Rone! My last weeks have sucked major ass. I had to put down one of my sweet cat babies who I was so attached to, she was mi baby and I her human. Then my son ends up with Covid a week before his musical show in which he’s a lead, and now I’m don’t with pneumonia and maybe Covid. Is there any way my fluffy Steve or Jake Jensen, or Colin Shea would comfort me? I’m sick of crying 💙
I'll try my best here, but note that I am attempting this while a tension headache rages, preventing me from sleeping for most of the night and morning.
Warnings for some maybe gross mentions of sickness things and dirty humor. You know you expected it; be real. No clue what the word count is and there has been absolutely no attempt at editing because I am le tired.
It's bad. It's just all bad.
You can't stop whining and breathing out these dramatic heavy sighs, but you don't care because it's all bad. This feels like your body, mind, and soul are all dying and fighting for who gets to go first...
...and they all want a prize and attention for their troubles.
Welp. Fuck you, mind, body, and soul. There's your prize. Eat me.
This is apparently them saying 'yes' to that challenge.
Normally, Jake works with his gigantic headphones on (when he's home), and since you can't hear him and can't remember whether or not he kissed you goodbye this morning (because maybe you're remembering yesterday or a week ago in your fever state), you just assume he isn't there or cannot hear you.
It's fine. You're strong. You don't need to ruin his day. You can take care of yourself.
Meds. Meds first.
Nope.
You crash land right out of the bed, smooshed between the frame and the wall. Maybe you can make this work. You sink into the fetal position to regain some composure before trying again.
"Jesus, baby, are you okay?"
Shit. He's home.
Your groaned attempt at 'm' fine' comes out like a death knell. Oh yeah, that'll get him back to work right away.
His arms are under you in seconds, but instead of just placing you back on the covers, he sits and cradles you while you cough.
"What all hurts?"
It's not until you open your mouth to answer and taste salt that you realize you're crying, but that just makes you more upset and cough again.
"Okay. Okay," he soothes, "I got you." Jake kisses your forehead and audibly hisses at the temperature. "Hang on. Let me just..."
He calls his team to make sure they know he'll be in and out of communication for a while. Afterward, he shuffles about the bed dressings and tucks you into a little makeshift nest, knowing you may stubbornly try to leave again.
Jake brings over a Powerade and the entire medicine cabinet in his meaty arms, proceeding to ask you about every possible symptom and weed through any meds to help you. The bottle is nearly gone by the time you swallow it all, so he gets another while fetching the thermometer.
"Oof, so hot, babe."
Nope, Jake, it very much hurts to laugh. Please rein in your Jensenness for the foreseeable future.
Shockingly, he does no such thing.
He gathers every pillow and blanket in the house, even grabbing your son's Star Wars comforter. It smells like your boy as you tuck it up to your chin and settle your head on Jake's thigh. He's brought his laptop into bed so you can snuggle while he monitors your fever.
"What about Bryce?" You can barely form the words.
"Called my sister. She'll pick BJ up at three and have a playdate. Take him to the Petunias' game tonight if needed."
Jake smiles. Leave it to him to ensure your kid is semi-named after a sex act. The bastard knows he's too adorable to say no to, and Bryce is just the same. It's awful. You love them so much.
And then Python attacks your feet twitching beneath all the covers.
What once was a scraggly kitten found proudly hunting a garter snake in your backyard has become a fat and happy lap cat...who will absolutely murder anything that wiggles.
You already had a BJ in the household, so no, Jake was not going to get away with calling the sweet--if vicious--grey tabby 'Anaconda.' There have to be some standards in this place.
There are no standards in this place.
"Hey, cutie," Jake mumbles, petting down your sweaty hair. You must have fallen asleep again. "Time for a re-up."
He gingerly feeds you the meds and more sports drink, offering some dry toast that you get a few bites of before the room spins a little and you give up.
Suddenly, you're on fire and all the covers must go away. Python chirps her annoyance at being buried momentarily before she just burrows right back in.
After another rest, Jake exclaims--far too loudly--that your fever's heading down, but you still feel very rough. Once he raps up one more call with Clay, confirms that Bryce will stay for the game, and hauls over the rest of the Powerade case to share, your big, burly man-child puts on 'Must Love Dogs' like you've done dozens of times before.
