her, no matter how far she was ‘willing’ to go to get to know her future mother-in-law better. Though the smile she brought out of Jeff was nowhere near as big or as wholesome as he was with you, there was a hint of guilt for feeling the way she did. Hoping you’d end up with one of her sons.

But she wasn’t the only one thinking as such, but Jeff felt that he had lost his chance when you left.

So, he carried himself again to be a better person, especially when he truly believed Shauna was the one, much to his mother’s disbelief. Hell, she’d seen bigger smiles from him when he was with that Jackie girl before they broke up.

But her boy was insistent.

Maybe, for once, her mother’s intuitions were wrong.

And as the days went by, the possibility of Jeff putting a ring on Shauna grew higher, Mama did her best to accept her as her own. The two were civil at best, and no doubt that was enough for the two.

But the years grew dull for the Sadeckis, and the second Jeff came knocking on his mother’s door at two in the morning, his wife not in sight, she knew she should’ve done more to stop what they had.

It began with petty arguments, with Jeff being the one apologizing to Shauna, despite knowing she was in the wrong or if she began the fight in the first place. Then it became quarrels, something about her nonexistent book club when in reality, she had been meeting up with a man named Adam.

Each time Mama received a call from her eldest, telling her that he and his wife ‘needed space’, she’d cook up a nice meal and make sure his old room was ready with the amenities he needed.

If it weren’t for Jeff’s attempts to calm his mother down, telling her it wasn’t worth the trouble, she would’ve marched down to Shauna’s front door and knocked some sense into her with a rolling pin. How dare she point her finger at Jeff, attempting to invalidate her own faults by saying it was him who cheated first during their years of marriage, thus, giving her the green light to do the same.

Although yes, Jeff has done it once, when he cheated on Jackie, he regretted it. Immensely, especially seeing the disappointment in his mother’s face. Oh, how he apologized to her like he had committed the biggest sin of all, and frankly, he did. And though his mother was dismayed by his dishonesty, she knew when any of her boys truly regretted something.

Boy, never has he wished for things to turn out differently and still, he wanted to work things out, when he tried to show his mother what he saw in Shauna.

And she did, but she didn’t see what she or Jeff hoped she’d saw. The final straw was when his wife—his ex-wife disrespected his mother in her own house. He had given her many chances, forgiving her more times than he could count, but he could not stand for her raising her voice at his beloved mother.

Denise had every right to feel grateful when the divorce happened, but that didn't mean she openly celebrated it in front of her son. But Phil was different, even went as far as having a congratulatory gift sent to their doorstep since he was still on duty. Despite knowing his brother was rolling in dough with his line of work, Jeff couldn’t help but gawk at the gifts, much to his mother’s amusement. A set of cashmere sweaters that probably cost anywhere from half to one grand, complete with a few bottles of fragrances and even one of the finest reds to commemorate the moment. Plus, a personalized rose-gold bracelet for Mama because why wouldn’t he want to spoil her at any given chance?

And though he and his mother did enjoy a few sips after moving back into the Bakers’ house, he couldn’t help but wonder how you were doing.

But he didn’t have to wait for long.

The day you and Phil returned to Wiskayok, standing in front of Mama’s door, she nearly dropped to her knees. Not only has she missed her youngest boy, despite his efforts in calling and texting and visiting in secret each time his deployment ended, but she most certainly missed you, too. It was your first time visiting since the very day you left, after all. Phil didn’t take it to heart when his mother scolded him for not telling her that the two of you were colleagues and maybe were together.

In reality, though, she had a feeling that you were still around. Closer than what you made them believe.

There were days when Phil had a chance to call his mother, and she’d suddenly bring you up. Wondering aloud if you were alright, how life was treating you in God knows where, and somehow, Phil’s confidence in his responses, telling her that he was certain you were doing well, she believed him. Word for word. As if she knew he was with you throughout your journey to find yourself, just like he did.

