#jason kolchek smut

[house-of-kolchek]

Hi !! I’ve been reading a bunch of your fics cause im hyper fixated on Jason Kolcheck rn. And I was wondering if you could do a Jason Kolcheck x reader fic where Jason has a breeding kink😵‍💫I would really appreciate if you did it cause my birthdays next week so it would be like a birthday present anyways, thats my request/idea. Thanks, love your fics❤️🤭

Hello!! Happy belated birthday dear!

I'm so sorry I was late with this - I was trying to get it finished by the end of the week but life got in the way a little bit. I hope you enjoy this!!

Put a Baby in Me, Darlin' (18+)

Jason Kolchek x Reader

Warnings? JasonhasabreedingkinkJasonhasabreedingkinkJasonhasabreedingkinkJasonhasa-

Word Count: 2k

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When Jason looked at you, he looked hungry. 

Which didn’t bode particularly well considering you were in the middle of a child's birthday party.

But no. You weren’t one to back down from a challenge.

You smirked at the man, sending him a wink before turning your attention back to the group of girls - all under the age of ten. You grinned, bowing your head and allowing one of the girls - Charlotte, who sported adorably mismatched pigtails - to place a too-small plastic tiara on your head. 

“My, my, what an honor to be granted the title of representative,” you gushed, your voice taking on an exaggerated posh accent. Charlotte giggled, returning your bow before rushing back to her friends, all sprawled across the lawn looking eagerly at your form. In their eyes, you could clearly see they didn’t understand even half your words, but they still faced you with the glimmer of absolute fascination.

“Repentive!!” One of the girls shrieked, erupting into laughter at the hilarity of the word. 

So maybe they were paying more attention than you gave credit for. 

“Alas!” you announced, your voice nearly cracking with your accent. “My first act as representative-” the girls giggled, erupting a soft pang in your heart “-will be to declare candy as every meal!”

The chorus of excited shrieking drew all the party’s attention to you, as a swarm of girls tackled you into a pile. Your tiara flew across the lawn, your hair tangling into the grass as you wrapped your arms around as many of them as you could manage. Fighting back grunts as elbows and knees poked into your gut, you couldn’t help the laughter escaping your lips as the group began chanting “Candy! Candy!” on repeat. 

“Alright, girls!” Another, much more adult voice cut through the chants. “Get off aunt (Name)!”

You noted the amusement in her tone as Jason’s sister, Amanda, entered your field of view. Pulling the crowd of kiddos off you, she gave a playful roll of her eyes, waiting for you to stand again.

“Candy Queen,” you mouthed, drawing a snort from her.

“I’m calling you when Barb’s bouncing off the walls at 1am you know,” she threatened, and you offered her a mild shrug, reaching down to ruffle the hair of the accused. 

As Amanda guided the children along to the recently unveiled pinata, a warm pair of hands wrapped around your waist. You stiffened for only a second, before Jason’s husky voice whispered against the shell of your ear. 

“Y’know, you’re really good with them,” he remarked with a dangerous glint to his tone. His palms swept under your shirt, warm against the skin of your stomach.

“Are you seriously trying to turn me on in the middle of your niece’s birthday party?”

“Is it workin’?” He chuckled as you slapped his wrists away, turning to press a brief kiss against the curve of his jaw. 

“No,” you teased, pinching at the collar of his shirt as you stepped away from him. “But I’m having fun getting you all riled up.”

His mouth fell open, a retort on his lips, as you made your way back over to the group of adults. You graciously accepted as one of Jason’s cousins offered you the opportunity to hold their newborn. With a flare of mischief, you glanced back over to your husband, quirking a brow at the intense stare he faced you with. The tips of his ears turned red, and just to rile him up further, you leaned to press a kiss against the baby’s little forehead.

It wasn’t like he kept it hidden. You saw the hungry way he looked at you any time you were around children. You’d heard him whisper “puttin’ a baby in you” at least more than twice in the bedroom. Hell, the first time you’d told him he could come inside you, it took him exactly two seconds to do just that.

And you were far from against it. You were good with kids, and you loved them. Especially in recent months, you’d found yourself fascinating about your own little bundle of joy. Your heart and your pussy swelled at the thought of a little one - hopefully sporting Jason’s deep brown eyes and your hair - staring back up at you with one of those toothless smiles you adored so much. 

And so, as the party drew to an end, and you bent down to kiss your niece goodnight, you took a new pleasure in the way Jason’s gaze bored into your back. You took your time offering goodbyes, teasing him relentlessly as you hovered by the front door. 

The drive home was rather uneventful, instead filled by a warm tension in the air. Jason drove quickly, his breaths heavier than usual. And yes, when you glanced down, you didn’t fail to notice the tightness against the front of his pants. 

Yeah. This was gonna be fun.

You followed Jason’s retreating figure, letting your gaze sweep up and down his body as he entered your home. His gaze stayed firmly cemented to the floor, that familiar quirk in his brows as he held his tongue. To hazard a guess, he almost looked embarrassed. 

Why? You weren’t quite sure. So, with a slight pang of sympathy, and less than slight ache in settling in your lower stomach, you finally gave him what he wanted.

“Alright handsome. You gonna put a baby in me or what?”

And Jason choked.

His gaze snapped to you, his pupils growing wide as you stepped closer, leaning in to brush your fingers across his chest. He mouthed quiet words, his adam's apple bobbing as you watched him go through the five stages of grief within two seconds. He’d been caught, until he started to realize that you liked it.