He laughs and cries with you, eventually slouching all the way down so that your head now rests on his chest, tucked under his chin.
Jake checks his watch before shifting to you excitedly. "Hey, you wanna do some more drugs?"
You groan out a less painful laugh than earlier and take the pills.
The credits roll and Jake scoops you up.
"Sorry, honey, where are my manners?! I've been with you all day and you're still not naked. Can't believe you put up with me..."
He sits you on the dressing bench by the bath as it runs, putting too much of too many good-smelling things in the water, and it's perfect. Jake takes his time to delicately peel off your sleepwear which you sorta want to burn now. He's an angel. He's too nice. The standards in this house are set way too high by him, and damn it, you're gonna cry--nope, you're already crying again.
Jake lets you soak while he texts his sister, showing you all the little videos of Bryce having the time of his life watching his cousin and kicking around a spare soccer ball with another player's little brother.
"I can work on his form," Jake mutters. "Oh! Look at that! See, I taught her the headbutt." He taps his screen excitedly while the streak of his niece races down the field. "Taught her that...."
Big goofball is all the family you could ever want, but he's an amazing uncle and father, too. Even though you're sick, you love these peaceful moments alone with him.
You feel that vice-grip of tension float away in the steam. Slowly, your body refills with you instead of aches and pain. You close your eyes while Jake giggles and shares terrible memes and jokes from his team. Your eyes finally open when he presses the back of his fingers to your neck, checking.
"Better?"
"Who are you," you whine.
"Hardy-har--" Jake stands from his spot on the bath mat "--you're not clammy anymore at least."
"That's what a hot nurse is for."
He doesn't engage with your antics, and instead grabs two big fluffy towels to set within your reach. "I'll go pick up BJ."
You stretch out like Python (except she wouldn't be caught dead in the water).
"Oh good, because then you'll come home to a BJ."
Jake snorts, shoving his fogging glasses up his nose, a tinge of pink creeping above the collar of his graphic tee.
"You're sick."
You wiggle your eyebrows and shimmy your breasts in the water, finally feeling a bit more human. "Yeah, baby. You love it."
"You know I do," Jake says solidly, kissing your very wet forehead before rubbing his goatee across your cheek.
There's no pain in the laughter this time. You're on the mend now. All is well in the Jensen Household of Total Loons, or it's getting there, in its weird Jensen way.
There is no option to not put terrible puns and dirty humor into a life with Jake Jensen. There just isn't. Fight me.
Hope this makes you feel better, dearie.
As my two fur babies have tried to impart kitty-power on me all day, I am so sorry to hear about your wee one. I'm sure she knew she was loved until to end and still very much is. I also hope you and your son recover quickly. Hopefully, he'll be ready for the stage in no time at all!
Summary: Jensen returns home from a night out on the town with The Losers, and makes an interesting choice...
Warnings: One swear word, drunken idiocy, fluff.
Word Count: 967
BANG!
You jolted awake, almost certain that someone had kicked the door down. Sitting up, you looked at your phone. 3 AM. You listened for the source of the noise as you recounted what your boyfriend had told you to do if someone broke in when he wasn't around, muttering the steps beneath your breath.
“Ssh!” You heard a familiar voice say, not realising how loud he was being. “You'll wake everyone up and they'll be grumpy!”
Sighing with relief, you relaxed. Of course it was your boyfriend Jensen. He always ended up pretty sloshed after a night out with his teammates, and when he was drunk he was more of a liability than a herd of cattle in a china shop. Turning on your bedside lamp, you listened out as Jensen stumbled through the house, making his way to your shared bedroom. The door creaked as Jenson opened it slowly, poking his head thorough the doorway. As he made eye contact with you, he looked at you sheepishly as if he was a toddler that had done something wrong.
“Did I make you grumpy?” Jensen quietly asked, doing his best not to slur his words.
“No, I'm not grumpy at all,” you said, in fact you couldn't hide your amusement. Drunk Jake was always a hilarious occurrence.
“Good,” Jake said as he plodded into the room, taking his glasses off and throwing them onto the floor.