And she’d be right when the universe reunited you and Phil on the battlefield. When Shadow Company joined forces with 141 and Los Vaqueros, not expecting to find the girl of his dreams amongst the chaos and in those years, you laughed, you smiled, you wept and you released yourself for him and him alone. Finally acknowledging what the two of you were afraid to address as teenagers all those years ago.

Phil couldn’t imagine bringing his walls down for someone other than you and though like with everyone else, he still kept up the proud and almost infuriating act, no one else had the privilege to see the more caring, affectionate side of him except for you.

But Mama wasn't the only one surprised by the revelation.

On the first night of your arrival, Jeff didn't talk much, instead, hanging on to your every word. From the very moment you reached the city alone for the first time, till the very day you carried yourself into your team and reunited with Phil. How you even remembered the gifts you were meaning to give him and their mother in the middle of the conversation. And as the night fell, you insisted on booking a hotel not far from the neighbourhood.

Oh, how Mama has missed the old days when she'd tell you to stay over, making sure to call your mother about your whereabouts. While she wouldn’t dream of replacing your mother, it was understandable how her attentiveness for you has skyrocketed, now that she knew you and his son were coming over much more often.

Still, she had conditions, eyeing Phil with a knowing look before telling him that you’d be staying in the guestroom. Still spick and span for hopeful days like these. Phil's cheeky smile was worth a thousand words, knowing his mother had caught on to what type of little games the two of you played. Her eye-roll was good-natured, even letting out a hearty laugh when she caught the embarrassed look on your face.

Throughout your stay, she saw how your relationship with Phil blossomed, and how the more-than-friendly feelings between you and Jeff were beginning to rekindle. How her sons’ true emotions—their true colours were showing in that same very house as it always did, as if nothing had changed. Mama knew there was something more to the loving looks they’d give you whenever you looked away.

And when she saw the three of you hanging out and sitting close in the backyard patio, watching the stars and laughing over a stupid stunt one of them had done as kids, she knew that you and her boys were going to be A-ok.

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a/n: we love mama denise. ;; gorgeous rose divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

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make it double (headcanons i) ; phillip graves x reader x jeff sadecki

warnings: s~mut (minors DNI!), mentions of injuries, past bullies have NOTHING on the three of you, overall, loads of fluff!

a/n: main fic is still in the works, and just so you know, I've made quite satisfying progress! I love them too much, so have some headcanons as a little gift from me to you! I recommend reading this before continuing, they take place anytime after the main fic! & pls don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

» interested in more of the series? find it here & here!

smut includes: mm4f relationship (no incest), phil & jeff are soft (+ occasionally mean) doms, mentions of phone s~ex, dirty talk,praise kink, unprotected s~ex (p in v), dp; blindfold, cunnilingus, nipple play, spitting & licking, risqué polaroids, aftercare—the whole shebang!

You or Phil refusing to return to Wiskayok without the other. If you have to stay back a day or two to finish your work, Phil is staying too, and vice versa. No question. You'll help each other out, even if only the two of you remain in the office. His office is a dream; overlooking the city at night as you'd chat and banter and make out.

Jeff never forgets to order your favourite milkshake at the town’s diner, whether for takeout or if you're coming over a little later. He doesn't even ask, he just gets it for you.

You and Phil helping out or hanging out with Jeff at his store every once in a while. Jeff doesn't let it happen often, because the business can get pretty slow and he doesn't want to bore you. But when you do stop by, the day passes faster and if it really is just the three of you, you take the opportunity to be freaky in the storeroom.

Phil taking your hands in his and feeling them whenever he's sitting next to you. If they feel particularly dry/rough, he'll instinctively take the travel pack of moisturizer out of your pocket, warm the cream between his palms before rubbing it onto your hands.

Cooking nights! On days when it's Jeff's turn to work the kitchen, you tag along. He trusts you with most of the duties, but nothing more than cutting and preparing the ingredients when it comes to Phil. You don't mind it though, it still gives you all the chances to ogle at their arms whenever they roll up their sleeves.

