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Bruises // Jake Seresin

Summary: After a mission goes south, Jake finds himself captured by insurgents that show no remorse. But what’s worse than knowing he failed his mission? Knowing that the Weapons Systems Officer who trusted him to bring her home safe was in the same cell as him. Collecting bruises that match his own.

Mini Series Warnings: Heavy themes of violence, sexual assault, torture. 18+ content. Minors DNI. Mature themes. Being held in captivity. Hostage style situation. Main character death! Whump, Angst. Conversations that discuss antisocial & antisemitism views.

Author Note: THIS SERIES IS CONFRONTING, FICTIONAL, AND DEPICTS IMAGES OF TORTURE. DO NOT READ PAST THIS POINT IF YOU BELIEVE THAT THIS SERIES WILL BE DETRIMENTAL TO YOUR MENTAL STABILITY. CURATE YOUR OWN TIMELINE.

Chapter One: [Happily Ever Afters Don’t Exist] A certain naval aviator shows up on your front doorstep right on cue. Because when the nightmares are too hard to handle on their own? You and Jake find solace in one another’s presence. (2.5k ) (Out Now)

Chapter Two: [Tactile Takedown] When a missile is headed right for Roosters F-18, Jake makes a decision that could end up costing you your life. (4.4k) (Out Now)

Chapter Three: [In The Arms Of The Enemy] Both you and Jake come face to face with the man you only know as ‘The Commander’ who you soon find out has very little patience for bullshit. (4.6k) (Out Now)

Hotshot: The moments before you were brought into your cell & the memory that haunted Jake Seresins mind. (1.3k )

Chapter Four: [Men & Their Many Masks] You and Jake find yourselves alone in his cell for what feels like a week. Passing the time with mundane conversations. But when The Commander and his fellow officers finally come back? Things take a turn for the worst. (5.3k) (Out Now)

Chapter Five: [Emerald City:] *** You’re forced against your will by three insurgents all the while Jake helplessly watches on. In return? He’s given a gift made only for the broken hearted. (4.8k) (Out Now)

Chapter Six: [Ninety in Five] *** Hours, Days, Weeks, Months. Just how long have you and Jake been enduring the horrific torture at the hands of a Rogue Nations Commander. (5.4k) (Out Now)

Chapter Seven: [War Wounds in the Ward] When help finally arrives, Jake believes it may be too late. The extent of both your injuries are finally revealed and the both you come face to face with the reality of just how long you’d been held in captivity for. (7.4k) (Out Now)

Chapter Eight: [The Platform] When Jake wakes up beside you after seeking refuge in your company, he’s forced to face a nightmare he thought would only ever exist in his mind. (1.6k) (Out Now)

Epilogue: [Before, During & Never After] There one place Jake Seresin knows where to find you after he’s woken by a startling bark. (1.6k) (Out Now)

Concepts / Blurbs.

-> [Don’t Wanna Miss My Stop] Jake Overdoses

-> [Don’t Blame Me] Jake doesn’t blame himself for how you died. He blames himself for why you died.

-> [Protect Thy Saviour] When Jake and Hollywood are enjoying a fire in the comfort and silence of Jake’s courtyard, Hollywood reminds Jake that nothing was ever his fault.

-> [The Hills Have Eyes] Jakes mind plagues him with haunting memories at your funeral. Bradley is forced to come to terms with the fact he'll be Jake Seresins metaphorical punching bag for the rest of his life.

Status: Complete

Life After Death Spin off Series

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Good Girl

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Summary: Jake Seresin is used to being in control in the air, on the ground, and everywhere in between. Unfortunately for him, you are his girl and you have a habit of testing that control. One night at The Hard Deck you push just a little too far, and Jake decides it’s time to remind you exactly who you’re dealing with.

Warnings: Reader discretion advised. This is a graphic work intended for mature audiences only (18+). This fic contains explicit sexual content including but not limited to: Brat & Brat Tamer Dynamic. Impact Play/Spanking. Oral Sex (male receiving). Fingering. Overstimulation. Unprotected vaginal sex. Sorry if I missed anything but I think that’s all.

Word Count: ~4,800

Jake Seresin never looked more himself than when he was out of uniform and off the clock, arms and attention thrown wide as if he could embrace the whole world, if the world would just let him. Tonight his shirt was already half unbuttoned with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, veiny forearms on full display. 

He navigated the Hard Deck as if he’d built the place from the ground up, and maybe in a way he had: every time he walked through the door, the room recalibrated around him.

He kept you close, your hand swallowed in his as he navigated through the crowd. Every time someone called out to him, he gave your hand a subtle squeeze. 

“You’re showing off,” you shouted over the Aerosmith song playing through the crowd.

Jake glanced back at you  and just flashed you a smirk before continuing on. As you followed him through the crowd you looked around, spotting the usuals. Rooster was at the pool table playing a game of 9-Ball with Phoenix. Bob was perched on his stool nearby sipping a ginger ale and snacking on his cup of peanuts.

Jake threaded you through the press of bodies and settled at your usual table next to Bob, never once breaking contact. If there was one thing he knew how to do, it was make you feel like the only person in a room full of people desperate to be seen. 

He let his hand linger as he sat, just a little too high on your thigh to be innocent. You shot him a look, but he just arched an eyebrow.

He ordered a round from one of the college kids Penny had hired as a waitress to help out with the summer crowds before you could say a word. Another round of pilots had arrived at Top Gun for the summer and The Hard Deck would be busier than normal for the next several weeks while they were here.

The waitress returned a few minutes later, setting a bottle down in front of you. Jake watched as you picked it up and brought the rim to your lips. You felt the head of his gaze as you to the first gulp.

“You’re starin’, sweetheart.” He drawled, voice pitched just for you.

“Only thing here worth looking at,” you shot back, louder than you meant. 

Bob snorted into his drink, and even Phoenix cracked a smile. 

Jake just shook his head and leaned closer. “Careful. Keep talking like that and I’ll think you want something from me.”

“Who says I don’t?”

Jake tipped his head, appraising you. You could feel the tension in him, a restless itch just under the surface. You took another slow sip, eyes on him the whole time, and watched his fingers drum an uneven pattern against your knee.

After that you played innocent for a while. You talked to Bob about how his wife was doing, and bugged him for the hundredth time to bring her around sometime. Meanwhile Jake took Rooster’s place after he’d lost handily to Phoenix.

A few rounds into the game, Jake was holding court over something stupid Rooster had done in the hangar. You let him talk, but waited for your moment.

“Like you’ve never fucked up a landing before?” 

It landed exactly like you wanted. Rooster laughed so hard he nearly choked, Bob snorted into his can of Canada Dry, and Jake’s eyes cut to you in a razor thin sliver of warning.

