it truly frightens me the level that ai can write fiction / fanfiction. itās getting insanely hard to notice. sometimes when iām reading something i just pray that the person has made the right choice
robert ābobā floyd x reader x jake āhangmanā seresin.
ļæ« description: bob proposes a solution to jakeās remarks to the marks on bobās back. all three of you find resolution and something else. love.
ļæ« word count: 6.7K.
ļæ« c/w: threesome, sex, blowjobs, squirting, kissing, double creampie, nipple pinching, biting, scratching, praise, minor degradation, overstimulation, hints of mean dom bob and dom jake, use of the nickname ābunnyā, crying kink if you squint, sub-space, aftercare, beginnings of a poly!relationship and our boys kissinā.
ļæ« a/n: this is for @sushiwriterhere threesomeissance 2023 writing event! thank you so much for tagging me my love, this was so much fun to write! <3 make sure you check out the other incredible pieces! <3 my main masterlist can be found here! š
Bob up-stretched his arms and shed his undershirt from his flight suit. It practically stuck to his skin with sweat and grime from a day of flying too close to the sun. He was about to hit the showers quickly in enough time to make it back home to you.
He was never one to hang about after training. The quicker he could get in and out, the quicker he could get home to his wife. That was before he heard a loud clang of a locker from behind him, followed by a whistle.
āDamn, Baby. Youāve been in a fight with a bear or somethinā?ā
Jakeās voice from behind Bob caused his eye to twitch. He turned around to face the blonde pilot with an unphased expression on his face. Jake on the other hand was wearing his million-dollar, cock sure smile. He leaned against his locker with nothing on. All he was holding was his towel, bunched up in his hand and just about covering his cock.
Bob hated how overly confident Jake could be in the showers. He also hated how he found himself always trying to get a glance.
Jake had opted to now call Bob, Baby. It all stemmed from his years-old joke of what B.O.B. stood for. Baby on Board was too long for Jake, so he was just Baby.
āHowād you get those war marks on your back, Baby?ā Jake jabbed again, licking at his bottom lip.
Bobās eyes narrowed inwards towards Jake before cooling off. He chewed at the inside of his cheek as he remembered last night with you. He wanted to tell Jake to fuck off and that his sex with you is private, and heād never utter a word to anyone about your shared, deepest darkest fantasies.
But then he remembered your shared discussion of bringing someone else in and how you both settled on Jake as a possible option. It was only talk, but at this point, Bob bit the hand that fed him.
āI donāt know,ā He shrugged. āWhy donāt yā ask my wife?ā
A chorus of hollers and cheers from the other pilots in the locker room could be heard and Jake bit back a laugh.
āAs if, Baby. I donāt believe you fuck that good.ā
āYā know, Bagman, if yā want to see, how about you fuck my wife yourself?ā He slammed his locker door and stared down at Jake.
Bob couldnāt help it, he really couldnāt. It had been playful, teasing jabs at one another for years and as it went on, they became far more flirtatious on both party's accounts. The locker room went into another uproar at Bobās quick tongue and mouthful back at the cocky pilot, but he was still holding his intense gaze.
Jakeās smile had faltered an inch, only his eyes zoned in on Bobās. He let his tongue run alongside his cheek and puffed out his chest. He wanted Bob to call bluff so badly, to call off whatever this was, to prove Jake wrong that he hadnāt been flirting with him all these years, but Bob didnāt move an inch. Not until he flung his towel over his shoulder and headed for the showers.
He briefly heard the laughter and other remarks from the pilots before the commotion died down. As he turned on the shower, the sound of water filtering through and splashing on the tiles drowned out the rest. That was until he heard the footsteps inch closer towards him.
Out of Bobās peripheral vision, broad shoulders and sandy blonde hair came too. He continued to pay no mind to him and let the sound of the water continue to fill the room. It ran over the thick and heavy tension that was settling in the air. Neither of them spoke a word as they lathered themselves up with soap and let the duds fall to the tiles and down the drain. Unknown to either of them, they would occasionally steal glances at the other when getting the soap out of their eyes.
Bob would watch how the droplets of water dribbled down Jakeās toned torso and caught on the soft hairs of his pubic bone.
Jake would follow the trail of veins poking through Bobās forearms and up his biceps, watching how they flexed in time with him washing the shampoo out of his hair.
Bob reached to the small shelf holding the soap to lather himself one last time. His fingers outstretched and met another set of hands reaching for the same. They met Jakeās and through the soaking water, he felt a jolt meet his fingertips and run through his veins. He was surprised at how soft they felt, yet he knew they could control a whole aircraft. It made a shiver start in his neck and run down his spine. The warm water did nothing to hide the goosebumps that were left in its wake.
Jake looked up and caught Bobās eyes for the first time during the shower. He swallowed thickly before croaking out, āBaby, what I said back there, I didnāt meanāā
āThis Saturday. I know youāre free. Come round to ours at seven.ā
Before Jake could respond to Bobās bold response, he slammed his water off, grabbed his towel and was out of the shower.
Jake was left with his lips parted in a breathless and wordless daze. His hand was still wrapped around the soap and squeezing so tight, he didnāt realize he had destroyed the bar completely.
He couldnāt believe he was here. Heād been round to Bobās only once before and that was only to drop some paperwork off. He hadnāt even been in his hallway, let alone his bedroom, with his wife.
Everything had been agreed upon prior. Jake came round at seven on the Saturday as agreed and you answered the door with a warm and welcoming smile.
He could never deny that Bobās wife was beautiful. You were radiant. He offered in return a kiss to your cheek and let his large hand fall to the small of your back, bringing you in. His hand was warm and firm. You felt your heart pound a little faster through your rib cage at his touch, letting your mind wonder what his hand would feel like against your bare skin.
Jake let himself inhale your perfume that rested under your jaw and the sweet smell of shampoo in your hair. It was intoxicating to him. You were beaming at him as you greeted him politely, took his jacket and hung it up on the coat hooks in the hallway.
It was such a simple gesture, but with the combined smell of something delicious cooking through the kitchen, Jake felt safe. He had entered a warm and loving home, and it settled his nerves to whatever was about to be offered.
You ate (with Jake complimenting Bobās cooking more times than he could count), exchanged more polite conversation and then agreed on what was to happen. You slinked up to your bedroom to shed your sundress into something else before calling your husband and his co-worker upstairs. Bob took the lead up the stairs with Jake following behind.
As he came into your bedroom and saw the sight of you, a deep rumble of appreciation left Bobās chest with a smirk resting on his lips. āMy beautiful, beautiful, wife. You look gorgeous, darlinā.ā
āThank you.ā You shyly replied, feeling the heat creep up your cheeks as Jake came through the doorway and his eyes fell on you.