Phil can cook to some degree, though he’s not as versatile as his brother. And as siblings, they’d argue over the smallest things, though they’re never serious… most of the time. You, on the other hand, find it hilarious, seeing Phil trying to defend himself (“they’re good ‘nough!”) while he goes back and forth with his brother over the pettiest things like poorly chopped veggies (“are you kidding me?!”)

But we can’t not acknowledge Phil’s barbecue skills! From the well-seasoned proteins to the heartiest sides, rest assured, your plates of smokey goodness are in good hands, regardless of your diet!

+ Each time they walk past you from behind, expect them to steal a few kisses; on your lips, shoulder, the nape of your neck, or cheek!

Grocery shopping! Mama knows all of you don't need to go, but she prefers not to separate any of you. Imagine if you're having a hard time picking between two cereals, so you ask the brothers’ opinions. Despite the one-year age gap, they have and use their ‘twin’ telepathy to simultaneously agree on the one they know you'd respond more positively to.

If you know/picked up a new language, please know that the brothers will take advantage of it. Immensely. Phil has already asked you to translate certain words out of the blue, or even documents! He says it’s ‘for work’ but really, he just wants his ears to be blessed by your voice. Say a few sentences and ask him if he’s taking notes or jotting them down instead of listening to you like an audiobook.

Similarly, Jeff buys you novels of the language in question and listens to you just like an audiobook, but in his humble opinion, better. Fret not, he makes sure to read the reviews of the books before buying, so you enjoy reading them just as much as he and his brother do listening to you.

If you return from your latest mission with an injury, then Phil dresses your wounds while Jeff buys you the necessary antibiotics/medicine.

+ Mama makes your favourites and will not listen to your protests. Be careful though; if she finds you doing any heavy-duty activities, be prepared to receive the Southern scolding of a lifetime.

Because Jeff likes to shave off his facial hair completely, whereas Phil prefers to keep his stubble, you have different routines for the two! While they usually take place on different days, if they happen to clash, they play this little game over who gets your attention more. A little peck on your shoulder, and you're turning around to shoot Phil a playful glare. Or a quick touch of the small of your back, and you're playfully swatting Jeff’s hand so his brother wouldn't leave with a bald patch.

They adore each and every pleasurable reaction you display. Still, one of their absolute favourites is when you try to hide yourself by turning your head to the side as one brother eats you out, circling their tongue on your clit. Encouraging you to suffocate them with their hands gripping your legs.

In contrast, the other holds you from behind, licking a stripe between your neck and shoulder, either, growling, making fun of your little moans, or whispering the nastiest words known to man into your ear. Unless you use your safeword, don't even think about running away from their arms.

Putting a blindfold on you and making you guess which brother is sucking on your neck, running their hands down your stomach or even kissing up your leg. Each time you get it wrong, they either tug at your tits, bite down on your neck just a tad harder or slap your inner thigh. Anywhere but your pussy.

Risqué polaroids; a classic mention in my works! Phil already has a few, his favourite is the photo of you sitting on his office chair in nothing more than a lacey lingerie, your face partially covered with your hands and one of Phil’s Rolex watches loosely clasped around your wrist. Because Phil had requested you in such, it was only fair to allow Jeff to decide as well.

So, after weeks of thinking, he opted for you draped in one of his dress shirts, posing with your face half-hidden in a pillow. Like his brother, the sacred polaroid is hidden in the deepest slots of his wallet.

Phil has shown him the other polaroids, too; the kinds that would give their Mama a heart attack if she ever got hold of it. Since then, taking pictures of you has become a thing whenever you fool around behind closed doors.

Jeff sending you videos of him playing with his cock whenever you're out of town the same way Phil does if your deployment requires your team and his to split up. Jeff’s videos usually begin where he’s mid-pumping, head tilting back on the bed while Phil’s is moving his hands up and down ever so slowly as he slurs out your name, looking directly into the camera with an intense stare as beads of cum leak out little by little.

+ Bonus if you spot a polaroid of you in the video/call!

Aftercare with the two is a dream; soft kisses around your body, sweet reassurances and praises in your ear, and more. When one tends to you, the other fetches the necessary, be it damp towels, a refreshing cup of water, or even pillows and blankets.