“I think I would make a pretty good mommy, don’t you?” you drawled, grinning wickedly as his arms tensed, his hands curling into tight fists. With a flash in his eyes, and another heavy gulp, Jason’s voice dropped an octave.

“You’re playin’ a dangerous game there, sweetheart,” he warned, and you brightened at the challenge. Curling both your hands into his shirt, you stood on your toes, your lips just barely brushing against his with each word you uttered. 

“Oh, I don’t play games… daddy.”

And in the next second, Jason scooped you into his arms, winding your legs around his waist and surging forward until your back hit the door. His lips collided with yours in a messy kiss, his tongue already prodding at your bottom lip. You gasped against his lips, wrapping your arms tight around his neck as you arched into his chest. His worn baseball cap hit the ground with a soft thump, and your hands flew into his hair, raking your fingers through the soft strands. 

With his hips pinning you against the wall, Jason leaned back enough to yank your shirt over your head. Dipping his head back down, he pressed hot kisses against the column of your throat. His fingers dug into your hips, holding you up enough so he could rut against your core, growing firmer with each thrust. 

“Bed,” you breathed out between gasps. Jason nodded against your skin, slipping his hands across your back as he walked you across the hall and into your room. Depositing you on the bed, he paused to strip his own shirt off, before covering you with the warmth from his skin as he continued to attack your neck and jaw with kisses. 

You keened as he bit into your neck, sucking hard enough to leave an angry purple mark just under the skin. Moving his mouth downwards, he turned his attention to your covered breasts, running his tongue along the curves in a searing line.

“I can’t wait to see these all swollen up,” he groaned, covering each breast with his hands and squeezing once, before he reached under your back to unclip your bra. His words sent a stream of heat to your core, and you rutted against him as his lips latched on to one of your nipples. 

“I bet you can’t,” you sighed out, drawing a deep grumble from his throat as you tugged on his hair. “But I bet this’ll drive you even crazier.” Latching your fingers around his, you dragged his free hand down, resting his palm across your abdomen. Jason’s lips fell from your skin, his eyes squinting shut as his hips bucked against yours.

“Fuck, the things you do to me,” he hissed, pressing one more hot kiss against your stomach before fumbling with the button of his jeans. With a flash in his eyes, he jerked his chin towards you, a sly grin tugging at the corners of his lips. “Strip.”

In an instant, your hands were at the waist of your pants, tugging them down with your panties in one swipe. Jason - ever the impatient man - helped yank the garment off your ankles, his hands gripping each of your knees to spread your legs. With a shuddering sigh, he let one hand cup the warmth between your legs, tracing a finger along your folds and groaning at the slick.

“Fuck, Darlin.’ Think you can take it without any prep?” he husked, his gaze fixated on your core as one hand absentmindedly stroked himself. 

Well, if you didn’t before, you sure as hell did now.

All it took was your nod, and Jason was leaning over you again, lining himself up before easing into you. You hissed out a long gust of air at the stretch, one arm reaching behind your head to dig your fingers into the sheets. 

“‘m gonna fill you up so good,” he grumbled, cupping the backs of your legs and pressing them back to your chest. Hovering over you, he set a rapid pace, drilling into you in a way that felt almost feral. 

Jason leaned over you, a bead of sweat dripping from his forehead against the valley between your breasts before he dipped down, his tongue running rapidly along your skin to lap it up. You groaned, rolling your hips against him, the friction against your clit adding to that delicious ache in your core. 

“What are you gonna do?” you hissed, your throat catching on the words as Jason gave a particularly hard snap of his hips. His lips seared against the skin of your collar as he groaned, his fingers digging into your sides.

“‘m gonna put a fuckin’ baby in you,” he chanted, his pace growing sloppy. The words sent heat straight to your core, and your nails dug in against his shoulders as you bucked your hips up to meet his.

“Say it again,” you ordered.

And he did.

Again, and again he chanted, his voice breaking and rising in pitch. The clipped sounds in the back of your throat met his as you yanked his head down, attacking his lips with tongue and teeth as the coil in you finally snapped.

Jason was soon to follow you, falling over the edge with a drawn out, shaky gasp. He fell across your trembling form, reaching to brush one of the many messy strands of hair away from your eyes. With a sheepish grin, he pressed a final, soft kiss to your shoulder, before heaving himself back to a seated position.

You groaned, your head falling back into the pillows as he angled your hips back. Pulling out, he watched, completely entranced as his release leaked from you. His finger traced under your entrance, swiping it all up and pushing back into you. You whined at the overstimulation, your thighs clamping shut, inadvertently pinning his hand in place as a makeshift-plug. Meeting your eyes, Jason’s grin grew, a mischievous glimmer forming in his eyes.

“Hey so what do you think of the name Simon?”

“Jason!”

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[yeslieutenant]

I Meant That Shit

A/N: HAPPY 2ND DAY OF KINKTOBER. Prompt for Day 2 - Breeding!

Warnings: Swearing, P in V SMUT, breeding kinkkkkk. Couple uses of the word “daddy”.

Word Count: 492

“Fuck doll- God keep doin’ that baby,” the marine growls, his fingers tightening on my hips as they undulate over his cock, my fingers squeezing his knees. His dark amber orbs roam the lengths of my skin, lingering on my neck, breasts, and navel, before they lock on his erection as it slides back inside my wet heat.

“Do you wanna come inside me, Daddy?” I say, my arms beginning to shake at the exertion, and I tighten them, attempting to lock my elbows. The motions don’t escape Jason’s damned perception, and he’s quick to react, flipping my much smaller body under his. Jason smiles, pushing some locks of my soft hair, firm muscles and surprisingly soft skin pushing against mine as I tangle my fingers in his hair, trying to bring his lips down to mine. The tender smile quickly morphes into a teasing smirk as he pushes his hips forward, tip kissing my cervix and all but forcing the air from my lungs.