It was the first time he had seen you like this. So exposed, so vulnerable. You were wearing a simple oversized white shirt, one that Bob would wear with his Navy whites. It was far too torn and tattered for him to wear anymore, but it became a piece of clothing Bob would become ravenous over, especially if you werenāt wearing anything underneath.
The open shirt lay over your stiff nipples but didnāt hide the swell of your breasts. With your legs crossed as you sat on the edge of your bed, you could just about catch the soft mound of your pubic bone, but your thighs were exposed. The drape of the shirt barely covered them.
Jake swallowed thickly again and his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip, feeling his mouth dry up ever more. He let his heavy gaze run up and over your body and your cheeks only turned a rosier shade of pink, flushed hot. His cock twitched in his pants and it prompted him, after not saying anything for what seemed like an eternity.
āYouā¦ You look, gorgeous. Bobās a lucky husband.ā Jake half-heartedly laughed.
He was nervous.
Jake āHangmanā Seresin was nervous.
Bob had a natural-born instinct for reading people and he could tell in an instant what Jake was doing.
Truth be told, Jake had already had a couple of threesomes in his lifetime, but it had never been this intimate. It had never been with a co-worker's wife, never with someone who he had come to like, never in a safe and loving environment.
Bob let his hand fall to Jakeās back and gently ran his thumb in circles to soothe the nerves of the pilot. He smoothed his hand down his back further and gently linked his fingers with his to coax him closer to you and your bed.
Jake now stood in front of you with Bob to the side and his hand gently resting in your hair. You stayed sat and gazed up at the tall blonde with a look of lust clouding your eyes.
āJake?ā You called out his name sweetly. It was barely above a whisper but his ears turned hot at hearing you say his name so sweetly. āCan I touch you?ā
Your question and now the clear sight of your breasts caused Jakeās cock to twitch again, and he breathed out a desperate, āYes.ā
You tentatively reached your hands out and let your fingers graze over his shirt, feeling the ripple of muscles underneath him. You moved over his large forearms and further up his biceps. As your hands rose higher, you eventually stood up from the bed, Bobās hand never leaving your frame and now resting on the small of your back. It was a familiar touch that still grounded you to him, despite the situation.
Your hands ran around his shoulders and behind his neck. āYou can touch me, Jake.ā You quietly prompted him, now standing to his height. His hands reached out and fell to your hips. He squeezed you gently through the crisp fabric of the shirt and you let out a gasp. āRemember, you say the word and we stop this.ā
He nodded, but Bob pressed his finger to Jakeās chin to turn him. āWords, baby.ā
Baby.
Baby.
Bob Floyd was calling Jake, baby and it ignited something so deep within him he could feel a flame lick at his stomach.
āYes. We say the words and we stop this.ā Jake corrected himself and you smiled at him with an electrified smile. He had tasted love and it tasted sweet. The flame that was licking in his stomach was burning bright and deep, and it encouraged him greatly. He felt a newfound swell of confidence burn over him and he hooked his finger under your chin and brought your lips to his.
His kiss was soft at first, letting his lips become accustomed to yours before you let out a needful whine and tugged at the soft blonde hairs at the base of his neck. You pulled him closer and he reciprocated with a harsher squeeze of your hips. They were flush against his crotch and you could feel his ever-growing bulge rub against you. The grind from you caused him to groan into the kiss and let his tongue dip between your lips and run alongside.
Both your cheeks were flush with a warm glow and Bob could feel the heat radiating off you both, as you continued to press yourself against Jake growing hotter with desire. You parted from his lips with a gasp, unable to hold back your ever-growing smile.
āJake, Bobby,ā You turned to your husband whose eyes were heavy and his pupils completely dilated black. āI need you both.ā
āOf course,ā Bob purred and slid his hand from your back to the base of your neck, pulling you to be millimetres from his lips. āWill you be a good girl and show our guest what your pretty little mouth can do?ā
You quietly moaned and nodded, letting Bob pull at your neck and press his lips to yours in a searing kiss. Jake let out a curse of your name at seeing you bend to his touch. He was beginning to get a taste of just how dominant Bob could be and it intrigued him even further.
āOff for me and on your knees,ā Bob instructed you again with a flick of his finger under your shirt. You willingly shed your shirt and let it fall to the bed. Now completely naked to Jake, he let out a wanton groan. You sank to your knees and gazed longingly upwards at the two pilots, their cocks both straining hard against their trousers and appearing prominently.
The sight was nothing like Jake had ever seen before. Your nipples were stiff and you sat obediently with your hands in your lap, awaiting your husband's next instruction. But it never came. Jakeās shoulders had rolled backwards and he was relaxed. He was adhering to the agreement that you were to do as they say. He let his fingers cradle your jaw and gently slipped his thumb between your lips. You took it into your mouth eagerly and sucked on it. The feeling of your tongue swirling around his thumb had him longing to know what it felt like on his hard cock.
āJesus, such a sweet thing, Bobby. So good, so obedient.ā Jake purred and Bob chuckled.
āThereās the Jake I had imagined in the bedroom,ā Bob said lowly with a smirk.
Jake couldnāt hold back the heat that rose to his cheeks as he thought of Bob imagining him in the bedroom, but he was brought back to the present by the needy moan of you below them.
Bob shushed you gently and reassured you. āIām sorry, darlinā. Weāve been deprivinā you, havenāt we?ā You nodded again and this time, they both let out a low chuckle.
They made quick work of unbuckling their belts and pushing the waistband of their boxers down to let their aching cocks slap against their torsos. You had always thought Bob was big, but Jake was no different. Your mouth began to salivate and you moved towards Bob, but his hand was in your hair and pulling you back with a click from his tongue.
āNu-uh, darlinā. Guests first.ā
You swallowed and looked back at Jake who was gazing down at you with his pupils blown wide with desire. He gripped the base of his cock and let his tip move past your lips tentatively. The soft feeling of your mouth wrapping just around his tip had Jake groaning. You moved your mouth further down his shaft, with Bobās hand not letting go of your hair to steady you, but it couldnāt stop you. You wanted to feel Jake rest heavily on your tongue completely. You felt his tip nudge at your throat and a gag rumbled through your throat. Jake stumbled and his hips stuttered forward.
āShit. Oh God, sweets. So needy for me already, hm?ā
You whined around him and it vibrated off his shaft, earning another deep groan from Jake. Your eyes flicked to the side and you caught a glimpse of Bob fisting his cock heavy in his hand, his jaw set solid and his eyes trained heavily on you both, watching how your mouth took every inch of him. You wanted to put on a show for your dear and loving husband. You wanted to show him you craved this just as badly as him.
You worked your mouth up and over Jakeās thick shaft with precise strokes. Every time his swollen tip hit the back of your throat he let out another rumbled groan, earning smaller groans from Bob. Your tongue was laying flat underneath his base and it allowed Bob to gently start rocking your head for himself, letting Jake fuck your throat, his hips rocking into you.
