#bloomiize: hardthoughts

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being gooner jakes pregnant gf

i see the vision. i think he would have an INSANE breeding kink when it comes to you. He just loves seeing you full of him and he wants to take care of you SOOO BAD

i hope u enjoy this mini fic!

gooner!jake’s still a perv, eyes glued to you in his shirt. You're drowning in it and he's loving the sight. He’s obsessed, especially with the idea of breeding you again, filling you up, keeping you pregnant forever. His hands shake as he hovers near you, cock already twitching in his sweats.

"Fuck, baby," he groans, kneeling between your legs as you sit on the edge of the bed. His hands grip your thighs, spreading them gently but desperately. "Look at you, so full of my baby. Gotta put another one in you, wanna see you swollen like this always." His voice is teasing but you know he meant every word.

"Jakey," you gasp, fingers tangling in his hair as he tugs the shirt up, exposing your soaked panties. "Be gentle, I’m—"

"I know, I know," he whines, kissing your inner thighs, teeth grazing skin. "I’ll be good, promise, but fuck—you’re so perfect." His fingers slip under your panties, teasing your wet folds, and he moans like he’s the one being touched. "So wet for me. You want it too, don’t you? Want me to breed you again?"

You nod, too hazy to argue, and Jake loses it. "Taste so fucking good," he mumbles, lips locked around your clit, sucking hard enough to make you arch. When he finally pulls back, his face is slick, eyes wild. He fumbles with his sweats, cock springing free; red, leaking, painfully hard. "Gonna fuck you," he groans, "Gonna fill you up, breed you again—fuck, please. You're doing so good for me"

He pushes in slow to not hurt you. His thrusts are shallow, careful, but desperate, he can’t stop. "I love you so much" he sobs, forehead pressed to yours. "Wanna keep you full, always. Let me put another baby in you, fuck—"

When he finishes, he doesn’t pull out, staying buried, kissing your neck sloppily. "Gonna do it again," he mumbles, already hard. "Gonna fill you up forever."

gooner!jake, groggy from sleep, is stirred awake by your voice. "Jakey, I had the wildest dream..." He grunts softly, barely conscious but signalling he's hearing you. You scoot closer, whispering, "I was pregnant, and you... you were so good to me."

He mumbles, "Y/n, it's 2 a.m., let's sleep please."

But then you murmur, "Jakey... do you wanna breed me?"

Instantly, he's wide awake, rolling over to pin you beneath him.

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OMGG THE GOONER!JAKE WITH PREGNANT READER?? hear me out but him becoming obsessed with readers boobs being full with milk for their baby.. lactation kink with him goes wild

sigh i love gooner!jake... this wasnt supposed to be super long but I got carried away, forgive me TT

gooner!jake couldn’t tear his eyes away from you, sprawled on the plush couch in the living room. Your pregnant belly, round and radiant, was a constant reminder of the life you were nurturing

gooner!jake knows its supposed to be a sweet moment but he can't stop staring at your chest. Full, heavy, and brimming with milk, that had him undone just thinking about it. They strained against the thin cotton of your oversized shirt, your nipples peeking out. His mouth went dry, and his fingers flexed against his thighs, itching to touch, no, to suck.

"Baby," he rasped, voice thick with that desperate edge you’d come to recognize. "You’re killing me." He slid closer, arm draping over your stomach.

"Jake," You scold, "I'm literally sitting here doing nothing."

"Don't call me that," He whines, hiding in the crook of your neck. "You look so good right now, I just wanna try something.."

"Jake.." You warn when his hand moves from your belly to under your shirt.

"That's not what you usually call me..." Jake sulks and pouts. "It'll feel so good, I promise— please. Just let me make you feel good." His hand stops right at your chest, grabbing a handful and kissing your neck.

You tilted your head, a playful smirk dancing on your lips. "They’re for the baby, Jakey," you teased, but the way your voice softened told him you were okay with it. You shifted, the movement making your shirt cling tighter, and a single bead of milk leaked from your nipple, soaking through the fabric. Jake’s breath hitched, a groan escaping his throat as he leaned in.

"Please," he whispered, his hands hovering just above your skin, trembling with restraint that you know he doesn't have. "Please, oh god, please," You nodded, lifting the hem of your shirt slowly, deliberately, exposing the swollen curves that had become his obsession.

He exhaled shakily, squeezing you. His thumbs brushed over your nipple, and when another drop of milk escaped, he caught it with his lips, tasting the sweet, warm essence that was yours alone. "Fuck," he murmured against you, voice muffled, lost in the moment. "You’re so perfect."