You watched the way his jaw tightened almost imperceptibly before he caught himself. The grin didn't falter, but something behind his eyes went very still, very focused. He turned fully then, crowd be damned, and stepped close enough that you could smell the leather of his jacket and something underneath, something warm and distinctly him. His thumb traced a slow circle across your knuckles, proprietary and deliberate.

"That so?" He asked, mild as summer thunder, and something in his tone made your breath hitch. He lifted your joined hands, pressed a kiss to your knuckles that was half reverence, half challenge. "Funny. Don't recall you minding my landings at oh-dark-thirty last Tuesday. Or the Tuesday before that." His eyes held yours, dark and dancing. "Seemed pretty satisfied with my technique then." 

You felt the heat crawl up your neck, but you refused to let it show. Instead, you leaned into him, your knee pressing against his under the table, and smiled slow and wicked.

"Tuesday," you said, like you were considering it. "Was that the one where you couldn't stop talking about your 'flight data' for twenty minutes after? Or the one where you fell asleep with your face in my-"

"Alright," Jake cut in, but he was laughing, that low, helpless sound you rarely heard. He caught your hand, lacing his fingers through yours tight enough to mean it. "You win."

"Do I?"

"For now." He brought your knuckles to his mouth, pressed a kiss there that lingered too long for public. "But I'm keeping score, darlin'. And you're racking up quite a debt."

You reached for Jake’s bottle before he could, twisting it from his fingers with a practiced ease. He let you, but the smile that spread across his mouth was all teeth. 

“You’re playing with fire, darlin’,” he said, voice soft as velvet.

“Maybe I like the burn,” you fired back, and this time Phoenix didn’t bother hiding her grin. She looked at Rooster, then at you, like she was betting on how long until someone broke.

Jake rolled his shoulders as he brought his arm around you, resting his fingers at the curve of your neck. 

“So what you’re telling me,” Jake said as he leaned in closer, “is that I have to keep you in line?”

“I’d like to see you try,” you replied

You let the silence ride for a minute, then cut through it by slumping into Jake’s side, cheek resting against the point of his shoulder. He went tense for a second, then relaxed, exhaling a laugh against the top of your head.

“Hangman’s got a soft spot,” Phoenix chirped. “Who knew?”

“Don’t go spreading rumors like that,” Jake shot back, but he never moved you away. If anything, he tugged you closer.

After that it turned into a contest: who could escalate, who could hold out the longest. You stole his fries, fed him one just to see if he’d bite your fingers. He did, gently, and then sucked the salt from your thumb with a look that should have been illegal.

Phoenix watched it all, hiding her face behind her glass, but her shoulders shook with laughter. Rooster looked at Bob, then at Jake, then at you, like he was counting down to zero.

It was just before closing when you made your play. Rooster was recounting some old war story, half the table bored, the other half buzzed from too many rounds. You ducked your head, leaned close enough to Jake’s ear that no one else could hear, and whispered, “Maybe if you were as good in the air as you are at running your mouth, they’d rename the whole program after you.”

His hand stopped moving. Just for a second. The smallest beat, but you caught it, the way he froze and then reset. He looked at you, real slow, like he was recalibrating his whole opinion of the evening. Then he leaned in, close enough that you felt the scrape of his stubble at your cheek.

“Careful, darlin’,” he murmured. This time it wasn’t a joke. His voice was a full octave lower, all steel and expectation. “You keep testing me like that, I’m not gonna be responsible for what happens.”

You grinned, teeth flashing. “Promise?”

He looked at you for a long moment, jaw set. Then, slowly, he smiled. “You got it coming, sweetheart.”

You hoped so.

You were going to let it go from there. You could tell Jake was just the right level of worked up to give you a good fuck later when you got home. But then Rooster handed you the perfect opportunity to push just one more button, and you couldn’t help yourself.

“Y’know,” you said, tilting your head, “I’ve heard a lot about Hangman’s legendary stamina. But honestly, all I’m seeing tonight is talk.”

The words landed with a thud. Rooster let out a low whistle. Bob’s brows hit his hairline. Phoenix grinned so hard she looked like she might choke.

You kept your eyes on Jake. You watched the way his expression didn’t so much as twitch, except for a tiny pulse along the line of his jaw. You could tell, though, that you’d hit something vital. Maybe not a nerve, but close. You bit down on your smile, waiting for him to come back at you, maybe with a one liner or some lazy threat.

He didn’t say anything. He just looked at you for a long, silent moment, and then he stood. The suddenness made your chair squeak against the floor. His hand slipped behind you, not rough, not soft, just sure, and slid into the back pocket of your jeans. He tugged you upward, slow and steady, until you had to rise with him or get hauled up like a sack.

He bent his head, lips grazing your ear, and said, “Go get in the truck.”

It wasn’t a suggestion, and it sure as hell wasn’t a joke.

You blinked, not sure what you’d expected, but it wasn’t this. Maybe you’d thought he’d laugh it off, maybe you thought you’d keep sparring until you ran out of steam, but the finality in his tone made you shiver in your bones.

And then, right there, in front of all of them, Jake gave your ass a firm smack. Not playful. Not gentle. Just a warning shot across the bow. You stifled a squeak and shot him a look, but he was already looking down at you, steady as the North Star. Entirely in control.

“C’mon, darlin’,” Jake said, still close enough that only you could hear the heat in his voice.

You were on your feet before your brain caught up with your body, the line between game and reality burning up in the aftershocks of his handprint. You made yourself walk slow, even as your heart beat at Mach one. You didn’t look back. You didn’t have to, you could feel Jake’s eyes following you all the way to the door.

Outside, the night was ocean-black and the air tasted like rain. You wrapped your arms around yourself, partly for warmth, partly to hold together the thrill leaking out at the edges. The lights in the bar flickered gold and blue through the windows, but you stood just out of range, feeling the world get very quiet.

You could see Jake through the glass, still at the table, like nothing had happened. He smiled at something Rooster said, tossed a couple bills on the table for yours drinks, and finished his beer in one long pull. 

King of composure, even with the room watching.

You waited by the truck, hands in your pockets, watching the oil shimmer on the blacktop. Your whole body buzzed, not from the drinks, but from the leftover adrenaline of pushing a man built for boundary lines right over one.

He didn’t say anything at first, just unlocked the door and nodded at you. You climbed in, tried not to smile too hard as you settled into the leather seat. He got in, started the engine, and let the rumble fill the silence between you. You felt his hand brush your thigh, but this time it was just a tap. Small, controlled, but a clear reminder.

Jake just stared straight ahead, profile clean as a knife blade in the streetlights. You realized then: you’d started the game, but he’d already planned the end.