Even if one has an emergency to attend to, the other will stay and keep you company—God forbid if both sides of you grow cold. Nothing is more valuable than seeing you extra comfortable, even in your most vulnerable state.

Becoming the talk of the town after a few of Mama’s friends shared the time they visited her house and saw photos of the three of you recently framed and decorating the wall/coffee table. Some find it cute, already considering you high school sweethearts despite no explicit confirmations of your relationship. Some despise it, but nobody dares to voice it out unless they want Phil to catch word of it.

Absolutely surprising the familiar faces around town when they actually see you, be it your friends like Crystal, who squealed and pulled you into a hug when you bumped into her, or foes like anyone who pestered and looked down upon you for somehow being close friends with the brothers at the time.

Funnily enough, the boys enjoy the latter just a little more compared to the former since it gives them the chance to show you off. Rub your strength and successes in their face without even doing much other than treating you the way you deserve.

+ Imagine one of those ‘POV you’re at the airport, passing by international students’ videos but the three of you are the ‘snazzy’ (or read: doing something better with your lives) students and the bullies just stand there tearing up in shame BYEEE

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a/n: i love these three + mama so MUCH????? FAWK ;; gorgeous rose divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

MiD taglist ♡ : @unicorngirly1 @teddy2510 @ashableketchup

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see you on thursday ; jeff sadecki x reader

summary: the future starts to seem brighter when Jeff reunites with a familiar face in front of the therapy clinic.

warnings: bits of angst ; infidelity (teen!Jeff, not on reader), Shauna slander (sorry but it’s a habit at this point kdlsjsdl), your issue is unspecified in therapy (besides the plane crash), self-deprecating humour, Jeff's a little ashamed about therapy but you talk him through it. all in all, loads of fluff! 🩷

a/n: based on this ask because who am I to say no to this handsome? can't thank you enough for sharing with me this lil' idea and I hope to see more!! 💋 don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

» fancy reading another Jeff fic? check out the m.list!

'But it was over. It was like a total reset, as if life was finally giving him the chance to be good.' ;

Jeff was the first to see you, and the second he recognized who you are, he immediately turned around, standing awkwardly in hopes that the girl he truly had a good relationship with back in high school didn't see him like this; from a well-off charmer to nothing more than a newly divorced man who has been seeking therapy for a few months or so.

Surely, that wasn’t her, right?

“Jeff?” His stomach flipped, cursing his luck.

“(Y/N), hey,” He mentally facepalmed, embarrassed for eagerly greeting her even before his eyes landed on her, “Surprised to see you here.”

“You're telling me,” You grinned, “You just finished your session today?”

“Yeah… You?”

“Just got here,” You cocked your head in the direction of the entrance, “Running a little late, though. But it’s really nice seeing you. See you around!”

“Yeah, yeah, see you around.” His voice fell to a whisper by the time you entered the building. It all happened so fast, not a second was offered for him to just… digest whatever just happened.

You saw each other again a week later, greeting each other in a rush once again as it was Jeff who was running late to his session. By the time you bumped into each other again the third time, you realized your sessions aligned.

Every Thursday, with Jeff's usually an hour before yours.

You had different therapists, though, with Jeff's specializing in his past mistakes and yours highlighting the uncertainties for your future.

The first month of your reunion was nothing more than a quick chat in the waiting room or by the smoking area outside the clinic, with none of you dared to ask about the other's issue—the immediate sign of trust and comfort.

Mustering the sheer courage to ask you out for coffee at a nearby café was hard, asking a particular question was harder, largely because he wanted to word it right.

“You weren't like, scared?” He approached the topic ever so slowly upon questioning your decision to try therapy.

“I'd be lying if I said I wasn't,” You shrugged, swirling your cup, “Trust me, it took me a while. But I wasn't really getting somewhere, just thinking about it. I mean, having nightmares about being in a plane crash is one thing, who's to say there won't be a crazier, more traumatising thing than that in the future?”

He chuckled—he learned you had a knack for lightening up the mood for a topic you were still recovering from.