Jake’s lips stayed on your nipple, his breath hot and uneven as he pulled back for a moment, a thin thread of milk shining on his lower lip. His eyes, dark with raw devotion, locked onto yours, pupils blown wide with need. "You have no idea what this does to me," he confessed. He licked the droplet from his lip, savouring, before going back in with a new hunger. His mouth latched on again, needier this time, the wet suction sending shivers through your core.

Each tug was deliberate, desperate, his tongue curling and flicking against the sensitive bud as if memorizing its taste. As he drank deeper, the faint sweetness of your milk drove him wild. His hand, warm, cupped your breast, fingers gently massaging to get more to come out. The other arm tightened around your waist, pulling you right against him, as if he couldn’t bear even an inch of space between you.

"Fuck, it’s so perfect," he gasped, breaking away just long enough to speak, his lips swollen and wet. His gaze flickered to your other nipple, and he latched onto the other side so fast. His teeth grazing ever so slightly, not enough to hurt, just enough to make you gasp. His moans grew louder, more desperate, each one vibrating through you as he sucked harder, lost in the taste of it.

Jake’s body pressed closer, his hips twitching faintly. His tongue chased a stray bead of milk that escaped, licking it with a need that made your breath hitch. Every touch, every sound, was his obsession with you.

You threaded your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly, and he moaned, the sound vibrating against your skin. "Are you gonna save some for our kid or do I have to stop you?" you whispered, half-laughing, half-breathless, and he grinned against you, unashamed, utterly yours.

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guys hear me out Jake overstimulating himself Cus yn didnt cum yet <3

I LOVE THIS!! lyn i love ur req pls never go bald </3 sigh i love a man who will push himself just to please

Jake’s a mess.

His cock twitches violently as he thrusts into you, all flushed and leaking, his thighs trembling with every movement. He’s already cum once, maybe twice—you can’t remember, it’s all a blur, but he hasn’t stopped. He won’t stop. Not until you do.

His hair is stuck to his forehead, his chest heaving, and his body soaked with sweat. "P-please," he stammers, voice rough, "I— I’m close again, I c-can’t—fuck! N-not yet—" His hips jerk messily, cock sensitive and red, but he’s still going, still pumping into you desperately. "You haven’t—haven’t cum, I need to feel you cum, please."

He’s crying a little now. Not like, sobbing but those pathetic, frustrated little whines fall from his lips each time your pussy flutters and he thinks it might finally be happening. "I need to feel it. I need it so bad." His voice cracks and he thrusts in deeper, slower, so you can feel every inch of him, even though it’s way too much for him now. "I c-can’t take it, m’so sensitive—hurts, baby. Cum around me—please—I wanna feel it, wanna be inside you, wanna be your toy."

You whimper his name, thighs tightening around his waist, and that's all it takes for him to lose whatever rhythm he had left. "F-fuckfuckfuck, please," he babbles, eyes glossy, "Use me, baby, I don’t care. M-make yourself cum on me—please! I’m gonna cum again—"

His hips stutter as he starts shaking, but he presses his hand down between your legs, rubbing tight circles around your clit. "Please, baby, I can’t stop. Hurts so good— need you to finish, I'm begging. Let me be good for you, please. I wanna be good for you."

And when your back arches and your walls tighten around him, he sobs into you, cumming again with a broken moan against your neck, whispering, "Thank you, thank you, thank you—"

Overstimulated, cock twitching, body wrecked and he’d still get up, crawling if he had to, if it meant making you cum again.

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1st time with gentleman and bf jay

really gentle sex with him because he's too afraid he's going to break you :( he literally holds himself back for you and priorities your pleasure. he makes sure yn is doing okay even if she's all shy and embarrassed

OMG OMG HE WOULD 100% ALWAYS PUT YOU FIRST!! I'm so sorry for this super late answer I was gonna add a scene like this in "ill be watching" but it just didn't write out how I wanted it to :( BUT... i still have the draft so enjoy!

Jay hovered above you, his dark eyes locked on yours, searching for reassurance. He was holding you like you were made of porcelain, laying you down with care. His muscles were flexed as he gripped the sheets below you. His hands trembled, fingertips grazing your cheek with a hesitance, scared to break you. Jay's jaw clenched, showing all the effort it took to restrain himself, his body practically vibrating with the need to hold back.