The drive back was nothing like they normally were. Usually Jake’s hand was on your thigh, his thumb idly circling just above the seam of your jeans. He’d casually crank the radio up and harmonize badly to whatever was on. Sometimes he’d take the long way home, windows down, letting the wind and the engine noise fill up the spaces where words weren’t needed.

Tonight, though, Jake was all silence. He put the truck in gear, eyes forward, and the only sounds were the hum of tires on asphalt. He didn’t look at you. He didn’t touch you. His knuckles ghosted the shifter, light and controlled.

You shifted in your seat, searching for a foothold, but he offered nothing. Even the radio was turned down to a whisper, some old country song flickering in and out like static. You tried to catch his gaze at a red light, but he didn’t give you the satisfaction. Just flicked the turn signal, waited for green, and rolled on.

You wondered, as the lights of the base bled past in a blur, if you’d pushed him too far.

Jake pulled into the driveway, killed the headlights, and let the engine idle for a few heartbeats before shutting it off.

He didn’t move right away. Just sat there, fingers drumming a slow, thoughtful rhythm on the wheel. 

Finally, he said, without looking over, “Ready?”

You nodded. Your voice, when it came, was thin. “Yeah.”

He got out, boots crunching on the driveway, and you followed, legs a little unsteady. Jake didn’t touch you. He didn’t need to. The space between you crackled, sulfur and static, a live wire waiting to ground.

You didn’t dare look over your shoulder as Jake moved behind you, but you heard the measured steps: the hollow knock of boots against the old tile, the faint rasp of his jacket as he hung it on the hook. You kept your eyes on the kitchen counter, the swirl in the cheap laminate suddenly fascinating. The air in the house was warm and still, no fan running, just the ache of your heartbeat pulsing in your ears.

In three silent strides, he was behind you. One hand gripped your hip, fingers spread and possessive, and the other slid up the nape of your neck, into your hair. His palm was rough from years of flight controls and gym pull-ups. He used it to tip your head back until your spine arched and your eyes found his.

Jake’s pupils were blown wide, but his smile was calm. “You thought you were real cute tonight, didn’t you?”

You felt the blush start at your jaw and spread, slow as lava. You bit down on your lower lip, teeth scraping skin. It wasn’t that you couldn’t talk, it was that you knew exactly what would happen if you did.

He chuckled, close-mouthed and dangerous. “Not so mouthy now, huh?”

You shook your head, just once. He loosened his hold on your hair, but didn’t let go. He let his fingers drift down to your chin, guiding your face so you couldn’t look away. 

“I think it’s time you learned a little lesson about consequences.”

The word landed like a promise, and your knees nearly buckled.

Jake took a step back, dropping his hand, and glanced at the hallway. “Bedroom. Now.”

You didn’t run, but you didn’t dawdle either. The house was small enough that the ten second walk to the bedroom felt like a walk of shame, every inch of you aware of the heat in your cheeks and the thrum between your thighs. 

You stood beside the bed, hands at your sides, trying to pretend your heart wasn’t about to batter itself loose from your chest.

You heard Jake in the bathroom, washing his hands, humming a song you half-recognized from the bar. He took his time. When he finally came into the room, he stood in the doorway for a long, silent moment. Just watching.

“You know what to do.”

You slid your shirt over your head, folded it and set it on the chair like you’d been taught. Your jeans followed, denim slithering down your legs, and you left them pooled at your feet. You shivered in the sudden coolness, left in just your black bra and panties.

Jake crossed the room, slow and deliberate, and let his hand rest at your hip. He leaned in, lips brushing your ear, and whispered, “You look nervous. Are you nervous?”

You nodded, swallowing hard.

He smiled, a genuine one this time, and ran his thumb along the waistband of your panties. “Good. That means you know you’ve got it coming.”

With no warning, he smacked your ass. Once, hard. The sound cracked in the small room and you jumped, more out of shock than pain. He squeezed, then did it again, the second one lower, softer. You yelped, heat blooming beneath his palm.

“Hands on the bed,” Jake said, voice suddenly all command.

You bent, palms pressed to the duvet, ass up and thighs already trembling. You heard him step back, then the sting of his hand again. Three, four, five sharp slaps, each one just a little different: sometimes cupping, sometimes open, sometimes a flick at the end that made you gasp. He never missed, never lost the rhythm. Sometimes he’d wait, a beat or two, just to make you wonder when the next one would land. The pain was real, but so was the pleasure. You arched your back, grinding into his hand on reflex, and you heard him laugh.

“Look at you,” he drawled, “already making a mess of yourself.

He paused then, letting his palm smooth over the red heat of your skin, and you moaned at the relief.

“You gonna be good now?” He asked, low and close.

You whispered, “Yes.”

Jake ran his hand down the backs of your thighs, kneading the tender flesh, then hooked his finger in your waistband and tugged. 

“Take ‘em off,” he said.

You did, trembling as the fabric slid down. Your skin burned where his hand had left its mark. 

He stepped away again, and for a second you thought maybe that was it, maybe he was done. But you knew better. Jake never quit a job half-finished.

He dragged two fingers down your spine, then up, then back down, slow and steady. “You know why I’m doing this, right?”

You hesitated, then nodded. “Because I was a brat.”

He chuckled, “Smart girl.” 

Then another smack, this one less about pain and more about ownership. You felt every nerve ending light up.

You heard the clink of his belt, the slide of a zipper, and knew what was coming next. You knelt between his knees until you were eye level with the soft trail of hair that disappeared beneath the band. You hooked your fingers into the waistband and pulled his jeans down past his hips. His boxer briefs barely contained him, and when you pressed your palm against the bulge, Jake groaned low and needy. You looked up at him, waiting for a nod, and when he gave it, you freed him with a careful, reverent touch.

His cock was thick, flushed, already leaking at the tip. You wrapped your hand around the base, marveling at how he filled your grip, and stroked him once, slow and teasing. Jake’s hand found your hair, fingers threading through, but he didn’t push, just held you there, letting you go at your own pace.

You started slow, licking up the shaft, then swirling your tongue around the crown. You looked up at him, eyes wide, waiting for the command.

“Take it, baby,” he said, voice rough, and you did.

You loved the way Jake lost his composure when you sucked him. He went from cocky to silent in half a second, every muscle drawn tight, every ounce of focus on the way your mouth stretched around him. You set a pace, bobbing slow, then fast, then slow again, your hand working what your mouth couldn’t reach.

Jake watched you, eyes burning, one hand threading through your hair, just guiding, like he wanted to keep you there forever. 

“God damn,” he groaned. “Look at you.”

You hollowed your cheeks, taking him deeper, feeling the weight and heat at the back of your throat. He thrust gently, never too much, but enough to remind you who was in charge.