Another handful of movements from Bob came before he was getting antsy. āCāere, sweetheart.ā He purred and moved your head off Jake to place your swollen lips around his shaft. You sunk easily, knowing every inch and vein like the back of your hand. Your nose brushed against Bobās brown curls at his base as he rocked into your mouth. You gazed up at your husband with tears starting to prick the corners of your eyes from your throat being fucked so consistently. Bobās jaw was still set firm as he revelled in the familiar feeling of his wifeās mouth, letting out deep moans and hissing when his tip hit the back of your throat repeatedly.
But Jake was beginning to get cocky.
āI thought we were doing this so I could fuck your wife stupid. Earn those bear marks of yours.ā Jake drawled out with a smug tone before reaching for your hair and pulling you off Bob, leaving him snarling from the loss of contact so suddenly. A pitiful whine left your lips with a string of saliva still connecting to your husband's tip. As you swallowed back around Jakeās cock you began to bounce gently on your knees, your bare cunt trying to find friction from the air as desperation began to make you clench around nothing.
Bob let out a chuckle as he saw you hump the air pathetically. āI donāt think yā need to wait much longer.ā He pulled you off Jake once more and cradled your jaw to let you gaze upwards. āDo yā want to be fucked now, Bunny? Youāve been so good for me and your guests.ā
āPlease, please, please. Iāve been so good.ā You pouted slightly, your eyes pleading desperately with your husband. He hummed in pleasant agreement and reached down to pick you up gently, laying you on the bed as if you were fragile porcelain.
By this time Jake was already stripping himself off his clothes and Bob followed in tandem. Although your mouth was just full of heavy saliva, your throat dried up and your breathing quickened as you caught sight of the two naked pilots. Bobās beauty was always intoxicating and dizzying to you and you found Jake giving you the same effect.
You counted your lucky stars of your current situation and your husband found himself doing the same. He had seen Jake naked too many times for him to count, but this was different. His eyes were heavy with desire, and his cheeks and chest were flushed with the most beautiful rosy pink. He had never noticed how blonde the soft curls were on his pubic bone, as his cock was pressed against his tone torso, although heād caught sight of them constantly in the showers. They replicated how his hair was dusty and sun-kissed blonde, already becoming ruffled from Jake running his hand through his hair.
Bob thought heād never looked so handsome.
āJake?ā
āBaby?ā
The name made Bob shiver and his stomach crashed like thunderous waves against stone rocks.
āCan I kiss you?ā
āPlease, Baby.ā Jake gasped before wrapping his hand around the back of Bobās head, his fingers tugging gently on his hair as he pressed his lips against his. They both let out a deep moan in unison. Years of tension and yearning rolled off their shoulders and bubbled up their throats as they tasted each other for the first time.
You watched keenly from the bed. It both made your heart bloom with a thousand flowers that your husband found solace within Jake and caused your abdomen to feel as though a thousand butterflies were coursing through you. Your thighs pressed and rubbed together to alleviate some of the growing arousal. You let out a whimper and they broke from the kiss to look at you, both with a lopsided smile on their faces.
As you pulled your thighs apart and felt the cool air run over your twitching cunt, Bob cooed. āBunny, weāre so sorry. Weāre cominā.ā
Jake could feel his mouth salivate at the sight of Bobās wifeās thighs spread apart and their pussy glistening with arousal, practically throbbing. āLook at that pretty pussy, sweets. Your thighs are slick already.ā He groaned, kneeling between your thighs.
Bob took place up by your head, letting his hand soothe through your hair and his other holding the base of his cock, giving himself lazy, slow strokes.
Your hands came under your thighs to hold yourself open for him, squirming your hips closer to his cock as Jake took it in his hand and slapped it on your aching clit. It jolted sparks of pleasure through your abdomen at its first contact and you let out a loud whine. Your hips involuntarily bucked upwards to chase the feeling and Jake relished in the neediness of your touch. His free hand came to grip your hip as he ran his tip through your folds and collected your arousal, smearing it over your clit. It earned louder moans from yourself and more desperate bucking. He was smirking down at you with his signature cock sure smile.
āI want to remember the moment I slip my cock inside Bobās wifeās tight pussy.ā
He hissed as he slowly slid inside you and felt your slick walls take him, clenching tightly. He was thicker than Bob and you squirmed your hips, moaning as you adjusted to his size. He cursed to himself and threw his head back when your hips met his.
āJesus, takinā me so pretty, sweetheart. Thatās itā¦ Good fuckinā girl.ā He purred down to you as he momentarily slid out before feeling his tip run back over your sweet spot nestled deep inside you. At each slow and teasing stroke, you clenched tighter around him. You finally felt so full and you didnāt want the feeling to be taken away. You were desperately chasing it.
As he set a pace you glanced up at Bob with a couple of stray tears now leaving the corners of your eyes. āBāBobby,ā You whined. āHe feels sā gāgood. It feels so good, fuck!ā
Bobās thumb gently wiped your tears away and smoothed over your hot cheeks, gently reassuring you. āSuch a good girl for me. My pretty little wife looking sā fuckinā pretty takinā another pilot's cock.ā
As his thumb came down to his lips, you took it into your mouth to soothe yourself, but Bob removed it quickly. āNo, no. Cāere,ā He gripped the mid-length of his cock and let his tip fall between your parted lips. You eagerly sucked as much of his length as you could from this angle. āGood, Bunny.ā He praised you.
You let your eyes flutter shut as the beginnings of complete pleasure roll over your body in waves. Over and over, you felt the powerful thrust of Jakeās hips with Bob rocking and resting heavily on your tongue. Two pairs of hands were gripping onto your flesh or soothing over your goosebumps, occasionally tugging on your stiff nipples to elicit louder, yet muffled, moans. You were stuffed full and you felt whole.
Jakeās thrusts picked up their pace and he was pistoning with such pressure you could feel the familiar warmth in your stomach grow. As his pubic bone met yours it grazed over your clit. It was small and frictionless contact, but the teasing alone had you nearly coming undone.
āTheyāre squeezinā me so tight.ā Jake gritted between his teeth, still cursing your name so pretty.
The corners of Bobās lips quirked upwards and his eyes zoned in your expression. Your jaw was slack and although still stuffed full, you were drooling around his length with your eyes all but rolling back into your skull. He knew you were close.
āYou want to earn those bear marks now?ā Bob quipped. He grunted and nodded feverishly at him. Bob slipped from your mouth with drool still connecting to his tip. You mewled as he left you, but he was quick to reassure you he would be right here as he slid his hands into your hair.