“Baby,” he whispered, voice rough with desire, “you’re sure you’re okay? We can stop anytime.” The strain in his voice was obvious, like going slow was physically killing him, but he endured for your sake.

“I’m okay, Jay. Just… nervous.”

Leaning down to kiss your forehead, his breath warm and unsteady. “I want this to be perfect for you. Only you.”

His kisses trailed down your jaw, your neck, each one slow and deliberate, as if grounding himself to keep from losing control. Fingers twitching with the urge to grip harder, but refusing. When he reached the hem of your shirt, he waited, eyes looking into yours. “Can I?”

When you nodded he almost lost it. It was painful for him, this slow pace, but your pleasure was his sole focus.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his hands finding yours to intertwine your fingers, finding himself lost in the connection. His eyes flickered, pupils blown, betraying how much he was holding back, how much he craved to let go and just take you right then and there.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he said, voice low, almost a growl, as he positioned himself above you, pushing in agonizingly slow.

When he finally moved, it was with a gentleness that made your breath catch. Every thrust was careful, slow, his eyes never leaving your face, watching for any sign of discomfort. His own pleasure was secondary—his focus was you, always you.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, eyes squeezing shut. “You feel too good, baby.”

He pulled back slightly, not moving at all. His chest moving rapidly as he fought for control. “I—shit, I need a second,” he confessed, voice raw, his forehead resting against yours. “I don’t wanna… not yet.” His restraint was killing him, his body trembling with the need to keep going, but he wouldn’t—not until he was sure you were taken care of.

He exhaled shakily, kissing you softly. He started moving again, slower than before, even more careful, his fingers sliding down to tease your sensitive bud.

“That’s it,” he murmured, watching your reactions, adjusting his touch to what made you shiver most. “Let me make you feel good.”

Only when you clenched around him did he let himself have his own release, quiet but intense, his body shaking as he buried his face in your neck, whispering your name like a prayer.

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tell me this isn’t Jake 🤭🤭

https://x.com/unholyavery/status/1851028614118039950?s=46

https://x.com/mystnothere/status/1889446128011116584?s=46

YURRRR that is so him. here are my quick thoughts bc if I let this settle for too long ill tweak out and it wont leave my brain. like imagine him begging you and gripping your arm while you jerk him off. he's so overstimulated and he's alr came so many times for you but you wont stop.

"y-yn please i-i cant"

"you're doing so good baby, just one more please" while your rubbing him at a brutal pace. He looks like he's in pain but his eyes are rolling back and his tongue is sticking out like a dog in heat.

He's overstimulated and worn out, he's given you all that he could but you still want more. How could he deny you that?

"i'm gonna cum please ohmygod i cant-" Jake is a whiny mess. he's whimpering and crying, his body is twitching and his tip? yeah its bright red, begging to release.

You dont slow down or stop, you praise him for being so good to you, "just one more jakey", "you're doing so good for me", "almost there you're so close".

"fuckfuckfuckfuck!" he finishes with a devastating groan. he's a mess. Jake's head is thrown back, his hips are pushing into your hand to ride out his high and he's absolutely ruined, just how you like him.

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Goober!Jake is so good!!! Plssss more 😩 need him to use a pocket pussy so bad 😵‍💫😵‍💫

Tysm for reading!! I HAVE MANY THOUGHTS ABT THIS!! its a little freaky...

warnings: cum eating, gooner!jake is the entire warning idk what else to tell ya

this mini fic takes place before part 1, when you had no idea he existed.

UGHH gooner!jake using a pocket pussy would be so messy. like borderline gross. But when is he not? His hand is tired and humping his pillow isn't the same so he might as well use the toy he got as a "joke". The rubbery silicon isn't the same as a warm pussy but he closes his eyes and pretends he's fucking you. His dick is bullying this poor toy, he likes to think he would be more gentle if it was you but we all know he wouldnt be. Gooner!jake doesn't care that he's cummed already, he'll just fuck it back into you the pocket pussy. I imagine gooner!jake to say things like

"yeah you like that? fucking slut" or "you wanna be bred so bad don't you? squeezing me like that"

after he finishes - or well, he has to because he's shooting blanks at this point and his dick is so sensitive it hurts to rub. He cleans up your pussy, his pocket pussy by licking it clean. Slurping and pushing his tongue in every crevice possible just to get a taste, a glimpse of it. He doesn't have post nut clarity, in fact he loves how gross he gets for you. Jake wants you to ruin him in every way possible.