But he also wanted to know one more thing. An embarrassing thought, but like you said; he wouldn't be going anywhere if he didn't at least voice it out.

“And you don't think it's a little weird to see me going to one? And me looking like this?” He motioned to himself from head to toe with a quirk of his brow. He didn't mean it in an egotistical way, not by any means. But he'd be lying to both you and himself to say he wanted to flee when he saw you after over a decade.

“To be honest, I was kinda surprised you even recognized me at the centre.” He continued, the corner of his lips quirking half-heartedly.

“Jeff,” You said his name with a chuckle, and boy, was it the sweetest sound he had ever heard, “It’s the 21st century. If anything, I think you’re real brave for…” You motioned your hands around, hoping to find the right words, “Y’know, breaking the norm. Putting your fear and ego aside for potentially positive life-changing advice. And besides, I can’t forget a cute face.”

Oh.

Ever since the bashful look growing on his face as he stared into his drink, you made it a point to compliment him often. Each is as genuine as the last.

“Hey, we're scared of things we might not be aware of. Scared of making mistakes, whether we've done it before or not. But at least we know we're going through some shit. If anything, I'm a little more confident going to therapy, knowing that a familiar face is going there, too,” It was impossible not to mirror the smile on your face, albeit, yours more comforting than his, “We'll get through it. Together.”

You meant it platonically.

He knew that you meant it platonically.

And yet, none of you could help it.

It took a while to make your feelings explicitly known to each other, largely because both of you wanted to be better before taking the big leap.

Your first true date, funnily enough, wasn't at your usual café. Much less of the milky coffee he'd get or the watered-down iced drink you'd opt for. Rather, he brought you to a quaint diner he had frequented during the last few months of his crumbling marriage with Shauna.

“Sorry about your divorce.” Somehow, Shauna became the subject in hand, but not in an awkward way.

“You didn’t even like her.” His tone wasn't accusatory but more so a lighthearted fact, paired with a knowing smile.

“You’re right, I didn’t,” You responded with little to zero regrets, and so was the look on your face, “But you did. Love ain't easy to brush off.”

You were truthful yet considerate, if that made sense.

He knew that someday, the diner would play a big part in his life, even after he became a bachelor. It was one of the places he sought after if the house felt too stuffy, too awkward to be even in the same building as his ex-wife. Too many thoughts about her disloyalty, and soon enough, his own when he was a teen.

He wants to be better. He always has since he and Shauna became a thing, when he became a husband, and he held onto that hope for too long, even when he saw that the relationship was hanging onto a thread.

It was bound to happen. It was karma. It was the universe coming back to bite him in the ass, and he accepted it.

But it was over. It was like a total reset, as if life was finally giving him the chance to be good.

And he will, as he always has for years.

With the weekend rolling around, he didn't have to worry about closing his store in a rush to head over to your place. Not once has he ever come over empty-handed, especially with takeouts that would leave you with leftovers for the morning after.

This time, he found you just about to carry a big box.

“Whoop, whoop, hey. Hang on,” He tried to get your attention, picking up the pace without the risk of dropping the sets of lunch he had bought, “Let me get that for you.”

“I can handle it.” You reassured, hands still holding the box but not lifted just yet.

“Nope. I'm not moving until you put it down.” He was dead set on helping you, standing in the middle of the walkway with a supposedly serious look. Still, you giggled—if he had dog ears, they would've definitely drooped.

You fondly rolled your eyes, “Okay, okay. At least let me hold the food?”

He relented, knowing he couldn't say no with the way you fluttered your lashes at him. He passed the bag of food to you so he could easily carry the box, but not before making a show by puffing his chest to hear your irresistible laugh.

As if that wasn't enough to make his heart flutter, you pressed your lips against his cheek, pulling back with a little ‘smooch’. A flush of embarrassment rose to his cheeks, and before he even realized it, a goofy smile made its way to his face.

“Thank you. One of these days, I'll make it up for your chivalry.”