With silent encouragement from Bob, Jake doubled down over your body and his large frame covered you whole. Your hands fell to his shoulders and gripped them tightly. One of his broad forearms rested by you to hold himself up enough that he could snake his hand between your slick sweaty bodies and find your aching clit. The soft pads of his fingers connected to you and you cried out his name loudly, finally feeling a firm pressure. He drew lazy circles around you with his thrusts now seemingly impossibly closer to you.
āPlease, please, pleaseā¦ oh God!ā Incoherent babbling left you as hot tears continued to streak down your cheeks. You never thought your husbandās, co-workers cock, could ever feel so fucking good.
āBobby, Bobby!ā You screamed instinctively. āCan I come?ā
You heard him bark out a laugh behind you.
āDonāt ask me. Itās not my cock makinā you cry, Bunny.ā
Your brain was clouded with what felt like cotton and you scrambled to find the words quickly as your orgasm was building at a frighteningly quick pace.
āJake! Can I come? Oh God, please can I come?ā You babbled. Through his laboured breathing, you felt his warm breath tickle against your ear as he chuckled.
āNever gonā want any other cock, sweets. Iāve ruined you for your husband, havenāt I?ā Condensation was laced thick in his tone and it made you squeeze your eyes tightly shut, holding on so tight to stave off your orgasm.
āLook at me, sweetheart.ā He barked out the order and your eyes peeled open with the most pleading expression you could muster, as he continued to rock deeply into you. Your nails by now were forming crescent shapes on his tanned skin. The beginnings of the bear marks. āTell me, fuckinā tell me and you can come.ā
Everyone who was currently in the bedroom that was dowsed in the scent of sweat and sex, knew that this was not true. You would always love Bob and you would always want his cock. It was certainly still the most mouth-watering and appealing thing to you. You found yourself dreaming of having them both ruin you, forever.
But at this moment, Jakeās lusting and filthy words were clouding your senses and making Bobās cock twitch heavy in his hand. For he too was incredibly aroused by Jakeās words and the sight below him.
āYāyouāve, rāruined me, Jake.ā Your bottom lip began to tremble. āPlease!ā You begged with a hoarse cry. His fingertips pressed down firmer with precise motions and the last thing you saw before you snapped, was him grinning down at you like the Devil.
āCome for me, sweets.ā
With a couple more swipes of his fingers over your abused clit, combined with the punishing pleasure from his thick cock, you were seeing stars. A white-hot feeling flooded from your abdomen outwards across your body. Your toes curled and you wailed. The crashing sensation of your orgasm wracked your body whole, cursing his name, Bobās name.
You felt Bobās hands soothe through your hair and you could faintly hear his sweet praise over Jakeās loud groans.
Jake didnāt let up with his thrusts. He pressed his sweaty frame closer to yours and snaked his hand away from your twitching clit. His face pressed into the crook of your neck and your nails raked over his back as he fucked you through your orgasm. With how close you were held against him, there was still enough friction rubbing mercilessly over your clit. His voice was hot in your ear and you heard him.
āFeel sā fuckinā good for me, Iām so lucky. Youāre both so perfect, shit.ā At his final curse, he groaned deep into your sweat-covered neck and you felt his teeth graze over your tender flesh and suck harshly. He was hissing and grunting with his thrusts becoming sloppier, but you could feel himself leak into you.
Everything was so deadly intoxicating. You never wanted to leave this room. You wanted to stay with them both forever.
His thrusts eventually slowed completely and he pulled off your burning frame. His own body was completely flushed pink with his sandy blonde hair mused and some strands of his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. As his softening cock pulled out of you and you felt his spend trickle down your puffy lips, you let out a pitiful whine, suddenly feeling so empty.
He wore a satisfied grin as he gazed over the pretty sight of your pussy and then back up at Bob. You felt Bobās large hands trail over your shoulders and squeeze against your breasts. You craned your neck to look at him with your eyelashes fluttering and a cock drunk smile plastered over your lips. Your body trembled with anticipation, knowing you still had Bob, and your clit was still aching for just one more.
A chorus of praises and strings of kisses to your warm flesh, left the two pilots' lips as they gently moved your trembling frame. Jake sat against the headboard with your back pressed against his chest. A pillow was slid under your hips to elevate them higher to allow Bob to make your eyes water from pleasure with the angle. Your hands were holding onto Jakeās forearms as you looked your husband in the eye, kneeling in front of you with a grin.
He held the base of his cock firmly and let his tip run through your folds and catch Jakeās spend mixing with your leaking arousal. He pushed it against your swollen clit and you let out a breathy moan, your eyes already faltering shut. Behind you, Jake watched the scene unfold with hooded eyes and soft groans. Bob teased you for a moment longer before easily bottoming out inside of you with a hiss and a groan.
āSā warm for me, Bunny. Taken Jakeās cock and youāre still so tight for me, arenāt you?ā
You mewled and dug your nails in tighter to Jakeās forearm, earning more scratches on his skin. Bob had patiently sat by and watched his friend fuck his wife. He was wasting no time and set a cruel pace instantly. The sudden feeling of feeling so full with his familiar size had you moaning and squirming your hips already, but he kept his hands firmly on your thighs to hold you open and take what he gave you. His swollen tip was rubbing mercilessly at your spongy sweet spot and the angle was enhancing your pleasure to a feeling so sweet, that you felt as though you could burst. One of Jakeās large hands snaked upwards to pinch and tweeze your nipples, heightening your sensitivity. You heard his groans low and hot in your ear as you responded with desperate whines.
Pleasure was licking at the flame in your abdomen, but with your heightened sensitivity it was producing something else. Something more.
āOh, Bobby!ā You practically wailed. He felt the way you clenched tightly around him and how your walls pushed down. He knew your body like the back of his hand.
He groaned at the tightening sensation and gave a final piercing thrust before pulling his cock out entirely. You pushed down and gasped out a breathy moan as you felt your arousal squirt out of you.
āThatās it, good girl, good fuckinā girl.ā Bob groaned again with a knowing and smug smile pulling at the corners of his lips. He moved his fingers through your wetness and watched it splatter over your thighs.
āJesus, Baby. Makinā them feel so good.ā Jake groaned louder from behind you, before directing his words back to you. āIād love to see you squirt on my cock next.ā
You could hear the cocky pilot's grin from behind you as he let his lips run over the shell of your ear and nibble gently.
There was a deadly concoction mixing in your abdomen as Bob bottomed out inside of you again and you took in Jakeās words. The notion of another night like this had your head spinning. Their sinful words and fiery touch on your skin had you feeling hot and dizzy. The pleasure was seeping through every vein of your body with every jolt caused by Bobās cock pushing deep inside of you. You were gasping and moaning incoherently, only able to feel this ecstasy-inducing feeling. If it wasnāt for their grip on your body, you wouldāve gone completely limp.
Suddenly you could feel Bobās soft thumb on your now throbbing clit, rubbing precise circles. There was nothing lazy about Bob Floyd when he fucked.