“Good girl,” he said again, and this time you moaned around him, the vibration making him curse. You squeezed your thighs together, aching with need, but you kept your focus on Jake, on the way he looked at you like you were a miracle.

You had him right there, right on the edge, could feel it in the way his thighs trembled beneath your palms, the way his breath came ragged and desperate. 

But Jake never let you finish him like this, not when he could have more. His grip shifted from your hair to your shoulders, pulling you up his body with a strength that made your head spin. He kissed you messy and deep, tasting himself on your tongue, then guided you until you were sprawled across the mattress. 

He shifted, settling back against the pillows, and drew you up with him, guiding your knees to straddle his hips. His cock strained against your stomach, hot and insistent, and he looked up at you with dark, hungry eyes. 

"Ride me," he said. "Want to watch you." 

He stroked himself, slow and steady, then watched as you lined up and sank down, inch by inch, until you were full of him.

You gasped at the stretch, the shock of how good it felt, how right. Jake held you steady, rocking you gently as you adjusted. 

“That’s it, baby girl,” he murmured, “just like that. You’re so perfect.”

He let you set the rhythm, at first. Soft rises and falls, rolling your hips until you found the angle that made you clench around him. Jake’s breath stuttered every time you moved, and his hands roamed your body, up and down, pausing to cup your breasts.

You rode him, slow at first, then faster, chasing the pleasure that built with every glide. Jake never stopped praising you, telling you how beautiful you were, how good you felt, how proud he was.

“God, you’re amazing,” he said, voice hoarse. “Take what you need, sweetheart. I got you.”

You lost yourself in the motion, in the way your bodies fit together, in the electricity that crackled up your spine every time you bottomed out. Jake’s hands left smudges on your hips, and when you leaned forward to kiss him, he bit your lower lip, just enough to make you whimper.

When you came, it hit you all at once. A burst of white heat that made your vision blur. Jake held you tight through it, coaxing you to ride it out, fucking up into you just enough to make it last.

You collapsed against his chest, boneless and sweating, and he just held you, stroking your back and murmuring, “Good girl. That’s my girl. You did so fucking good.”

The room smelled of sex and sweat, the sheets tangled beneath you like a nest of vines. You were still trembling, your body humming with the aftershocks of what Jake had just wrung from you. His hands were on your hips, warm and possessive, and before you could catch your breath, he was flipping you onto your stomach with a single, effortless motion. The world tilted, your cheek pressing into the cotton sheets as he arranged you exactly how he wanted: head down, ass up, your thighs spread just enough to make you feel exposed.

You whimpered, the sound muffled by the pillow, but Jake heard it. His fingers traced the curve of your spine, before dipping lower to spread you open. You could feel his gaze on you, heavy and hungry, and the vulnerability of the position made your pulse spike. 

"Fuck," he murmured, voice rough with approval. "Look at you. So pretty like this."

A pillow appeared beneath your hips, lifting you higher, angling you just right. You gasped as the shift in position made your oversensitive nerves flare to life. Jake’s hands were everywhere: skimming your thighs, squeezing your ass, teasing the wetness still dripping from you. 

"So wet for me," he said, and there was something darkly satisfied in his tone. "Even after all that. You’re gonna be the death of me, sweetheart."

You tried to push back against him, to find some friction, some relief, but his palm landed on the small of your back, holding you down. 

"Uh-uh," he chided, fingers sliding through your folds with maddening slowness. "You don’t get to rush this. I wanna take my time with you." His touch was light, almost teasing, and you whined, your hips twitching in frustration. 

"Jake—"

"Shhh." His fingers pressed inside you, just the tips at first, then deeper, stretching you open with a slow, relentless rhythm. You clenched around him, your breath hitching as he curled them just right, hitting that spot that made your vision blur. 

"That’s it," he murmured, voice dripping with Southern charm. "Take it like a good girl. Let me hear you."

You couldn’t help it. The sounds spilled out of you. Whimpers, gasps, and broken pleas, each one rewarded with a deeper thrust, a firmer touch. Jake’s free hand slid up your spine, tangling in your hair and pulling just enough to make your scalp tingle. 

"You like that, don’t you?" He growled, fingers working you faster. "Like being used. Like being mine."

You nodded, your cheek rubbing against the sheets, your body arching into his touch. 

"Yes," you breathed, the word barely audible. "Yours."

Jake’s laugh was low and dark. "Damn right you are." His fingers twisted inside you, and you cried out, your thighs shaking as the pleasure coiled tighter, tighter. "Jake, I can’t—"

"You can," he said, voice firm. "One more for me, sweetheart. Give it to me." 

His thumb found your clit, circling with just enough pressure to send you spiraling. You came with a broken sob, your body clenching around his fingers as wave after wave of sensation crashed over you. Jake didn’t stop and didn’t slow down. He worked you through it, drawing out every last tremor until you were boneless, trembling beneath him.

When he finally pulled his fingers free, you whimpered at the loss, but then his weight was shifting. He wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked himself, using your wetness like lube.

Then his cock pressed against your entrance, hot and heavy, and you moaned as he pushed inside, inch by slow inch. The angle was deeper like this, sharper, and you gasped as he bottomed out, your body stretching to accommodate him. 

"Fuck," Jake groaned, his breath hot against your ear. "You feel so good."

He started to move, slow at first, letting you adjust, but then faster, harder, his hips snapping against yours with a rhythm that made your toes curl. His hands gripped your hips, fingers digging into your skin as he fucked you, each thrust sending sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine. 

"You take me so well," he growled, voice rough with need. "Like you were made for this. Made for me."

You could only whimper in response, your body too overwhelmed to form words. Jake’s hand slid up your back, pressing between your shoulder blades to keep you pinned, and the dominance of the gesture sent a fresh wave of heat through you. 

"That’s it," he murmured, his voice a dark purr. "Let me hear you. Let me hear how good I make you feel."

You obeyed, your cries filling the room as he fucked you harder, deeper, his cock hitting that spot inside you that made your vision blur. "Jake. Jake, please–"

"Please what?" He demanded, his voice a growl. "Tell me what you need."

"You," you gasped. "Just you. Always you."

Jake’s laugh was dark, triumphant. 

"Damn right." His hand slid around your hip, fingers finding your clit, and you cried out as he rubbed you in tight, relentless circles. "Come for me again, sweetheart. Show me how much you love this. Show me how much you love me fucking you like this."

The words sent you over the edge. You came with a broken scream, your body clenching around him as pleasure ripped through you. Jake followed with a groan, his cock pulsing inside you as he spilled himself deep, his hands gripping you tight enough to leave marks.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of your ragged breathing, the weight of Jake’s body pressing you into the mattress. 