“Does my baby girl want me to fill her up? Hmm?” His drawled voice is strong, lacking the broken panting it was so full of before. I feel my head nod, the motion practically involuntary at this point and I hear a light chuckle from the marine above me as his hips begin a fast rhythm, riding off the momentum I built up while riding him.

“Something funny, LT?” I ask, almost certain he won’t be able to make a single word out with the muffled gasps that break up the sassy question.

“Oh nothin’, doll,” he mumbles against my neck, hot breath sending a shiver down my spine. “Just waiting for that pretty little pussy to squeeze my cock so I can paint it white.” My body shudders, walls tightening around his still pistoning length. “Oh you like that idea, baby? Want me to fuck my babies into you?” My reaction is impossible to hide when he’s this close. My eyes slip shut, a high pitched moan ripping from my throat as his dexterous fingers slide down, rubbing fast circles onto my clit. “Come for daddy, baby. Let me get you pregnant, baby.”

The knot in my belly snaps, waves of white heat coursing through me like a tidal wave. My hands clench in his chestnut locks, a long groan leaving Jason’s pink lips at the sensation as he buries himself one last time, growled expletives and my name spilling out as he releases. I expect him to pull out, flop to my side with a huff, pulling me close until my cheek rests against the solid muscles in his chest. But he doesn’t.

Jason’s cock stays put, slowly softening inside me.

“Jase, babe? What are you doing?” I giggle parts of the question, post-coitial high evident.

“I told you I was gonna knock you up, doll. I meant that shit,” he says with a small smirk. This man is gonna be the death of me.

*****

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𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐊𝐨𝐥𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐤 《 House of Ashes 》

𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 《 House of Ashes 》

𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐛 𝐂𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐬 《 The Quarry 》

𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐭 《 The Quarry 》

𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐧 《 Bridgerton 》

𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐧 《 Bridgerton 》

𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 《 DSMP 》

𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐛𝐬 《 DSMP 》

𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐥 《 Encanto 》

𝐃𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 《 Prisoners 》

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[writtenjewels]

One Night Stand

[Part one? IDK this is already super long. I think I'm incapable of writing PWP]

Jason needed to get away from base for a while. He dressed down and put on a different hat to shade his face, though he knew it wouldn't help much with his pale skin making him stand out. He hoped that looking like a civilian would at least reduce the looks he'd get from the locals. He wasn't stupid enough to enter the nearby town without some protection: he kept a knife strapped to his thigh just in case.

Jason didn't really plan on going anywhere specific, but after wandering the streets for a while he found himself in a bar. It was dim and smokey: the perfect place for Jason to sit for a while. He didn't know enough Arabic to order a drink so he just pointed to what he wanted. Jason scanned the crowd as he nursed the beer.

Most of the patrons looked like guys his age, probably here to relax after a hard day's work. Jason felt a stir of interest looking at a few of them. Normally his instinct was to squash it down but this time he let it be. The past year had consumed him with his training and settling into military life. There was no time for much beyond a quick wank in the shower. Jason messed around a little in college but after that, he was too high to really enjoy encounters.

He was in a foreign country; he would never see any of these guys again. Most of them wouldn't even speak his language. His eyes moved over them slower to take in their faces and bodies. Interest stirred again; some of these guys looked his type. Jason was on his feet approaching one of the patrons.

Am I really going to do this? He paused in front of the stranger and cleared his throat. The man turned to reveal a rounded, clean-shaven face. His dark hair was kept in short curls, his dark eyes curious as they fixed on Jason.

“English?” Might as well gauge how much he would need to pantomime.

“Yes.”

“What're you drinkin'? I'll buy ya the next round.”

“Club soda.” The man's lips moved into a faint smile, making his features even more appealing. “I'm not a very big drinker.”

“Probably for the best,” Jason drawled. “The beer's pretty shit.” That made the man smile wider. Holy shit, this guy was pretty. “You mind if I sit down?” Jason asked, tapping the back of the empty chair.

“Please do,” the man invited. “I would love to practice my English with an American.”

“Geez, am I that obvious?” Jason groaned, flopping into the seat. The man let out a little chuckle.

“I just recognize your accent from cowboy movies. My name is Salim,” he added, holding out a hand. Jason's mind raced: should he tell this guy his real name? It really wasn't what he was aiming for.

“Jay,” he introduced, shaking the hand. “So, you ain't a big drinker but you're here at a bar.” He raised an eyebrow hoping Salim picked up on the unspoken question.

“I'm here for the company,” Salim admitted. Perfect, Jason thought. He leaned in, making sure to lower his voice so Salim had to lean in, too.

“I'm told I can be pretty good company.” He wasn't sure Salim would catch the suggestive meaning, so Jason ran a finger along the lip of his beer before sticking it in his mouth. Salim's eyes widened and a blush spread over his cheeks. “It's okay if you ain't interested,” Jason assured him.

“No. I mean,” Salim corrected, “it's been a long time since I've had that sort of company. I am interested, though.” Silence fell after the admission. Jason wasn't sure what to do now; he really wasn't in the mood for a quickie in the bar restroom. But he couldn't exactly take this guy back to base, either.

“Know any good motels nearby?”

“Oh.” Salim turned a little more red. “Y-yes, there's one a few streets away. Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Don't see why not.” Jason nudged his beer forward so Salim could see just how little Jason drank. “You're hot.”