Hot tears began to fall from the corners of your eyes and streak down your cheeks. You were babbling nonsense by now and you felt your impending orgasm grow closer with each swipe of his thumb. Your jaw was going slack and as you panted hungrily, tiny droplets of drool were pooling in the corners of your mouth.
āAre you gonna come again?ā You whimpered his name in response and Bob snickered. āYou are, arenāt you? So desperate for cock. Itās pathetic to watch. My sweet little Bunny practically drools as they take another manās cock.ā
Your stomach swirled at his words, in time with the swirl of his thumb. āBobby!ā It was a shriek of a plea, like nothing Jake had ever heard before. āPlease can I come? Please, please, pleaseā¦ā
As you begged harder, your tears began to fall harder. Bob watched your body lovingly, with heavy hooded eyes. He saw every twitch, every shiver, every squirm, and he knew when your body couldnāt take anymore. He was still merciless with his strokes and thumb, but as you locked your pleading and tearing eyes with him once more, his firm set expression softened and his voice was coaxing you.
āCome. Come for me my baby Bunny.ā
Your jaw went slack and a silent scream tore from your throat as you let the bubbling sensation of your orgasm burst through your abdomen, feeling the tendrils of pleasure wash over your body in crashing waves. Your hands shot up to wrap around the back of Jakeās head and pull tightly on the smaller hairs at the base of his neck. Your body withered and your chest was heaving, panting furiously as the sensation rolled over your body repeatedly. You faintly heard a string of praise from them both, Jakeās low voice still hot in your ear. Bobās praise turned to grunts and with two more forceful thrusts, you could feel him leak his spend inside of you.
His ministrations slowed and as your head lolled to the side of Jakeās shoulder, you still let out a quiet and needy whine again, feeling so empty and feeling the now double mix of cum leaking from your abused cunt.
Your head felt full of cotton. You reached out with shaky hands to your lover. āBobbyā¦ā You breathed out, barely above a whisper. He leaned down and took your shaking frame from Jakeās slick chest. He pressed you close to his own and with Jakeās help, he moved you to lay limp against him with his broad arms encasing you tightly. Jake stayed next to you both and let his fingers trail tenderly over your damp back.
All three of your chests were steadying out with calculated breaths, as you all came down from your highs. Tender and loving kisses were placed on your skin from them both, and more hushed words of love and praise were whispered close to your ears.
When your energy eventually came back, Bob cleaned you up gently with Jakeās help. The remainder of the leftovers from your prior dinner were fed to you and you gulped down more glasses of water than you could count. The duvet cover was changed and with your head still feeling full of soft cotton, and your body swimming with the afterglow, your two pilots lay down to sleep with you.
Before the peaceful waves of sleep pulled you under, you remember watching how lovingly Jake cradled Bobās jaw and placed a kiss on his lips. The next thing you felt was his tender fingers bringing your jaw up to place his lips on yours. Your cheek then felt another pair of lips and you turned your face to find Bobbyās.
You kissed them both a handful more times. Each time your heart pounded a little faster and you felt the thousand butterflies flutter through your stomach.
Maybe this could work.
Maybe, this could be a forever thing.
Jake stayed on Sunday till around three in the afternoon. You all woke up late and lazily gathered yourselves to share a warm, yet deeply refreshing, shower.
You spent the rest of your time in the kitchen, just talking and eating. You spoke about everything and anything. You talked about the prior night, you talked about aircraft manoeuvres that had gone wrong, and you asked Jake about his home and where he grew up. Occasionally you found yourself pressed into Jakeās side with one of his broad arms incasing you close to his chest, as you both watched Bob cook up the food. Jake insisted that he would make you both a homemade recipe his Ma taught him some time.
All three of you exchanged fluttering touches and loving kisses with each other, and Jake found something blooming deep within his chest. He felt safe within this peaceful and domesticated home. He didnāt want to leave.
Come the evening on the Sunday, you were curled in between Bobās thighs as you both read in peaceful silence.
āI really like him, you know.ā
You spoke out into the silence. There was a beat before you felt Bobās chest take a deep breath and then exhale. You glanced up at him and he wore a soft smile as he placed a tender kiss on your forehead.
āYeah. Me too, Bunny. Me too.ā
A chorus of loud cheers and hollers broke out and echoed across the locker room on Monday. Javy slapped Jake on his bare back, making note of the marks scratched down his flesh.
āJake! Now whoās been fighting with a bear?ā
Bob continued to look forward at his locker as he gathered up the remainder of his belongings, paying no note to the commotion he heard behind him.
Jake huffed out a laugh and flashed his signature smile to Javy, acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
āYeah, something like that.ā
Bob smiled to himself at hearing Jakeās words. The images of Saturday evening and his wife scratching their nails down his back were flashing evidently behind his eyes. Once he heard the others trail off to the showers, he turned around to face him. It was only them left in the locker room and he leaned back against his locker, watching Jake pull his jacket on and reach for his bag.
āWeāre really lookinā forward to having you round for dinner tomorrow night.ā
Jakeās head perked up at Bobās words, his signature smile still etched over his face.
āYeah, me too, Floyd.ā
Jake placed his hand on Bobās shoulder to move past him and leave the locker room, but before he took another step further, he lingered for a moment longer. Jakeās lips brushed up against the shell of Bobās ear and in a low and flirtatious drawl, he whispered, āBye, Baby.ā
And he left.
Jake didnāt look back and see how Bob was biting down frightfully hard on his bottom lip to hold back the beaming and lovesick smile he was currently adorning. He didnāt see how Bobās cheeks flushed a rosy pink colour in seconds. All he saw ahead of him was a future of tender love with you and Bob.
tagging those who may be interested: @laracrofted @sunblchdfly @sugarcoated-lame @castiel-barnes @lewmagoo @peachystenbrough @becks-things @bradshawsbitch @rhettabbotts @hangmanapologist @whatislovevavy @withahappyrefrain @sandbarbirdie
oh my gooooodness, hehe! thank you so much for the love! š„¹ i had such a blast writing this. bob and jake kissing have such a special place in my heart š
Sebbie my love I just wanted to pop in and say hi on this lovely evening. I know it's probably some ungodly hour where you guys are right now but even still, I've come to say hello.
I hope you guys are doin ok, especially with the heat waves and hope that Robin's doing well too. Not gonna lie, I was with the kiddos at summer camp yesterday and was melting like the Wicked Witch Of The West (lol). Thankfully there's lakes close by and man are they amazing. My best to you guys and may you and your family enjoy every bit of summer to the fullest.
P.S: I hope this doesn't sound weird but I'm pulling for both the US and the UK in the World Cup matches. Best of luck to you guys in the knockouts.
hello hello, my love! thank you for your kind wishes and love! š„° weāre doing all okay, thank you! the weather is about to get a lotttt hotter, so weāre battening down the hatches, but weāll survive š weāre loving our summer thus far and i hope that you are as well! so lucky that youāve got the lakes nearby as well š„¹ weāre currently up at 3 am to watch the england v mexico game !!