Then he shifted, rolling onto his side and pulling you with him, his arms wrapping around you like a cage. His lips found your shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to your skin. 

"Gonna fuck the brat right out of you," he murmured, voice rough with satisfaction. "Every damn day if I have to."

You shivered, your body still humming with the aftershocks of what he’d done to you. 

"Promise?" You whispered.

Jake’s laugh was a dark, delicious thing. 

"Oh, sweetheart," he said, his voice a promise all its own. "You have no idea."

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[elliekayfiction]

Well I tried to post and tumblr decided that was a no go so let's try this again!

These are all of my currently ACTIVE fics on Wattpad!

Below are the links and covers to each! If you like what I'm writing I would greatly appreciate a reblog, comment, vote, etc!

If you'd like to be added to my taglist also, shoot me a dm and let me know!

Thanks for reading y'all!

Taglist: @dizzybee03 @djs8891 @bykaitlynann @khouse712 @barnesboo1967 @kmc1989 @fantasyfootballchampion @kaleysbookshelf @rootedinrevisions @cowgirlstateofmind89 @teacupsandtopgun @sunnysidevans @theghostinthelibrary @harmonic-tempest @tgmreader @simplypaisleyjane @fanficmom94 @lunatygerqueen @abbysglenera @laurenwren91

"I love you, but this won't work long term. You deserve better than some bounty hunter who barely has a credit to his name. I'm not some pro

Three couples. Three different stage of life. One road trip to make or break them.

War is coming. It's inevitable. When three hearts collide at sea, none will come out of the battle unscathed. Is there anything they can do

Imagine getting everything you've ever wanted?

[elliekayfiction]

Below the cut is my info and links to my Wattpad!

ALL OF MY FICS ARE EXPLICIT/18+/MDNI!

Hi y'all!

These are works of fiction and I own nothing but my original characters and original ideas, everything else is obviously not mine! Also none of my shit is intensively beta read so there may be mistakes here and there so for that I apologize.

Simply click on the link and it will bring you to my account on Wattpad. I will not be posting on Tumblr or A03 any longer as unfortunately there have been some issues with people copying my work. Since Wattpad doesn't allow copy and paste that makes it a bit harder to duplicate (Not impossible but harder) so all of my content will be there from now on.

PLEASE GO ON OVER TO WATTPAD TO READ MY FICS. I'd really appreciate the support there 🙏 ❤️

I do not consent to have my work reposted anywhere else without my consent. Please let me know if they are somewhere else! I also do not consent to having my work fed through AI.

ALSO...DON'T COPY MY SHIT. THANKS.

All of my graphics are made with Canva, and pictures from Pinterest, and some gifs by @kaizsche (the GOAT gif maker)

I do no take requests, nor is my ask box open for rude anons. If you'd like to chat or drop me a line, feel free to DM me or add me on discord under the same username.

Ellie Kay (@elliekayfiction)

On Tumblr, AO3 under the same username, echoingbirdsofprey 💙 21 Works, 12 Reading Lists, 95 Followers

[voyage-of-the-porn-spreader]

tgis is so fucking funny to me. they accidentally Rock Lee'd a retired racehorse

[voyage-of-the-porn-spreader]

imagine youre a fat horse and your new neighbour is a personal trainer

[voyage-of-the-porn-spreader]

horse that reads Marcus Aurelius

[voyage-of-the-porn-spreader]

I was wrong. they didnt rock lee him. this horse is literally Gai. and i wish he was my dad

[elliekayslibrary]

Okay but I love this 🥰🥰🥰

[voyage-of-the-porn-spreader]

tgis is so fucking funny to me. they accidentally Rock Lee'd a retired racehorse

[voyage-of-the-porn-spreader]

imagine youre a fat horse and your new neighbour is a personal trainer

[voyage-of-the-porn-spreader]

horse that reads Marcus Aurelius

[voyage-of-the-porn-spreader]

I was wrong. they didnt rock lee him. this horse is literally Gai. and i wish he was my dad

[elliekayslibrary]

Okay but I love this 🥰🥰🥰

[saradika-graphics]

themes for your tumblr blog

AESTHETIC

— dark academia

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COLORS

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— blue | additional dividers

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FANDOM

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[saradika-graphics]

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[elliekayfiction]

Well I tried to post and tumblr decided that was a no go so let's try this again!

These are all of my currently ACTIVE fics on Wattpad!

Below are the links and covers to each! If you like what I'm writing I would greatly appreciate a reblog, comment, vote, etc!

If you'd like to be added to my taglist also, shoot me a dm and let me know!

Thanks for reading y'all!

Taglist: @dizzybee03 @djs8891 @bykaitlynann @khouse712 @barnesboo1967 @kmc1989 @fantasyfootballchampion @kaleysbookshelf @rootedinrevisions @cowgirlstateofmind89 @teacupsandtopgun @sunnysidevans @theghostinthelibrary @harmonic-tempest @tgmreader @simplypaisleyjane @fanficmom94 @lunatygerqueen @abbysglenera @laurenwren91

"I love you, but this won't work long term. You deserve better than some bounty hunter who barely has a credit to his name. I'm not some pro

Three couples. Three different stage of life. One road trip to make or break them.

"I can find you when the sun sets, where you're furthest from the light. I will follow you forever, like a creature in the black night." The

War is coming. It's inevitable. When three hearts collide at sea, none will come out of the battle unscathed. Is there anything they can do

Four weeks to get acquainted with her new WSO. That's all Niahm gets before they ship off to a warzone. And when she sees who he is, she's s

[elliekayslibrary]

What if I just keep reblogging the post to announce new chapters? I'm so lazy 🤣

New chapters for these fics up yesterday:

CH 2 - Heart Like A Hand Grenade (Jake x OFC x Jack)

CH 12 - Write It In Red (Jake x OFC, Bradley x OFC, Tyler x OFC)

Only on wattpad!

[arcane-vagabond]

Arcane-Vagabond's Masterlist

Hi! Thanks for checking out my masterlist!

✨ My blog is 18+ Only! I curse, write smut, and other dark elements that minors do not need to be dabbling in. I do my best to tag everything accordingly, but some of my darker fics include elements of non-con, violence, etc.

✨I currently write female reader-insert fics. I mainly write for Jake "Hangman" Seresin, but I write for other TGM characters, The Pitt characters, and Twisters characters as well from time to time. I have been thinking about branching out into other fandoms, but time will tell when that happens. In the meantime, take a seat and enjoy the fics!

✨ I have discontinued my taglist, so if you would like to be updated on when I post, please follow my sideblog: @arcanevagabond-library and turn on post notifications! I post fics, drabbles, moodboards, and polls for my followers there.