“Thank you,” Salim answered, even more flustered. It was pretty endearing. He reached out to tip the brim of Jason's hat up. “You are very attractive, too. Wait here while I pay my tab.”

An hour later they were getting a key to their room at the motel. Jason didn't understand a word of Salim's exchange with the owner. It didn't look like the owner guessed their true intentions for the room. Jason opened the door and found there wasn't much to it apart from a bathroom and bed. It looked clean enough, anyway. Jason removed his hat and shoes first before working off his clothes.

“Ahh.” Salim's noise made Jason pause. “Don't you want lube and condoms?”

“Got 'em,” Jason assured him. A marine always came prepared. Jason stripped off his shirt and tossed it to the floor. He felt Salim's eyes on him and stopped again to throw the other man a smirk. “You look like a deer caught in the headlights.”

“I'm not used to looking at male nudity in this context,” Salim confessed.

“Don't tell me I'm gonna be your first.”

“Not exactly.” Salim rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “As I said, it's been a while. I haven't gone out in years and before that, I was married.”

“So long as the marriage is a 'was',” Jason shrugged. “I ain't into fucking married dudes.”

“But you are into, ah, 'fucking dudes' in general?” Jason had to snort at Salim's use of the phrase. There was something so damn charming about the guy.

“Yeah. Pretty much exclusively.” Jason surprised himself by admitting that out loud. Maybe it was knowing he would never see Salim again that made him feel so comfortable. Jason loosened his belt and wiggled down to his underwear. “You gonna join me or what?”

“I, ah... of course.” Salim's fingers fumbled a little working at his shirt. “Sorry,” he added, eyes flicking to Jason. “You distracted me.”

“I'll take that as a compliment.” He watched with growing interest as Salim started removing clothes. The guy was broad and looked like he was carrying some weight. His dark hair continued to his chest, where it led a tempting trail down to his waistline. Arousal warmed him and Jason wet his lips.

“You're so pale,” Salim observed. He took a tentative step forward. “How long have you been in the country?”

“You really wanna have this conversation now?” Jason snorted.

“I'm nervous,” Salim defended. He reached out to rest a hand on Jason's side. The touch was warm and Jason could feel the rough brush of callous.

Salim's eyes fixed on Jason's face as he slid his hand along the marine's flesh. He followed the lines of hardened muscle up Jason's pecs, bypassing his nipples to squeeze into his shoulders. Jason let his mouth fall open to gasp for air as Salim touched him. Salim's eyes were growing darker with each passing second. Jason let out a soft moan, already eager for Salim to bend him over.

“Are these freckles?” Salim's lips skimmed Jason's cheek. Jason sucked in a sharp breath in response. “They look charming on you.” His breath teased Jason's skin, the tip of his nose sliding across to Jason's ear. “Do you like my body, Jay?”

“Yes,” Jason breathed out. He lifted his hands to tangle into Salim's chest hair. “Fuckin' love it. Nice and broad, and I like the way your chest hair rubs on my skin.” He squeezed his hands into the flesh and groaned. “Fuck, please tell me your cock is big, too.”

“Big enough,” Salim answered vaguely. His thumb pushed under the waistband of Jason's underwear and pulled it down. Jason kicked the material out of the way, groaning loudly when he felt Salim's hands cupping his ass. “It has been a long time for you, hasn't it?”

“Shuddup,” Jason grunted. He shoved Salim's underwear down and wet his lips again looking at what hung between the man's legs. “Yep,” he gulped. “That's big enough.” Salim let out a soft chuckle.

Jason knew the prep would be the most tedious part of the night. He climbed onto the bed and arched to present his ass. He figured to let his mind drift until it was over. Salim didn't start stretching him like expected, though: instead he continued running his hands over Jason's body, starting with the marine's ankles and feeling his way slowly up. He treated Jason's thighs to a gentle massage and, on instinct, Jason shifted his legs farther apart.

“Why me?” Salim asked suddenly. His fingers teased Jason's inner thighs, making the other shudder. “Out of all the men in the bar, you approached me. And don't say it's just because I'm 'hot'.”

“I ain't gonna stroke your ego, Salim,” Jason grunted. “Why'd you say 'yes'?” he shot back.

“I think,” Salim mused, sliding a finger between Jason's cheeks and pressing against his entrance, “we have the same reason.” He pushed in and Jason went still at the sensation. Salim's fingers felt a little different, but not unpleasant.

Salim took his sweet time in sliding that first finger in. Meanwhile his other hand was going up Jason's body to caress under his pecs. Jason's fingers curled into the bed sheets. A thumb teased just under his nipple and he twitched. The motion repeated, slower, and this time Jason whimpered.

“Should I stop?” Salim asked him.

“No,” Jason huffed. “Just wasn't expectin' any petting shit. I like it,” he added as assurance. Salim's thumb ran under Jason's nipple again and Jason groaned in response. He was aware of Salim's finger working him loose, but more of his attention was on Salim's thumb. He would appreciate the tactic if he wasn't so eager for the next brush against his skin.

Salim's thumb pressed right on the nipple and rubbed. Jason twitched again, arching his body. A second finger fit into him and Salim rubbed Jason's nipple again to distract him. It went on that way, Salim playing with Jason's nipples as his fingers loosened and stretched Jason open. When a third finger was added, Salim had moved on to lightly pulling and twisting Jason's nipples.

Jason was going to lose his goddamn mind. He didn't plan for this at all but was loving every second of it. He didn't even know he was touch-starved until Salim's hands started moving over him. Now he was a whimpering mess, his cock hard and dripping between his legs. He barely stirred when he heard Salim opening the condom.