You couldn't help but stare at Jensen as he tore his clothes from his body. After all this time, he still took your breath away. Even in the low light he looked glorious, and you took in his lean muscular body that looked as if it had been carved from marble as he clumsily chucked his clothes every which way. Soon he was stood before you stark bollock naked with a perplexed look on his face, as if he was trying to hack into a government mainframe.
“So, are you getting into bed or what?” You asked, patting Jensen's side of the bed.
“Erm…” Jensen started. “I'm sorry Miss... I mean, you're really pretty and all. But, my girl is the most beautiful, most wonderful woman in the whole world and I would never do anything that would hurt her.”
You couldn't figure out if you were meant to be flattered or insulted by Jensen's statement. But before you had chance to say anything back, Jensen had laid down on the floor and fallen asleep. You jumped out of bed and prodded his shoulder with your foot, but his only response was a loud snore. Kneeling down, you tried to shake him awake, but it was no use, Jake Jensen was dead to the world. There was no way you would be able to carry that hunk of muscle into the bed without injuring at least one of you; and even if one of his fellow Losers was awake and sober enough to come and help you, you knew that Jensen would never live it down.
Pushing yourself back onto your feet, you retreated from the bedroom to grab what you needed. Upon your return, you covered Jensen with a blanket and you did your best to squeeze a pillow beneath his head. Finally, you put his glasses, phone as well as a glass of water and painkillers somewhere where he could see them, but also where they couldn't be knocked over. Climbing back into bed, you had to suppress the giggles that had formed as you thought about what fun you were going to have with Jensen in the morning.
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Jensen was woken up by a beam of sunlight shining into his eyes. As he slowly sat up, he tried to figure out where on Earth he could be. It didn't help that the room was spinning. Spying the round frames of his spectacles, he reached out and put them on while he tried to get his bearings. He quickly realised that he had been sleeping on the floor of his own bedroom. Before he could think too hard about why he had slept on the floor, he was hit with a wave of nausea and his head began pounding. He reached for the glass of water and painkillers and figured that you must have left them there.
Jensen slowly stood up on his feet and made his way to the kitchen, grabbing some PJ bottoms from the chest of drawers. As he got closer to the kitchen he was met with the aroma of bacon and fresh bread and Jensen thanked his lucky stars. How did he get so lucky as to have someone as caring and considerate as his girl? As he entered, you had your back to him, placing rashers of bacon between thick buttered slices of crusty bread. You must've sensed him as you quickly turned to him and offered a small, sweet, sympathetic smile.
“How's your head?” you asked.
“It feels like The Petunias have been using it for soccer practice,” said Jake as he sat down at the breakfast bar with a groan. “Thanks for leaving out the water.”
“No problem,” You said as you put the plate as well as a large mug full to the brim with tea in front of him, a smirk forming on your face. “Now eat your bacon and then you're gonna tell me about this beautiful, wonderful girl of yours.”
Jensen gave you a confused look as you watched the gears in his head turn behind his glasses. Sitting on the stool beside him, you couldn't contain your laughter when Jensen gasped as the memories of the night before came flooding back. His face was soon crimson and he buried his face in his hands, cursing under his breath, swearing that he would never drink again.
Summary: You definitely appreciate the angle of the dangle…
Note: Using my favorite scene from this movie is possibly the greatest joy of my life😁
Warnings🛑: guns, violence, mentions of blood, smut(unprotected vaginal sex, oral(fem and male receiving), spanking, spitting(kinda))
Part 1 Part 3
Things with Jake were amazing…
“You make such a hot tech guy baby.” I smiled as I folded his clothes into his duffel bag he’d be carrying.
“You make such a hot tech guy baby.” I smiled as I folded his clothes into his duffel bag he’d be carrying.
“Oh yeah?” Jake asked, slyly winking at me which had me melting.
“God please! No more flirting, I can’t take it!” Pooch groaned, giggles falling from my lips at his dramatics.
“I’m in love Poochie, leave me alone!” I yelled playfully, wrapping my arms around Jake’s neck.
“You two disgust me,” Pooch scoffed, gagging as Jake’s hands squeezed my ass.
I couldn’t help but to laugh, kissing Jake’s cheek after Pooch ran out of the room.
“I don’t think we’re gross.” I inputted, smirking at Jake as I got on my tipey toes.