✨ Requests are currently: Closed! And always feel free to send in some thoughts/thots or random asks!

Don’t know what to read first? Why not spin the wheel?

TOP GUN MAVERICK;

✨JAKE "HANGMAN" SERESIN✨

✨BRADLEY "ROOSTER" BRADSHAW✨

THE PITT;

✨DR. FRANK LANGDON✨

TWISTERS;

✨TYLER OWENS✨

✨SCOTT MILLER✨

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE;

✨BUCKY BARNES✨

UNIVERSES;

✨DAGGER GANG UNIVERSE✨

WRITING CHALLENGES;

✨FAIRY TALE WRITING CHALLENGE✨

MOODBOARDS;

TOP GUN - MYTHICAL CREATURES

TOP GUN - MAFIA

TOP GUN - GREEK GODS (BIG THREE)

TOP GUN - SUN, MOON, AND STARS

TOP GUN - REVOLUTIONARY WAR

TOP GUN - THREE MUSKETEERS

TOP GUN - SPRING SPIRIT!JAKE "HANGMAN" SERESIN

[dailybuglebunny]

Realest post fucking ever

[detroitbydark]

@fractiouskat fucking emaciated toaster strudel

[elliekayslibrary]

Or writing them into extremely traumatic and horrible situations.

Please forgive me Jake, I really do love you 🥰🥰🥰

[elliekayfiction]

Well I tried to post and tumblr decided that was a no go so let's try this again!

These are all of my currently ACTIVE fics on Wattpad!

Below are the links and covers to each! If you like what I'm writing I would greatly appreciate a reblog, comment, vote, etc!

If you'd like to be added to my taglist also, shoot me a dm and let me know!

Thanks for reading y'all!

Taglist: @dizzybee03 @djs8891 @bykaitlynann @khouse712 @barnesboo1967 @kmc1989 @fantasyfootballchampion @kaleysbookshelf @rootedinrevisions @cowgirlstateofmind89 @teacupsandtopgun @sunnysidevans @theghostinthelibrary @harmonic-tempest @tgmreader @simplypaisleyjane @fanficmom94 @lunatygerqueen @abbysglenera @laurenwren91

"I love you, but this won't work long term. You deserve better than some bounty hunter who barely has a credit to his name. I'm not some pro

Three couples. Three different stage of life. One road trip to make or break them.

"I can find you when the sun sets, where you're furthest from the light. I will follow you forever, like a creature in the black night." The

War is coming. It's inevitable. When three hearts collide at sea, none will come out of the battle unscathed. Is there anything they can do

Four weeks to get acquainted with her new WSO. That's all Niahm gets before they ship off to a warzone. And when she sees who he is, she's s

[elliekayfiction]

Below the cut is my info and links to my Wattpad!

Hi y'all!

I don't update on any special schedule, it's just whenever I finish something. I also do not do requests.

ALL OF MY FICS ARE EXPLICIT/18+/MDNI!

Simply click on the link and it will bring you to my account on Wattpad. I will not be posting on Tumblr or A03 any longer as unfortunately there have been some issues with people copying my work. Since Wattpad doesn't allow copy and paste that makes it a bit harder to duplicate (Not impossible but harder) so all of my content will be there from now on.

I will also be pivoting and trying to write more original fiction and reorganizing/reposting some of my fics so please give me a follow on Wattpad. I'd really appreciate the support there.

These are works of fiction and I own nothing but my original characters and original ideas, everything else is obviously not mine! Also none of my shit is intensively beta read so there may be mistakes here and there so for that I apologize.

I do not consent to have my work reposted anywhere else without my consent. Please let me know if they are somewhere else!

ALSO...DON'T COPY MY SHIT. THANKS.

All of my graphics are made with PicCollage, Canva, and pictures from Pinterest, and some gifs by @kaizsche (the GOAT gif maker)

Enjoy, comment, like and reblog! My ask box is always open!

If you'd like to join my taglist, please shoot me a DM!

Additonally, if you're interested in joining our writer's discord, The Written Brain, please shoot me a DM for the invite link. We're always looking to add new writers and readers to the community and are a fun and supportive bunch. We regularly do writing challenges and sprints!

Additionally I will be offering design services for book covers, banners, logos, etc for a small charge. I'll have info up for that soon but if you have any questions now please feel free to shoot me an email at [email protected]

Ellie Kay (@elliekayfiction)

On Tumblr, AO3 under the same username, echoingbirdsofprey 💙 21 Works, 12 Reading Lists, 95 Followers

[elliekayfiction]

Well I tried to post and tumblr decided that was a no go so let's try this again!

These are all of my currently ACTIVE fics on Wattpad!

Below are the links and covers to each! If you like what I'm writing I would greatly appreciate a reblog, comment, vote, etc!

If you'd like to be added to my taglist also, shoot me a dm and let me know!

Thanks for reading y'all!

Taglist: @dizzybee03 @djs8891 @bykaitlynann @khouse712 @barnesboo1967 @kmc1989 @fantasyfootballchampion @kaleysbookshelf @rootedinrevisions @cowgirlstateofmind89 @teacupsandtopgun @sunnysidevans @theghostinthelibrary @harmonic-tempest @tgmreader @simplypaisleyjane @fanficmom94 @lunatygerqueen @abbysglenera @laurenwren91

"I love you, but this won't work long term. You deserve better than some bounty hunter who barely has a credit to his name. I'm not some pro

Three couples. Three different stage of life. One road trip to make or break them.

"I can find you when the sun sets, where you're furthest from the light. I will follow you forever, like a creature in the black night." The

War is coming. It's inevitable. When three hearts collide at sea, none will come out of the battle unscathed. Is there anything they can do

Four weeks to get acquainted with her new WSO. That's all Niahm gets before they ship off to a warzone. And when she sees who he is, she's s

[elixirfromthestars]

Pushing It

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Reader

Summary: You love pushing your boyfriend’s buttons. And this time, you do so with the help of a little internet prank. Having it end in a way you weren't expecting it to.

WC: 3k

Contains: smut / 18+ mdni / fluff / female reader / oral (f receiving) / overstimulation / a bit of manhandling / Jake being a menace / Jake being a sweetheart / established relationship / starts off silly before we get to the steamy parts 💗

a/n: We're going to ignore that this has been in my drafts for like ten months... 🥲 But when the bestie requests something (even if it takes me forever sorry 😭) she gets it 💗 So thank you to my beloved Mon for inspiring this 💞 Thank you for reading! ₊˚⊹♡ Likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated!! ♡♡♡

top gun masterlist || main masterlist || library blog

You were pushing your luck with Jake all day and you knew it.