“Forgive me, Jay,” the man huffed. “I can't wait any longer.”

“Go ahead,” Jason invited him. “Fuck me, Salim.” He felt the head spread him wide and he sank his teeth into the bed sheets to keep from screaming. He must have tensed anyway, as Salim immediately pulled out again to run his hands over Jason's body and murmur soothing words. “I'm good,” Jason grunted.

“I'll be gentle,” Salim promised. He pushed in again and Jason tried to relax into it. He knew it would feel good once Salim got going. The cock felt so huge, stretching Jason to his limit. It took forever before Salim finally nestled against the cradle of Jason's ass. He rolled his hips in a slow grinding motion that had Jason gripping tighter to the sheets.

“Ohmnguhhhd,” he groaned.

“What language was that?” Salim's voice was rough and husky, heavy breaths hot on Jason's neck and ear.

“Fuck you,” Jason slurred out.

“I'm afraid I'm not fluent.” Jason giggled despite himself. How was this guy able to be such a smart-ass? Slowly he felt Salim pull out of him until only the tip remained in, and then Jason was being filled again. Every nerve in his body was alive and buzzing from the feel of that huge cock stretching him. Salim's hands were still moving over Jason's body, too, teasing his ribs and squeezing his thighs.

Every time Salim pushed to the hilt, he moved his hips to grind against Jason's ass. Jason knew what the other was doing and tried lifting up on his knees. Eventually Salim found what he was looking for and grazed Jason's prostate. Jason nearly howled with pleasure.

“You'll make me cum with those noises, Jay,” Salim warned.

“Mmmngunna cum first,” Jason retorted dazedly. Salim struck the prostate on his next thrust, and then a second time before Jason could fully recover. His hips were picking up a rhythm Jason lost track of. “Close,” he gasped. “Salmmn.”

“Be as loud as you want, Jay,” Salim urged him.

And he was, letting the orgasm surge through him with a cry. He could feel Salim fucking into him, a hand pumping Jason's cock to help. Jason was in too much of a pleasure haze to pay much attention. A few thrusts later and Salim hit his orgasm, too. His lips pressed to Jason's cheek so quick the other thought he might have imagined it. And then they were done, Salim pulling out to dispose of the used condom while Jason flopped down onto the mattress.

“Are you all right?” Salim checked.

“M'fuckin' great,” Jason answered. “You got no idea how much I needed that.”

“I have some idea,” Salim argued. “I was just as eager as you.” Jason smiled at that and shifted to prop himself up on an elbow.

“How long you been single?”

“A few years.” Salim glanced over at him. “Why?”

“Just curious,” Jason shrugged. “You got the looks, the body, and you're a hell of a fuck.”

“The same is true for you, my friend,” Salim pointed out.

“Yeah, well... I don't usually pick up guys at bars. Or at all.” Jason pursed his lips. “I donno why I'm even tellin' you this.”

“Maybe because this is unusual for me, too,” Salim suggested gently.

“Or maybe I'm just waitin' for you to be ready to go again,” Jason countered. Salim let out a sheepish laugh. “Seriously,” Jason insisted, sliding on top of the other man. “When can your dick wreck me again?”

“Are all Americans this demanding?” Salim sighed. “Or is this me getting older?”

“Shut up, you ain't old.”

“I'm turning forty this year,” Salim corrected. Nine years Jason thought. Not that bad.

“I'll be patient,” he said out loud. He wasn't planning on sticking around past the first fuck, but he sort of liked Salim's company. And besides, the guy really was damn good. They might as well enjoy the whole night before Jason had to get back to base.

#jason/salim #jalim #jason x salim #jason kolchek x salim othman #salim othman #jason kolchek #house of ashes #smut

[creamball]

Jason Kolchek x Reader

/smut, make out, cursing, military, war, violence/

not my gif, please don’t copy

You were walking through the weird big fucking Cave you were in. You lost everyone after everyone fell down. Wtf is this place? Where are the others? Is everyone alive? Is Someone hurt? You let out a frustrated groan. You hate this place. Everything about this place is old and fucking scary. And the worst part is the Iraqis are with you in this weird big huge Cave. You looked around the room you were inside. Everything was out of stones, old stones. How can nobody ever found this? You saw an old person- well..the person is now…just bones. You kneeled down in front of the bones. You patted his shoulder..or what is left from the shoulder.

“Hard time buddy? Well i bet you died like an…idiot” You joked around. Now you drive completely insane you thought. But that’s your character, always funny. Always trying to make the best out of the situation. Maybe it should scare you that there is a bone body. But it doesn’t. You stood up and let out a sight.

“So I should keep going buddy, don’t wanna smell like dead old bones ya know?” You said smirking and layed your hands down on your sides. Then something came to your mind, no not something it was someone. Your lieutenant. Jason Kolchek. Oh how you liked him. You had a thing for him, and surely he has something for you. You two were always flirting around and get along very very well.

“Oh Kolchek you better not die here” You mumbled loud to yourself, if he dies, you will kill him again. Thats a promise you gave him when you had the first operation with him as a team. He laughed and promised you the same thing.

You turned around and you saw a little hole in the stone wall. You walked to the hole and kneeled down again. You would fit. You sight and turned your head to the bone body again. You gave him a little wave.

“Bye bye buddy!” You said and crawled through the little hole. You fitted in perfectly. So no problem. You crawled into the other room, you stood up. You patted the dirt from you.