Sebbie with all the World Cup craziness going on over here, I gotta send in some funny thoughts for the Dagger Squad........I might send in some for other Lew characters and maybe the Thunderbolts too if you're up for it (lol). Some of these are included but not limited to:
-The Dagger men all wearing a kilt and their jerseys when Scotland comes to visit. The Hard Deck completely runs out of beer after the first few hours and when they all go marching through Fightertown, Jake and Bob are followed by a family of mallard ducks all wearing the little flag capes on their backs, the ducklings included (this actually happened when the team was in Rhode Island a few weeks ago, lol).
-The Daggers doing the Viking row with the Norwegian fans. Even the little kids all get in on it.
-Taking a few of their newfound friends to their favorite diners and food places.
-And last but not least, the most epic block parties with the other teams. The beach outside the Hard Deck is full of people just having a good time and enjoying themselves.
oh my god, what i would give to experience the matches with the dagger squad š„¹ it would be a fucking blast, as described above! š¤
The āwho hurt you ā trope but you show up at Rhetts door at 2am
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āwho hurt you?ā
rhett abbott x reader.
ļæ« summary: you come to rhettās door at 2 am in the freezing cold.
ļæ« word count: 2.4K.
ļæ« warnings: mentions of violence and injury, descriptions of injury, mentions of abuse and abusive relationships, swearing, kissing, rhett is a big softie who wants to protect you.
ļæ« authors notes: @sandbarbirdie birdie! you know how much i love this trope with rhett <3 i understand that this is a heavy topic, but please message me if iāve missed out on any warnings, or if you want to talk. iām here to listen <3 my main masterlist can be found here! š
Rhett was sure that he heard the knocking on his front door. He was coming out of his deep slumber and couldnāt work out if it was in his dream or real life, but then he heard the knocking again, far louder this time.Ā
He was sure that it was a pounding on his front door. He slipped on a pair of boxers from the day before, and a plaid shirt was thrown haphazardly over his shoulders.Ā
It was freezing during the Wabang winters now, and he would be damned if he was going to catch a cold.
He padded down the stairs and into his hallway to hear another pounding. His door was practically shaking with the force.Ā
āIām coming!ā He gritted out. āJesus fuckāā His curse got caught in his throat as he unlocked the door.
When he opened it, he saw you there with your hands wrapped tightly around your arms, in a feeble attempt to encase some of the warmth onto your shaking frame.Ā
You peered up at him and squinted your eyes as the brightness from inside his home blasted out into the black night.Ā
The lavender-coloured bruise on your eye, which was starting to form, made it harder to look at him. There was a gash on the side of your temple that was boring into your skull. Dried blood trickled down your cheek.Ā
āJesus Christ.ā He muttered with quiet concern under his breath. Rhett was quick to usher you inside.Ā
He shed his plaid shirt and wrapped it around your quivering shoulders. His hands reached out to gently cup your face in the hallway, where you both stood still. He carefully tilted your head upwards to look at you, being hyper-aware that there could be other injuries that he wasnāt yet aware of.Ā
A look of guilt spread across your features. It was almost sheepish, but in return, Rhett wore a look of only deep concern.
Silence hung in the air before Rhett cut through it.
āWho hurt you?ā He gently demanded. His tone was firm, but unwavering in loving concern.Ā
Long ago, you were childhood sweethearts. You were inseparable. Youād been together through your teenage years and early adult lives, but life moved with its ebb and flow, and you were no longer together.Ā
However, you found in the more recent months that you were getting closer to each other again. Life continued to move, and you found yourself within each other's orbit more constantly than before.Ā
Late at night, you wondered if you could ever truly tear apart from one another. The laws of attraction could never explain the relationship you had together, and Rhett unknowingly shared the same thoughts as you.
All that he knew was that he would bury someone in the ground to protect you with his still beating heart.Ā
Rhettās eyes bore into yours as he awaited your reply with bated breath. He was waiting for the name of whoever would be put in the ground.Ā
You, of course, knew this. You knew his tendency to lose all control over anyone who would even dare to look your way.Ā
So, you opted for the safer option. You didnāt look in his eyes as you told him the name, in an attempt to brush off the situation.Ā
You pulled away from his soft hold and stumbled to the kitchen chair, slouching down.
āDarren.ā You muttered out. You avoided his eyes and chose to look down at your scuffed boots. They were a gift from Rhett on your eighteenth birthday and a warm reminder.Ā
He, too, noticed that you were still wearing them the moment you stepped across the threshold into his home.Ā
āDarren.ā Rhett hissed through his gritted teeth and clenched jaw. He could feel his fingers instinctively curl up into tightly balled fists by his side.Ā
He was your new fling, and whilst Rhett knew about him and understood that you were with him, Darrenās name furiously burned in his insides.Ā
Rhett also knew that he had no place to ask what you were doing with him, but concern twisted in his gut. He needed to understand why you showed up at his door at two in the morning, with blood running down your face and a horrific bruise forming on your eye.Ā
He swallowed the bile in his throat and reached for the first aid kit in the top kitchen cupboard. He came to kneel by your side in the dimly lit kitchen. His nostrils were flared, and you saw him trying to steady his breathing. He took shallow, deep breaths, and you knew that he was already plotting his downfall.Ā
All that could be heard was the low hum of his refrigerator and your shared shaky breaths. Rhett cut through the silence first.Ā
āWhat the fuck did he do tā you, angel?ā
The end of his questioning caught you off guard. His words were laced with venom, poised and ready to attack Darren, but the sweet name of āangelā cut through it all.Ā
Tears swelled in your eyes, stinging the bruise. You remembered when Rhett called you an angel. It was always during the softer times at night, when your bodies were entwined, and you spoke about your future together.Ā
āHe wasnāt aiming for me.ā You mumbled out. āHe went for some guy standing next to me. But he ducked at the right time, and I guess Darrenās fist met me instead.ā
Rhett made a mental note that he had a lousy swing.
He dipped the cotton ball in some lukewarm water and dabbed cautiously at the wound on your temple. In response, you let out a painful hiss. You scrunched your eyes shut, but another groan left your chapped lips as the pain in your eye swelled from the motion. You could feel one of Rhettās hands rest on your jean-clad thigh and give it a reassuring squeeze. His thumb ran in soothing circles over your flesh.
āI know, I know. Itās goinā tā sting. Iām sorry.āĀ
Your eyes welled up again. He never apologised to anyoneāonly you.Ā
āIf it were me punching some guy fā you, I wouldnāt do it anywhere near you.āĀ
You huffed out a small laugh at his attempt to ease your pain. āI know. I remember.ā You reminded him.