You know he doesn't like pranks, even the silly harmless ones. Which is of course why after seeing a silly trend online, you decided to try it out for yourself. Calling your boyfriend buddy or pal—your friend—shouldn't be too bad, right? Surely, Jake will find it funny.

Jake in fact, did not find it funny.

And you would have to face the consequences of that.

Your face is pressed against the pillow, hands gripping the sheets on either side of it like a lifeline, silent screams of pleasure between attempts at catching your breath fill the air. A few whines slip through, but it's mainly a string of incoherent babbles that causes Jake to double his efforts as he brings you to your third orgasm of the night.

How ever did you find yourself here?

It started in the early hours of the morning. While you and Jake were making breakfast, your mind wandered to a video you saw the night before. A silly prank from one of those couple pages, one where a girl decided to call her boyfriend her friend all day to film his reactions. You thought the way he reacted was cute, and it made you wonder how Jake would react. You weren't sure if you even wanted to go through with it though, it just seemed so silly. But you must have been thinking about it too much because it eventually slipped out all on its own.

“Could you open this for me?” You held out a mason jar of your favorite jam in his direction, struggling to open it. Jake turned to you, stopping his pancake flipping to help you out.

“Sure, sweetheart," he easily popped it open, "Here.” 

“Thanks, buddy. You’re the best.” 

Jake’s brows pinch, freezing for a second, seemingly mulling over your words before brushing them off. There was a small speaker on the kitchen counter shuffling through a mix of his and your favorite songs. The music was low enough to not be obnoxious, but loud enough to drown out some noise. Surely, that must have caused him to mishear you. 

You definitely said baby, not buddy. 

Jake pays no mind to whatever he thought he heard—which isn't exactly the reaction you were looking for. Before you can do anything about it, however, he gently grabs your wrist to pull you into his chest. He starts swaying to the music, hands sliding to your hips to guide you to the rhythm. He's singing along to the lyrics, some cheesy love song, causing you to smile despite yourself. The way he looks at you is no short of a man hopelessly in love.

After such a sweet morning, did you have the heart to continue your silly little prank?

Yes.

Yes you did.

When Jake comes back home from deployment, a part of him looks forward to running errands with you. It might seem strange, but domesticity is a breath of fresh air for him. The grocery shopping, visits to the post office or stops at the bank—hell even retail shopping. He looks forward to all of that with you because it's a small yet integral part of your lives that is now intertwined, and he likes that.

And after a morning that stretched into the afternoon of running errands with you, there's nothing more he'd love than a coffee.

Jake pulls up to the drive thru of a local coffee chain, one you two frequent often. He knows your order by heart and easily recites it along with his own, before he pulls up to the window to pay. You think back to this morning and the same idea pops into your head. You don't say anything at first, not until he hands you your drink.

"Aw, you remembered my order, thanks pal."

The usual smile Jake wears around you falls off his face. This time Jake definitely heard you. The radio was on way too low for him to give you that excuse. 

“I’m not your pal, darlin'," he says coolly, drinking a bit of his coffee as he pulls away from the drive thru. He's trying to play it nonchalant, but you can tell by the way his jaw ticks, he knows you're up to something.

You smile at him innocently. “But you are, you're my best bud," you reply sweetly, taking a sip of your own drink as you watch him side eye you. He's still playing it calm and collected, but you know you're starting to get under his skin. The way he's swirling his drink in his hand like he's trying to process what you're saying says as much.

“You’re pal, huh?” He says it like he's giving you a chance to rectify yourself. His expression is slightly hidden under his sunglasses, and by the way he hasn't taken his eyes off the road. But you'd kill to see the look in his eyes right now.

“Mhm," you hum out simply, studying him for any kind of response. He doesn't give you one though, just nodding thoughtfully as he lowers his cup into the cup holder. That same hand, cold from his drink, snakes its way onto your thigh, exposed by the shorts you're wearing. The icy touch causes you to hiss lowly, eyes darting to the gesture and missing the way the corner of his mouth twitches in response.

He gives your thigh a slight squeeze, voice low in warning, “You do know I could get you off right here, right now, right?”

You hate the way he says it so casual like getting you off is a walk in the park for him. Which it is, but that's not the point right now. You also hate the way your body instantly reacts to him, fidgeting in your seat as your mind runs through examples of exactly how he could do it. And he catches it instantly, smirking and giving your thigh another squeeze with a bit more pressure to tease you.

Maybe he thinks by flustering you he can get you to back down or stop, but with this development in his reactions, it only makes you wonder how far you can push it—push him.

This just means the next time you choose to continue your prank has to be strategic. Enough time to make him feel safe before you throw it on him again. So for now, you'll play it safe, make him feel like you're conceding—like he's won.

You lift his hand from your thigh, intertwining your fingers and bringing it up to kiss your joined hands, almost like a silent apology. His smirk melts into a softer smile, giving you the sign that he's taken the bait. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze as if saying 'it's alright'.

Now to get him when he least expects it.

It happens at dinner. You're sitting across from each other having light conversation when it hits you. You haven't thanked Jake for cooking dinner yet.

“Thanks for cooking dinner, bud. I really appreciate it.” 

He stops chewing, sea green eyes looking up from his plate to shoot you an unamused look, "Sweetheart…"

“What?”

His lips form a thin line, “Don’t play coy, you know what.” 

“I don’t know what you're talking about,” you dismiss him before changing the subject. He blinks, eyes narrowing warily at the way you switched between topics so quickly. There's no way you're done just yet. You're not. In fact, you only let the conversation go on for another five minutes before you try him again.

“Could you please pass me the dressing, pal?” 

That does it.

“Darlin’, I don’t think a pal would have done what I did last night,” he reminds you, taking his time with his next bite of food to keep himself composed. Oh, he shouldn't have said that.

“Mm, I don't know,” you bite on your bottom lip to stop the smile that threatens to show itself, “I’ve been with a few buddies that do that, so…”

Jake’s fork clatters as it drops onto his plate. 

You shouldn’t have said that. 

He leans back slowly against his chair, dinner long forgotten in front of him. His gaze travels your form, like a predator seizing up his prey. His eyes darken with heat and warning as he all but dares you, "Say that again."

A shiver of anticipation and nerves runs up your spine, more electrifying than anything. You've come this far to back down now.

“I said that I've been with a few buddies that—" He doesn't let you finish. In seconds he's up and striding toward you. When you're within reach he's hauling you over his shoulder like some barbarian. You shriek, flailing in his hold as he takes you away, yet your heart stutters with a giddiness you can't ignore.

“Jake! What are you doing?” You try to wiggle out of his grasp, but he's got a tight hold on you. You barely register you're in your shared bedroom when you're tossed onto the bed. You gawk at him, but all he does is grin at you like you have no idea what's coming for you. “Reminding you exactly who I am to you."