“Gross…” You whispered annoyed and put your hands back on your sides. You checked out the room with your eyes. You saw nothing except one way to another room. You walked to the way, but you froze as you heard a noice. You grabbed for your riftle and aimed at the way.

“Fucking hell…” You whispered in shaky voice as you slowly began to walk. Very slowly.

You heard another voice and squeezed your eyes together. You need something to take your afraid mood away. You groaned frustrated and started to sing something.

“You can count on me….” You sang very quietly from bruno mars.

“Like one two three…” You sang shaky and you gulped as you saw a shadow.

“I’ll be there…” Your voice was shaky. Very shaky.

“Oh fuck..” You whispered as you saw the shadow moving closer to you.

“And I know when I need it….” You gulped again.

“…I can count on you….” You saw the body moving closer.

“Like four three…” And suddenly a hand placed down on your shoulder.

“TWO!” You gasped out loud out of shock. Your whole body twitched and you closed your eyes. Ready for the death. But the only thing you heard was…a chuckle.

You slowly opened your eyes and met the brown eyes from your lieutenant. Jason kolchek.

“A little singing session huh?” He joked and a grin formed on his lips. Your jaw dropped open and you were in a shock stare.

“I-“

“You?”

“I thought you are i don’t know one of our enemies!” You said relieved and still shocking. Jason laughed again and squeezed your shoulder.

“And that’s why you are singing..bruno mars?” He mocked you and your shocked face turned into an ashamed face, but you had to smirk.

“I was scared…” You said ashamed and he chuckled again.

“And thats why you sing?” He asked confused and you punched his shoulder gently.

“Shut up…” You mumbled and he grinned down at you.

“Make me.” You looked up to him with an serious face, and he had to laugh.

“Ha.Ha.” You said and sight. He wanted to say something but he shuts his mouth when you wrapped your arms around him. You buried your face into his chest.

“I was afraid you have died or something…i saw how the man raised the gun against you” You muffled into his chest. He smiled and wrapped his strong arms around you. It’s not the first hug, but definitely one of the intimate ones.

“Well i’m not…Im glad you are okay too.” He admit and with one hand he grabbed your hair and played with it. God how you love this man. You inhale his scent. He smelled so good. You can’t describe it, he just smelled like him. Like Jason Kolchek.

You pulled back from his hug and smiled.

“So…do you know where the others are?” You asked curious and he sight.

“Uhm well…Clarice just..got pulled back…merwin died…and joey is gone…nick said joey died but you know nick” He said a bit serious and your jaw dropped again.

“How did…Merwin died?” You asked and he sight, he puts his hands on his belt.

“Did you…saw one of those weird things?” He asked and you raised your eyebrows.

“Weird things? You mean…one of the dead bodys?” He shaked his head and let out a long sight.

“Believe me or not…here are some weird creatures… not human. One of those things attacked us and probably took Clarice from us. Merwin dies because he felled into some weird stuff and lost blood…”

“Are you fucking for real now?” You asked unbelievable and he nodded his head.

“You wanna tell me here are some kind of…monsters or something?” He nodded his head again. His hand reached out for yours and wrapped his fingers into yours.

“Thats why i want you to stay close by my side.” He said and you smirked. You held his hand thight.

“Are you sure? You won’t get rid of me Kolchek.” You said and he gave you a chuckle as he pulled you in again.

“Well..that sounds good” He said and you wrapped your arms around his neck. His hands rested on your waist and your nose touched his.

“I would kiss you right know you know…?” He spoke against your lips.

“What stops you..?” You whispered against his lips. He grinned.

“If i’m gonna kiss you now…can’t hold back…and i don’t wanna do it with you here…” You giggled at his response but it makes sense.

“So…When we get out of here…let me take you out on a date” He said and squeezed your waist. Your hot breath brushed over his lips.

“I’m in…” You whispered and you bit your lip.

“But maybe…give me a little taste…” Your whispering made Jason feel hot inside. His desire to kiss you grew even more. And he fell for it, you won. His desire won.

“Fuck…you drive me insane..” He whispered and you smirked.

“Show me how insane you are for me….” And after these words came from your mouth. His one hand grabbed your hair and pulled you against his lips. His lips were soft. His lips felt amazing against yours. God how many times you have imagined this moment to happen. And you weren’t alone with this imaginations. Fuck how many times Jason dreamed of this moment.

Your hands pulled him the closest you two could get by his neck in. He groaned into the kiss and pressed you against the wall. His hand on your back grabbed your wrist. One of your hands reached his baseball cap and pulled away from his head. You threw the Baseball cap behind him and your hand buried itself into his brown hair.

You let out a small moan as his hand reached your butt. His other hand layed down on your butt too. You jumped a bit and wrapped your legs around his waist as he held you in his arms. The kiss got more intimate as your tongues played with each others.

You both broke the kiss and just looked at each other. You just realized how much you loved him. You loved his beautiful smile the most. How sweet and silly he looks while smiling. You think it’s adorable and the cutest thing ever.

Jason couldn’t believe that you are into him. In his eyes you are the prettiest and funniest woman alive. He loved your humor, you two shared the same. Always laughing at each other’s funny comments or jokes. He knows one thing, he wont give up on you and definitely makes you his now.

“….I..That was amazing..You are amazing Jason i-“ He cut off your words and put a finger on your lips.

“Shush love…just..fuck be mine already. I fucking love you. So fucking much. Since the first day i couldn’t stop admiring you. Be mine (Your name) please let me be your Boyfriend.”