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OMG i got an idea what if we get a pov from reader that she was/is just like gooner!jake

ok so my original plan was to make yn a perv like jake and then they can be gross together LOL but it didn't fit into the story so I scrapped it </3 here's a snippet of what could've been

YOUR POV

This all started because of him. At first, it was just one glance; he was staring like he was gonna eat you. And now? You can’t stop thinking about it— about him. Jake was just another guy, but he was cute, shy and always a little too nervous around you but he was sweet regardless.

You saw how his eyes lingered a little too long on your chest and how he stared at your legs when you wore that skirt. You never meant for it to spiral like this, but you can't stop. Teasing him a little, calling him "Jakey" softly, looking at him like he's the entire world. It's not your fault though! He's just so adorable!

Sometimes when he’s sitting across from you, his shirt rides up a little, just enough to show off his abs— god you wish you could ride them— and you can’t look away. Or when he shifts, and you catch yourself glancing at the outline of his bulge. Is he hard or his dick just huge? Fuck. Slowly, he plagues your mind, thinking about what it’d be like to have him against you, pressing into you, his hands all over. You can’t control it.

At night, it’s even worse. You're in bed, fingers between your legs, moaning his name desperately, picturing what he’d feel like—how he’d sound, how needy he’d be. Your fingers are getting tired after you force another orgasm one after the other. It feels good but not good enough.

It's obvious he wants you too but he has so much self control. You want him to lose it. You want to be the reason he can’t think straight, the reason he can’t stop touching himself. You want him so fucked up over you, so ruined that he won’t even remember what life was like before you. You want him needy. You want him begging. You wonder if he's just as desperate as you are right now.

As the overstimulation makes you tremble, you get the idea to turn it into a little game, wondering how long Jake would hold out if you just left your panties out next time he came over.

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heiii, how is it going?🥰 if you feel like listen something, i hope so)) can you pls listen artemas - southbound and write something abt jake, i love song inspiration, wish you all the best

Omg i love that song!

my first thoughts on this song is TOXIC. its horny and desperate to feel something but its soooo toxic situationship coded. Like someone crawling back bc it feels good yk? its a bit longer than my normal mini works but enjoy!!

You're standing at the edge of his room like you don’t already know how this ends. He's slouched on his bed, hoodie sleeves pushed up with a look daring you to come closer.

You shove, he clings, one of you lies and says it’s casual, and just like that, you’re back at the beginning. This has never been about love, at least that's what both of you pretend.

It’s about control. Obsession. Power passed back and forth in kisses that taste like poison. You know he'll always come back and he knows you will too.

He opens his arms, you immediately make your way towards him, like your body’s been trained to react. Jake sits up. Hands on your waist. Pulls you into his lap like he needs to feel you just to breathe.

His lips are already against your skin. "How come you never stay longer?"

You try to push him away, but the words catch in your throat. "We can’t do this, Ja—" Your protest breaks into a moan as his teeth sink into your neck, sending a shock of heat straight to your core.

He pulls back just enough to whisper against your skin, voice tempting, "C’mon, baby. I’ll change. I’ll put you first. Let me be good for you."

It’s the same thing every time. The same lies. The same promises. You’ve let him in, trusted him, and each time, he just pulls away, leaving you more shattered than before.

"You won’t change," you whisper, barely coming out.

"Baby… put some faith in me." He says while trailing his hands up your shirt. He kisses your neck, your collarbone, every inch, slow, just to torture you.

"I know I’m not good for you," Jake says, mouth hot against your throat. "But I’d let you ruin me." He lays you back, eyes locked on yours, breathing ragged. Then he says it. Filthy. Raw. Begging.

"Come on," Jake murmurs, "violate me."

You know Jake. Instead of apologizing, he’d offer himself, do anything to keep you from leaving completely, just enough to pull you back in a few weeks.

"I want you to violate me," he says again—sharper this time, like he’s aching for it. "I'd crawl on my knees for you."

You ride his face with all the frustration, the longing, the love you've been hiding, and he takes it. Groaning, gripping your thighs, pulling you down harder, deeper, just to feel every inch of you. His hands hold you steady, his mouth working against you like he can’t get enough. Every moan that escapes you makes him harder, like he's addicted to the way you destroy him. "You’re perfect," he says against you, his voice desperate for more. He doesn’t stop or let up, loving how you crumble under him, completely undone.

By the end, you’re both shaking. And Jake? He’s got his arms around you, breathing hard, voice wrecked.

"You're not leaving this time," he whispers, "I swear."