Silence fell on you both again as he tended to your wounds, until Rhett gently queried you, in an attempt to aid the growing concern in his gut.Ā
āDid you, uh, drive?ā
You sucked in a harsh breath and hesitated to answer him. No matter the response, it wasnāt going to help hide what had happened.Ā
āNo, I ran.ā You replied, as matter-of-factly as you could muster.Ā
Rhettās eyebrows twisted downwards as he did the calculations in his head.Ā
āI live a good mile away from town, angel.ā
You let out a long, shaky breath and looked down at your boots again, trying to find comfort in your current situation.Ā
āAfter everything happened, I screamed at Darren. Like I lost it, Rhett.ā You twiddled with the hem of his plaid shirt as he continued to patch you up. But his pace slowed as he listened to you. He could sense what you were trying to avoid. You still couldnāt look at him, and shame clouded your senses. āHe lost it back at me. Iād never seen him like that.āĀ
Tears stung at the corners of your eyes as you were reminded of what once was. Rhett would defend you within an inch of your life, but he would never scream at you. Never. He would cling to you all night and whisper sweet words into your ear about how you were the only one for him. It stung more than the wound on the side of your face to know what you might have lost.Ā
As he placed a butterfly band-aid on your temple and gently cleaned up the remainder of your blood, he asked the very question that heād wanted to ask the moment that he opened his door.Ā
āānd the gash?ā He paused for a moment as his voice came barely above a whisper. āHe punched you, angel. Yā donāt get that after a blow to the eye.āĀ
He slipped his hands to yours and gave them a reassuring squeeze. He wanted you to know that he was right there with you. That he was going to listen to anything that you had to say.Ā
The tears that had pooled in your eyes from before were now slipping over and onto your cheeks. Your glassy eyes looked at his, and you bit at your bottom lip harshly, in an attempt to stop the sobs that were threatening to tear from your throat. You winced as you reminisced about what followed after and how you got the gash.
You didnāt need to say it. Rhett knew just by reading the distress that was etched across your face.Ā
His eyes softened as he watched you. He wanted to reach out and reassure you, but he felt the bile forming in his throat. He could feel it threatening to spew out of him. The idea of someone intentionally hurting his angel made him nauseous.Ā
āI was sā scared. I didnāt know anywhere else to go, except here.ā You blubbered out between the small sobs, leaving your throat.
He shuffled closer to you and removed his hands to hold your face lovingly. āYā donāt have tā be scared anymore, angel. Yā can always find your way back home here.ā
You nodded in his hands and gave him a thankful look with all you could muster, without your face contorting into pain again.
āCan I stay with you tonight, Rhett? Please?ā
He was baffled that you even had to ask, but he understood that after everything that had happened, you needed to hear his reassurance.Ā
āOf course, angel. Iāll protect you.ā A featherlight kiss was pressed to your cheek. He could taste your salty tears, and it only made his insides wring further in disgust at the man, no boy, who hurt you. No man would do this.
He bent down and wrapped his arms around your waist, and you instinctively hoisted yourself onto his. You rested your head in the crook of his shoulder. One hand cradled your legs as they attached to his hips, and another softly smoothed over the back of your head. You inhaled his familiar scent of cedar wood and spearmint. You felt safe and protected as he carried you to his bed, which was once yours as well.
He sat you on what used to be your side of the bed, and the mattress moved underneath you, as if to welcome your figure that once lay there. He gently shed you of his plaid shirt and your t-shirt underneath. In between the loss of your clothes, he pressed another feather-light kiss to your cheek.
āYou okay?ā He gently checked in with you. When you nodded in response, he retrieved your old sleep shirt from his chest of drawers. He shed a sliver of embarrassment at the prospect of still keeping your clothes, but it melted away when you accepted it with the first small smile on your face that he had seen all evening.
āArms up,ā His voice was a soft instruction. You did as he asked, and he slipped the top over you. It fitted like a warm embrace, something that always fitted you so perfectly, just like Rhett.Ā
āIāll help yā take off yā jeans now, alright, angel?ā He knelt and brushed his fingers over the button and zipper. He undid them with gentle ease and slipped your jeans off. He treated you as though you were a deer that had wandered into his home and whom he didnāt want to spook.Ā
Youād always appreciated Rhettās softer side. The side that anyone rarely gets to see.
However, momentarily, his softness contorted into anger towards your attacker. His eyebrows furrowed as he clocked the second graze on your kneecap.
You winced as he noticed. āI fell to my knees after, heā heāā Your voice wavered again, and you felt the tears sting at your waterline once more.
āI know, angel. I know.ā He hushed to soothe your tears. āItās not as bad as the others. I can patch it up tomorrow, alright?āĀ
He reached up to wipe the one tear off your cheek. His lips gently met your flesh, just above the graze on your kneecap, and you sniffled at his adoring touch.Ā
As you both shed your clothes, he grabbed the empty glass on his bedside table. He went to leave the room, but you stopped him in the doorway with a frantic hold on his wrist. You looked at him with a pleading gaze. You didnāt want him to leave.Ā
āItās okay, angel. Iām jusā goinā to the bathroom tā get you some water. Iāll be right back, okay?ā He reassured you with a warm smile, becoming highlighted by the soft light in his bedroom.Ā
You hesitantly let go and got back into bed, shuffling up to the headboard and tucking your knees under your chin.Ā
The weight of the mattress dipped again when he sat next to you. He held the glass at the base whilst your still trembling hands held onto one side, helping you drink.Ā
āIāll fill it up again fā the night ānd then Iāll come into bed with you, alright?ā He pressed a kiss to your temple.Ā
You nodded in response, pulled the covers over your body, and slumped down into the pillows. They smelt like Rhett, and you inhaled his scent again, but deeper this time. You felt the breath that youād been holding onto all night slip out with ease.