“Not at all baby,” Jake smiled, leaning the rest of the way to connect our lips sweetly.
Once at our destination, I went in first up to another floor where I’d be waiting for Jake. I hacked into the mainframe of the human resource representatives computer so “Skippy” from tech had to install a firewall. I looked at my watch, tapping my foot in front of the elevator impatiently.
The door opened, Jake standing in just a tshirt and boxers in front of me. My eyes widened, panties flooded as I looked my man up and down. I zeroed in on his prominent bulge, his black boxers defining it extremely well.
“Likin’ the angle of the dangle?” he smirked, his crooked smile sent shivers down my spine.
“Oh, I’m very much likin’ it baby.” I grinned as I entered the elevator, pushing him back against the wall.
I pushed the stop button before turning back to Jake, stripping him of his shirt. Our lips smashed together, fighting feverishly against the other. I pushed the stop button on the elevator, Jake already unbuttoning my shirt. I batted his hands away, smiling as I knelt in front of him.
I pulled his boxers down, my mouth watering at the sight of his huge cock. I made eye contact with him as I licked up from his balls to the tip, earning a deep moan from his chest. I spat on my hand, using it for lubricant as I moved my hand up and down his shaft while licking the precum off the head.
“Fuck baby, you’re so fucking hot.” Jake groaned, pulling my hair into a sloppy ponytail.
“I love your cock baby, it’s so big.” I said sultrily, kissing the head before taking him down my throat.
Jake’s head fell back against the wall, his eyes closing as I sucked all the way back up. I used my other hand to massage his balls, tenderly rubbing my thumb against his skin. I got into a rhythm as I bobbed my head up and down, going off complete instinct since I’d only done this one other time.
“Fucking christ woman, you’re gonna kill me.” Jake growled as I suckled on his tip.
I smiled to myself as I went back to bobbing my head, eager to make him fall apart. His legs began to shake, his grip on my hair tightening as he shot his hips forward. I choked a bit, moaning as he fucked my throat. I looked up at him through my lashes, and he was done for. His cum spurted down my throat, my lips coming up as I sucked on his tip again to get every last drop.
“Oh my baby, that was so amazing.” he panted, helping me up to my feet.
“Anything for you Jakey,” I whispered, smashing my lips to his as we both wrapped our arms around each other.
After Jake got the information he needed, The Losers headed back to base so he could look more into the program. He'd spent day and night looking into it, not sleeping a wink much to my displeasure. I heard his sigh of distress, my feet taking me to him immediately.
“Baby, you need to take a break.” I said softly, massaging his tense shoulders.
“It shouldn’t take this long to crack a fucking algorithm.” he grunted, pushing the laptop away.
I turned him around slowly, pulling his hands as I guided him to our bed. I laid him down on his stomach after removing his shirt, straddling his back as I massaged his shoulders. Jake sat his glasses on the bedside table before completely relaxing into my touch, now sighing with relief.
“There you go handsome,” I encouraged, kissing his lips quickly before going back to my task.
I couldn’t help how riled up I was getting after a while of hearing his moans, groans, and whines. It took everything in me to not grind my pussy on his plump ass to relieve some of the tension. My clit pulsed with need, and I wondered if Jake could feel it. I got my answer when he was suddenly flipping over on his back, scooting me up his chest.
“J, wha-what are you-” I started, glad I was only wearing his shirt and panties.
“My girl needs some attention.” he grinned, winking as he pulled me up until I hovered above his face.
I removed my shirt as I watched Jake move my panties to the side before diving in. I choked on a moan, grabbing a handful of his hair as I hung on to the headboard with my free hand. His tongue slithered around my clit before sucking it into his mouth, causing me to jolt my hips. The feeling of his goatee rubbing against my sensitive skin only exhilarated the feeling more, I was completely on cloud nine.
“Oh god baby, shit that’s so good.” I whined, gyrating my hips faster and his tongue worked wonders.
“You taste like heaven, I don’t think I’ll ever be done.” Jake smirked, exciting me to the max.
I would give anything to have his pretty head between my legs all the time. Despite his inexperience, he was doing wonderful. There was nothing I would change about him, I was completely obsessed with this man. I felt my orgasm about to crash, Jake must have felt it too since he sped up his movements and assisted my grinding hips.