“I mean,” He was almost too shy to meet your gaze. Almost, “I won't say no to your kisses. They're kinda nice”

He wanted to sound as nonchalant as possible, but he wasn't fooling anybody, and it showed when you playfully pouted.

“Just ‘kinda nice’?”

He huffed in amusement, and he didn't let himself mull over his own doubts when he quickly pecked your cheek, breaking away just as quickly before you could even enjoy his soft lips.

“They're very nice.” He corrected, more confident and relaxed than before.

You weren't certain how long you'd been staring into each other’s eyes before you responded.

“Good, because I enjoy your pretty little kisses, too,” The stiffness in his shoulders had visibly eased. There was no way you could stop yourself from planting another one, this time, tiptoeing to kiss the tip of his nose.

“Plus,” You turned around, heading to the door while speaking over your shoulders, “I have plenty.”

That seemed to have snapped him out of his moment of enjoyment, though the grin that you loved remained. He immediately jogged up to you when you held the door for him.

Only to catch you by surprise by stealing another kiss before casually walking off to your living room with the box.

“I'm putting this on the table!”

You were elated to hear the excitement in his voice. An indication that whatever you and Jeff were having from this moment on…

Was just the beginning.

˚ · . f i n . · ˚

Bonus:

If you're like me who's obsessed with aquariums, then I come bearing an extra!

Though your home was a lot smaller than Jeff’s, be it a one-storey house or a high-rise, it was also full of life. Thoughts and time were made into your decision-making in your decorations, not only to make your sanctuary pleasing to the eye but also, well, a sanctuary. A place where you sought comfort and safety. There has never been a day where he’s greeted with an environment of eerie silence; a funky jazz song played at low volume, random news playing on the TV, or just you humming a tune—an indication of a good day—there’s always a sign in your home that practically said; ‘this house breathes life’.

But after a rare busy day at the furniture store, he comes over at night.

With the extra key you gave him, he opens the door. No TV, no radio, not even a hum. But you did call him over from the living room.

“In here!” Blue light illuminates from said room, and Jeff’s come over long enough to know it wasn’t any of your usual lamps, and paired with the sounds of water continuously running, he had a hunch of what it was.

Still, nothing could’ve prepared for the sight before him.

He has seen your reef tank plenty of times, shallow and at a length that was almost half the size of the room, placed against the wall and away from the window. Granted, he’s only seen during the daytime, so he had never gotten the chance to enjoy the beauty of it at night. Plus, you had talked about how the tank, minus the fish, could survive with light and plankton alone, but you just liked to put some effort into something you loved.

Like today.

The corals and reefs were almost neon under the singular blue light—the only source of light at that moment. The gobies and harlequin shrimps seemed more active than what he was used to, especially with you feeding the ecosystem coral food with a turkey baster. Poised and calculated, no doubt this wasn’t your first rodeo.

“Hey,” You glanced up at him, eyes brighter and lit up under the unnatural light, “I’m almost done. We can eat in a bit if you don’t mind. Turn the TV on, if you want.”

He didn’t. He didn’t even glance at the remote, too focused on the lively set of life, all in the good hands of the person he couldn’t keep his eyes off of, such as now.

“Wanna help me out?” He blinked, too entranced that he didn’t even notice your head tilting up at him, and with a look like that, how could he say no?

He was extra careful, dipping the end of the baster close to a coral, the palythoas, only to express his amazement as the mouths began to close, capturing its food the way Venus flytraps would. The gobies, too, approached little by little, eager to be fed by the gentle stranger. You were glad that you weren’t even halfway into the feeding before he arrived, enjoying how happy he was to do honours.

The small space between the two of you grew little by little before there was none. Shoulder to shoulder before the two of you practically stayed glued to one another, watching over the ecosystem and pointing at almost anything and everything that was remotely happening in the tank. None of you were even sure when Jeff had his arms wrapped around you after they were all well-fed, but what both of you did know was that you stayed in each other’s arms for a long time.

a/n: they are so fucking cute together that I hate them.

a/n ii: don't let this puppy dog-eyed man fool you. you know damn well he's a freak in bed. we've seen it ;; gorgeous rose divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

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