His words hit your heart and made it melt away. You smiled like an idiot and kissed his cheek soft. You leaned over to his ear.

“I love you too Kolchek…And yes..Be my boyfriend i would love that…” Your whisper into his ear made him breath hard. Fuck how much he wanna undress you and just fuck you against this wall now. How much he needs you.

“Then you wouldn’t mind me…doing that hm?” He asked teasing as one of his hand squeezed your ass cheek. Your stomach did the butterfly thing. You moaned low into his ear and he can’t resist anymore. His desire won again.

“Fuck keep doing that and i can’t hold back anymore” He admits with harsh breathing.

“Don’t…don’t hold back anymore.” Your words made him more confident and instantly his hand squeezed your ass cheek harder. You bit your lip and pressed your legs around him harder. You felt his erection against your inner thighs.

“If you say so..” He mumbled and opened your Cargo Pants without any resisting. He pulled your pants away and you moved your legs so the pants landed on the ground. His hand wandered down to your panties.

His finger shoved against your cunt through your now wet panties. He smirked and chuckled against your neck.

“We should take it off hmm?” He aksef Teasing and his fingers held your waistband from your underwear.

You nodded your head harsh and he chuckled low and devilish. He had an idea.

“Well that work too ya know…” He said as he just pulled your slip to the side so your wet cunt was exposed. His cock pressed against his own Cargo jeans. He couldn’t wait any much longer but he will be patient for you. He took your legs and wrapped them over his shoulder as he kneeled down.

Your cunt faced him, he licked his lips and gave your clit a soft kiss. You whimpered and threw your head back as his tongue licked over your folds. He licked your sweet cunt just like in you fantasize. And it was much better. His tongue felt amazing. You whimpered, trying to stay calm with your moans. Still here are other people and those weird..monsters.

But you couldn’t think of that any longer as his tongue slipped inside your hole. Your hands grabbed his hair and pressed him more against your wet hot cunt.

You loved how his tongue felt, just amazing. His thumb caressed your clit like heaven, you felt like heaven. And he knew it. He knew you are far away from this world right now. He let his tongue out of your hole and sucked your clit. You smashed your hand over your mouth. His middle finger pushed inside your hole between your folds. Your mouth watered from this whole thing.

“God you taste like fucking nirvana” He groaned against your clit and pushed his ring finger inside your hole too. His fingers hit your sweet spot. You let him knew that and your grip in his hair got stronger.

“Found it, didn’t i sweetheart?” His smirk was to feel against your clit. You nodded your head.

“You did..Jason..Feel so good..i feel so good..don’t stop” You whimpered against your hand and he grinned. He loved the sounds you made. You were made for him.

“Gonna cum…i’m gonna fucking cum!” You yelled against your hand, he pulled his fingers out and you moaned frustrated.

“Sorry sweetheart…im gonna make ya cum promise” He said as he stood back up on his feet’s. Your legs wrapped around his sides again. He opened his belt and pulled his cargo jeans and boxer off. Your eyes widened as you saw his cock. Damn he was huge.

His hand brushed your cheek.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, i will make sure you feel everything of me..” And after those words one of his hands lead his hard cock to the entrance of your wet cunt. Your folds widened as the tip of his cock slips inside of you.

Your arms wrapped around his neck and he thrust with one hit inside of you. Your eyes rolled back and your loud moan was covered when he kissed you. As he said, he made sure you feel all of him. And you did. His cock filled you up perfectly. It burned for a second but you were so turned on it didn’t took any longer to make the pain into pure lust and desire.

“Movee~” You moaned against his lips and he put his hands on your wrist one more time. And he did as you said. He moved his hips hard against your cunt. His cock thrusted in an out of you. Your cunt made slippy sounds every time he thrusted in again.

“Fuck you taking my cock so well” He groaned deep and your eyes rolled back again. His thumb caressed your clit while he fucks you deep and aggressive.

“Jasonn~ Ah fuck i feel so good!” Your moans made him feel good, he loves your moans.

You always repeated yourself with the words “omg omg omg” or “yesyesyes please don’t stop”. And he loved it. He won’t stop saying dirty things into your ear.

“Yes sweetheart swallow my fucking dick like it’s nothin, fuck you are such a slut” He said heavy breathing into your ear and your stomach felt the good knot again.

“Gonna cum..gonna cum Jason…” You swallowed your words, your mouth wide open.

“Yes sweetheart, gosh come all over my cock, lemme feel your cum around me” He whimpered and god his whimpers are attractive. You nodded your head and moaned against his neck.

“Yesyesyes fuck just like that omgomg gonna cum!” And those words were the last ones before your stomach explode and your orgasm runs free. You kissed him so your loud scream was covered. He felt your cum all over his cock.

“I’m gonna fill you up, let you feel my fucking cum got it?” He said command and you nood as he still rides out your orgasm. His cock pulse inside of you and without any warning he came and filled you up with all of his cum. He never cane this hard before.

“That’s it, take my cum like a good girl” He whimpered deep. Seconds past by. You both were finished with your orgasms and out of breath. He kissed your forehead gentle as he pulled his cock out of your fucked cunt.

He let you down and you both got dressed up. He pulled you into a warm loving comfy hug.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here so i can give you the after treatment you deserve” He whispered into your hair and you smiled as you kissed his cheek.

“Sure hun!” You said sweetly and innocent, trying to play innocent but you just got fucked from him like a fucking slut. He laughed and held your hand.

“C’mon love” He said and you followed him. Trying to find a way out…..

You are his now, he makes sure of that forever. He makes sure to make your pussy feel good like no other man can.