“Jake I-I’m- shit I’m gonna cum.” I whispered, hips stuttering as the band snapped.
Stars filled my vision as I came hard on his tongue that was more than eager to lap up everything. My legs shook under his strong hands that held me to him, the aftershocks flooding through my system.
“Jakey, too much.” I whimpered, and he rolled so I was on my back.
“I’m sorry baby, did I hurt you?” he asked worriedly, frantic as his eyes searched mine.
“No not at all baby, just kiss me.” I grinned, rubbing his goatee.
Jake smiled and did just that.
“Oh shit!” Jake exclaimed, alerting Pooch, Roque, Cougar, and I.
“What?” I asked.
“Fadhil, Aisha is his daughter!” Jake shouted in disbelief.
“That bitch set us up!” Roque growled, stomping off to where Clay and her were holed up.
The rest of us followed, guns drawn and ready. Roque busted down the door, all of us crowding in the room with our guns pointed at Aisha.
“She’s Fadhil’s daughter! She’s-oh shhhhhiiit!” Jensen swore as he held up his hands.
“She's-she's got a gun, and it’s pointed at my dick! Clay, it's pointed at my dick!” he complained.
“Baby where's your gun?!” I hissed.
“Um-in the van.” he shrugged.
“What’s it doing there?” Pooch groaned.
“Not much,” Jensen sighed.
“Will you two shut the hell up?!” Roque snarled.
“Ok well I have a girlfriend and I need my dick, you know how would you feel if it was your-” Jake ranted, but Aisha fired a shot that knocked him down.
“Jake!” I gasped, taking cover behind Pooch as I knelt by him.
“She shot me!” Jake yelled, almost as if it was more of an inconvenience.
“You’re gonna be just fine my love, let’s get out of here.” I said while trying to put on a brave face.
Luckily, Jake was only grazed so there was nothing serious about his injury. I sewed him up quickly, trying to keep my mind off of what if she’d aimed slightly to the left. The bullet would have hit his heart.
“All done superman,” I sighed, cleaning up my mess while Jake adjusted his shirt.
“Baby,” he called, I couldn't look at him without crying so I simply hummed my answer.
I heard movement, seconds later feeling strong arms wrap around me from behind. Jake kissed my cheek, nuzzling his nose in my neck as a form of comfort since he wasn’t always best with words.
“I’m ok sweetheart,” Jake whispered against my skin.
“I know,” I croaked, quickly wiping a stray tear.
“I think I look pretty badass.” he joked, beaming when he got a small chuckle from me.
“You always look badass to me baby,” I said as I turned in his hold.
“You’re so good at turning me on.” Jake moaned, a real laugh sounded from me as I hugged him tight around his waist.
“It’s always my goal, my love.” I giggled, lifting my head to lean in and kiss his lips.
We couldn’t pull away from each other, caught up in the taste of each other as we slithered down to the floor of the warehouse. Jake had my shorts off while I pulled his pants just enough so I could free his cock, straddling him as I sank down.
“Oh-Jakey, yes.” I sighed, whimpering as he bottomed out.
He was so damn big, at this angle I felt every sweet inch of him. Jake grabbed handfuls of my ass, squeezing hard before landing a smack to each cheek. I squealed with excitement, balancing my hands on his chest as I began bouncing.
“Oh my god baby, feels so good.” he growled, rutting his hips into mine which only made the feeling more intense for both of us.
“Please don’t stop, don’t stop please baby.” I sobbed, my clit rubbing against his abdomen just right as I rode him.
“Oh baby, I’d stay inside your pretty pussy for the rest of my life.” Jake smirked, reaching a thumb down and furiously rubbing it against the bundle of nerves.
“Yes baby, I’d love that.” I whimpered, sliding along his cock faster.
“Can feel you baby, gonna cum for me?” Jake panted as I squeezed around him.
“Yeah Jakey,” I moaned, and it only took one nore sloppy thrust and rub to my clit before I let go.
Jake shot his cum inside of me, growling as he held me close. I collapsed on his chest, filling the room with our panting breaths.
“I love you y/n/n.” Jake whispered, sending my heart soaring.
I sat up just enough to connect my lips to his, softly kissing him.
“I love you too Jakey,” I whispered back against his lips.