He came back and made his way round to the other side of the bed. He slinked in beside you, and you could feel his fingers rest on your upper arm first, testing the waters. He felt you relax under his touch, and he took it as a welcoming signal. You shuffled back into him, and he slid his arm around yours and pulled you into his warm, bare chest, with his chin resting just above your head.Ā
Another kiss was placed on the top of your head, and you heard Rhett speak up, his drawl coaxing his words. It was a simple familiarity that youād missed so deeply.Ā
āYouāre safe, angel. Iām never lettinā you go again.ā
That was the last thing you heard him murmur to you, before you fell asleep in his arms. Safe at last.Ā
speaking of editing old fics, hereās one i did earlier! i had a rough evening and i was thinking of this fic as comfort <3 then i decided that i needed to desperately edit it <3
Oooooo, how about, āYou're so pretty when you cry." with Rhett? š
seeing you on your knees with tears streaming down your cheeks always got him going. you looked so perfect, staring up at him with those wide, watery eyes. so trusting. willing to do anything he asked. now, you mouthed at his cock, a little drunk off it. you couldnāt help it. there was something about sucking him off that shut your brain off and let you fully immerse yourself in a state of pleasure.
the sound of his groans spurred you on, even as you took his cock to the hilt and swallowed around it. rhett moaned deep in his chest before he eased you off him. āshit, look at you. takinā it all down that pretty liāl throat.ā
āuh-huh,ā you agreed, tongue tracing along the shaft, mapping out each vein. once again, you took him fully into your mouth, relishing in the heaviness of it on your tongue. another few inches and he was down your throat again, and this time, reflexive tears gathered in your eyes. as rhett guided you back again, he hummed softly, knuckles brushing against your cheek. you realized a few tears had begun to escape.
something about you in a position like this, kneeling at his feet, while tears streamed down your cheeksā¦god, it made his cock twitch. āyouāre so pretty when you cry, darlinā. makes me so goddamn hard.ā one hand holding you in place, he used the other one to wipe your tears away with his hard dick. a gasp escaped your mouth, a delicious tremor running down your spine, body clenching around nothing.
eagerly, you opened your mouth wide, taking him again, tasting the salt of your tears as you did so. if your tears made him hard, you had a lot more where that came from. rhett watched from above through hooded eyes, knowing he wouldnāt last long if you kept going at this rate. yet he couldnāt be bothered to slow you down, not when your sweet mouth was so hot and wet around him.
he decided that once you brought him to the end, heād finish on your soft, pretty cheeks. and maybe heād take a picture for it afterward, to commemorate the tears youād shed for his pleasure. that picture would go somewhere for safe keeping. and it would go with him on every out of town rodeo, brought out during moments when he missed you most.
because nothing turned him in more than seeing you cry for him.
Hi seb, hope you have been keeping well. Not been on so much due to life and adult responsibilities. Just a reminder that you are amazing!
hi megan, my love! bless you, i totally get that and iāve been much the same! i hope youāve been keeping well amongst all of lifeās little endeavours š„° just a reminder that youāre wonderful and thriving! š
Bob reynolds fucks u till u squirt on a dildo that's a mould of his. what who said tha
yep! at first he got you the dick mould as a gag gift, but it very quickly turned into something else as he watched you fuck yourself with his dick. it turns into his favourite little game. how many times can he make you come with his dick <3
Sebbie I apologize for barging in this late, but I have a lovely, lovely thought for Robert Reynolds that I think you're really gonna enjoy.
I've kinda shared it around but, I keep thinking about you and Bob at long last having a cozy home of your own on the lake with the entire community of both the Thunderbolts and the Avengers all living close by (everybody's alive and well in this universe and just living their best lives, lol).
-Your house looks like something straight out of the 80s and 90s. Soft wallpapers on the walls, the beige living room carpet that feels wonderful when you have achy feet, a hunter green sofa where you and Bob have watched so many movies you can't even keep track of them all.
-Hot summer days are spent swimming in the lake, diving for all kinds of treasures (although some friendly creature of the deep has spat up a few license plates every now and again, lol). Barbecues are very, very common and you and Bob also frequent the plant nurseries to try and get seeds and sprouts for your backyard greenhouse.
-Nighttime is what you and Bob live for though. You guys will start locking the house up as soon as the sun starts going down, getting baths and showers out of the way (Bob uses a stupidly good body wash that smells absolutely divine). As soon as you're good to go, Bob will make sure the mini splits are blowing cold air before he sticks a movie on. Usually the two of you will just do cartoons or something before bed. Bugs Bunny was always a favorite of Bob's and something that you'd both laugh your asses off and fall asleep to.
-Snuggling with Bob in bed is pure heaven. He wears those silky short sleeve and shorts pjs to bed and he smells so good after a shower. Sometimes you'll blow soft little raspberries on his belly when his shirt rides up or you'll tickle his sides. He absolutely has to sleep with the mini splits going during the summer because he's like a human space heater (lol).
gah so perfect š„¹ this life with bob is truly what he deserves, as do i! what i would give to snuggle up in bed with him, in our perfect, little, cosy home that weāve curated together š„° thank you for this sweet thought, my love! š
Okay. Listen. I love the concept where Jake gets dumped for his love's insecurities getting too strong and then him taking it and/or being hurt by it and staying away and then both being heartbroken for a long time before reconnecting, I really do. It's great and the angst is amazing and the reunion is so sweet. But. Hear me out. Hangman thinks that everything is going great and that they are all good and the relationship is growing and then he gets a text. A text that they should stop seeing each other. That it is just not working. Goodbye. Now, his first reaction is shock. Then confusion. Sure, there is anger and hurt too, flickering about, but they die out pretty quickly - hurt less so, it just becomes the tiniest violin in the orchestra of confusion and something loud, that is the feeling of missing something. That something is just not right. And that is not something that is an acceptable feeling in Jake 'Hangman' Seresin's world. He needs to know. He needs all the details. He didn't become the best by missing things or not understanding something. He always knows everything he needs to know to be on top of the situation and be adequate, more than adequate in any situation life presents him with. And if not, he is going to get the information he needs. He is on a mission now. He will hunt you down just to get an explanation, just to get to talk to you, because he believes it in his heart, that you, he and what you had going deseve better than a breakup over text. When he gets to you, he is not aggressive, not at all, just desperate. Desperate to the bone. He has pleading eyes and an even more pleading tone, one that no one ever heard from him before and he will be damned if he lets anyone else, especially the Daggers, ever hear him like this. He will coax the truth out of you. He will stand there, or sit there in silence for as long as you need to let the truth out. He will hold your hand to give you strength if you need that, or he will keep his hands to himself if that is what you need. He will do whatever it takes for you to feel comfortable enough to tell him, but he will also not let it go. He knows you would be most comfortable not talking about this at all, but he just can't have that. He wants to honour what you had by having this conversation, even if it really is the last time you'll speak to him. And then when you tell him you didn't think you were good enough, or reveal any other insecurity that made you quit? His heart breaks to hear you would ever think that, but at the same time, he feels the greatest relief too, and a strange, tiny, but strong sense of validation in his heart. Validation that him feeling like what you had truly was special and did mean more to you too, that he didn't just delude himself. And then he is pouring his all into making your insecurities go away, to reassure you and make you feel as good about yourself as you deserve, and to let you know just how special and wonderful you are. To let you know that nothing could make him love you less. And he is the happiest ever when you agree to get back together again.
yes, very much so, yes, my dear anon š„¹ jake is determined to the bone. he canāt leave things unfinished and he canāt leave without having closure. he wouldnāt get defensive about it either. he just needs to know why and what he could do to make this better. his desire for perfection definitely drains him at times, but in these circumstances, itās about him wanting to become a better person. thank you for this wonderful thought, my dear anon! š