Instantly he cages you beneath him, your rebuttal dying in your throat as he kisses you deep and feverish. That kiss a first sign of many that his patience is running thin. He wastes no time in stripping you of your clothes with expert precision, tossing them haphazardly around the room. His hands grasp at every inch of skin they can reach greedily, while yours get lost in his hair, tugging just enough to pull a deep groan from his chest.

“You and your little games," he nips at your bottom lip, shaking his head, "you enjoy riling me up too much.” It's not long before you feel the brush of his fingers against your core causing your lips to part in a needy gasp. He smirks against your mouth, feeling for himself how wet you've gotten for him. He traces a line up and down your slit with just enough pressure to have you stirring underneath him. "Not so talkative now, are we darlin'?" He mocks you with the smugness of a man who knows he's got you right where he wants you. You curse out his name which only serves to amuse him more. His lips connect with yours again, kissing you harder until its all tongue and teeth. One hand cradles the back of your head to keep the kisses deep while the other stays at your cunt. His thumb circles your clit, desperate little moans slip from your lips, and Jake greedily swallows every single one. He's kissing you like he wants to steal all the breath from your lungs until all you're breathing in is him.

It's not until your lungs beg for oxygen that he pulls away. He grins in satisfaction at your kiss swollen lips, but even more so at the way you practically whine at the loss of him. He gives you one quick chaste kiss before he starts traveling down your body. Every press of his mouth to your skin, every devout touch of his hands leave an ardent heat in its wake. Each one is full of a possessive reverence, one that only a man who knows and loves you entirely could give. It's enough to placate you until he reaches the place where you need him most.

When his mouth finally presses against your core, it's slow and torturous. He hikes up your legs, placing them over his shoulders to trap himself between your thighs—exactly where he wants to be. His tongue flicks slowly, lapping lazily, taking his sweet time exploring your cunt as if he doesn't already know every inch of it. Like he doesn't know exactly how you like it and in turn hits you in every way that leaves you wanting more.

You fist the sheets impatiently, hips bucking against his face for more friction, but the grip his hands have on your thighs holds you down. You call out his name in wanton frustration, but he elects to ignore it. His response comes in licking one long stripe up your slit until reaching your clit and mouthing at it, making your legs jerk like you're trying to get away. Jake's eyes shoot up at the action, his gaze locking with yours—dark and heady. "Stay still," he demands, voice muffled from where his lips refuse to detach themselves from your core. “I can’t—please—I can’t,” you beg in between broken breaths. You know what you're begging for, he knows what you're begging for. But he's not exactly inclined to give it to you just yet.

“Yes, you can, sweetheart. You’re always so good for me," he praises you, twisting his head ever so slightly to nip at your thigh, "Are you this good for all your pals?” That last word is said with a harsher edge, with a bit of ire at the thought of anyone else having you in the way he has. You shake your head immediately, “No! No, baby. Only you.” He hums, the vibrations against your thigh making the ache between your legs worse, “What was that?” He bites down a bit harder on your skin, clearly wanting to leave a mark. And every time you try to speak up, he bites and sucks another mark into your skin, rendering you speechless as your need hits a boiling point.

"Jake!" The way you say his name makes him pause. You're on the cusp of utter ruin in the best way and he keeps depriving you of it, and you're sick of it. He chuckles, a wolfish gleam in his eye as he decides he's toyed with you long enough. He removes his mouth from your thigh, preening at what he's left behind for you to discover tomorrow. The intensity in his stare and tone is almost too much for you, “Now darlin', you be good for me, 'cause if you don’t stop moving and I have to stop what I’m doing—you won’t be able to walk tomorrow with what I'll do to you.” You swallow hard, heart racing in your chest knowing he'd make good on that promise. So you decide to listen—for now.

It really does seem like Jake is done prolonging your punishment, as the next time his mouth connects to your cunt he goes at it harder, fervently. Alternating between suckling and fucking your core with his tongue, driven by the desperate sounds falling from your lips. Eating you out like you had starved him of this all day. Giving you exactly what you need to reach the peak he has been holding you back from getting to all this time.

“That’s it darlin’, give it to me.” You barely hear him grunt out the words as your own moans ring in your ears. You come hard, one hand reaching down to tangle in his hair like you need it to ground you from the euphoria he's taken you to. But he doesn't stop there. He continues his ministrations, helping you ride out your orgasm, and then some. Not even stopping when you tug at his hair to get him away, a deep growl falling from his lips at the mix of pain and pleasure.

Jake keeps going, pulling away for a moment only to readjust his position to allow two of his fingers to enter you. He pumps them inside you at a rhythm that drives you crazy, crying out in want. He curls them just right, hitting the spot that makes you see stars, lips sealing around your bundle of nerves and sucking hard. His free hand slides up your body to palm at your breast, stimulating you even further until you can't seem to form any thoughts. At this point, you're riding his face shamelessly, driven by pure desire.

You come a second time, covering his face in your essence. Mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure as you're positively overwhelmed by everything you're feeling. From the top of your head to the tip of your toes, you're buzzing with an all consuming bliss. Jake finally decides to take a bit of mercy on you. He laps at you softly, easing you from your climax in a gentler manner than before. Dropping whispers of praises into your skin of how good you were for him and how much he loves you.

“You made a mess, baby. Look at you,” he groans in utter want, staring at how soaked you've left his hand and sheets beneath you. He's suddenly aware at how painfully hard his dick is straining against his pants. He's honestly surprised he didn't come undone with how badly you have him worked up.

Jake's clothes suddenly start feeling stuffy, so he reluctantly removes himself from you to get rid of his shirt. Even in your post orgasm haze you find yourself shakily sitting up, hands reaching out to help him remove his belt. He chuckles in disbelief at your readiness to keep going, hooded eyes looking up at him, tempting him to go all the way. But when your hands reach for the button on his pants he stops you. You frown at him, a pout starting to form that he swipes away with a soft brush of his thumb. He cups your face with both hands, your own landing on his bare chest, golden skin beneath your finger tips as he pulls you in for another kiss.

But this time its different. It's searing, full of worship. He holds you against him like only you matter. Like you need to understand this had nothing to do with your silly little prank, and all to do with something he needed to prove.

When the kiss breaks, he's staring at you affectionately, but there's a seriousness to his gaze that pins you in place. “I’m not your buddy, bud, pal—none of that. I’m yours. And I’m gonna remind you of that all night, darlin’.” He whispers a promise full of devotion and heat before falling back onto the bed and pulling you with him. You know when Jake's determination has taken a hold of him there's nothing that can stop him.

You're about to have a long night indeed.

a/n: Once again, comments and reblogs are so appreciated my lovelies! ♡♡♡

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