#smut #jason kolchek #house of ashes #military #funny

[raoneven]

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[myscprin]

Jalim Smut

From me to you personally...To get you through Tuesday.

Summary: Jason, a caring lover, pushes the ever gentle Salim past breaking points. So, Salim's only option is to return the favor.

Okay. That's all.

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[spiritedgoat]

The Ashes in us

(Part 1)

Part2: https://spiritedgoat.tumblr.com/post/692747625824468992/the-ashes-in-us-part-2-part

Reader/Jason Kolchek

M/F

But there is descriptions of some things (ex. Tattoo,ect)

Warnings

Will get mature so be warned lol

graphic depictions of violence and swearing

Let me know if you all enjoy and want more!

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Never have you felt heat like this before even growing up in South Carolina for most of your life. The sun's rays hitting every inch of your exposed skin. Your army green shirt tucked into your fatigues, sweaty and uncomfortable. ''The Iraqi sun really shows no mercy'' you sighed to yourself picking up the canteen from your pack. Physical exercise really was hell in the middle of the day especially since summer was in full swing, yet you still considered it to be better than stuck inside behind a desk.

"Fuck, they're really seeing if they can kill us before the Iraqis do, huh" one of the men panted, standing a few feet away desperately trying to cool himself off. You smiled softly ,shaking your head. Yeah it fucking sucked and it felt like your were playing pushups on Satan's grill but overall it did help with the acclamation process ,helping plenty on the missions in the middle of absolute nowhere ,looking for weapons of mass destruction (WMD). Even though most of those missions ended in coming back empty handed.

"You done, Jack?" Nick asked leaning against the structure looking down at you in your crouched position. The voice grabbed you back from your thoughts at the sound of your nickname. You looked up at the man squinting at the sharp sunlight. "LT is looking for you, thought I'd come get ya since I'm on my way to Rachel"

You sighed, grabbing your things to follow the man into the building. Nick and Jason were probably some of the closest friends you've made including Joey, they truly became like family to you even if you might or might not have eyes for the lieutenant though you'd never act on it.

"How gentlemanly of you" you joked swinging the backpack over your shoulder. "Have you ever known me to be anything else?" Nick followed the act even fake bowing, laughing at your sarcasm. It was definitely a second language you were very much fluent in. "What's it about anyway?" you asked , casually watching Nick as you walked together through the corridor.

"I think it might be regarding the new C.O landing today" Nick shrugged. "Ah fuck" you sighed

"Judging by the reaction, guessing you forgot? The Iraq sun already fry your brain? " Nick teased, You shot him a glare, playfully slapping his shoulder with the back of your hand. "I didn't forget....okay maybe I did, shut up"

"Thank you Nicky! for saving my ass from Jason giving me an earful" he dramatically proclaimed, laughing at the scowl on your face. "Say hi to your boyfriend for me" Nick teased with a wink, knowing exactly what he was doing. He was probably one of the only ones who knew your dirty little secret. Though you'd never admit it to him, you couldn't lie either when he started connecting the dots that you liked Jason.

"Yeah yeah, whatever" You laughed shooing Nick away at the door where you part ways .You watched a moment longer as Nick continued up the hall towards the Quee...I mean Rachel's office. You had your suspicions about whatever the hell was going on there. If Nick was really fooling around with the Queen Bitch ,as she was fondly know as, was way past you. You didn't really care too much but you'd lie if you said it didn't prick your curiosity a little.

Upon entering the room you were met by a pair of eyes sitting behind a desk, "Ah Joey, they got you doing paperwork now?" you laughed walking closer to inspect the documents he was working on.

"Just say if I need to make a few calls there, buddy" a familiar voice sounded, entering the room. The man in question walked over to you, a smirk hanging on his lips.

"Nah, as far as I know, you catch less bullets from behind a desk" Joey said looking up smiling at his lieutenant. You just shook your head and smiled turning to Jason.

"Miss Jackowski, I want you to finish your reports and meet me outside at the east hall in two hours." Jason spoke, his southern accent thick. Something that made you a little tingly inside. "Yes sir" You answered, gathering the needed paperwork. "When is the new C.O coming in?" you asked turning to look at Jason who was leaned against a desk. "He's supposed to be in, in 3hours but said he might be running a bit early" Jason answered glancing at you.

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Finishing the last report you packed everything up, slipping out of the room with 15 minutes to spare before having to meet up with Jason. You stepped outside dodging marines entering the tight halls and leaned yourself against the outer wall to the side of the building, a little place you frequented on your breaks. It was a welcome bit of fresh air. Pulling out your pack of cigarettes you stuck one in your mouth. Lighting the end you pulled in a slow breath.

"You know that will kill you" a voice said to the side of you making you jump from your spot.

"Fucking hell" you mumbled under your breath ,looking up at Jason who was watching you with a cocked brown brow, a small smile on his face.

You only smoked on occasion, especially if stress was high. A not necessarily good habit you picked up even before your deployment days. It helped you wind down sometimes, to just take a break.

"Now I won't lie but I think there's worse things that'll kill me out here, sir" you smiled looking at Jason's amused face. He just nodded, dimples just creeping into sight before slumping against the wall next to you.

You looked over to your side exhaling the smoke away from him.

He held out his hand to you expectantly, you raised an eyebrow and slowly pulled the cigarette from your lips, handing it to him.

He took the cigarette and put it to his own lips taking a deep puff before slowly exhaling. You just watched him quietly in the comfortable silence.

It was weird, the first time you've seen Jason smoke but it clearly wasn't his first by the looks of it. You turned back, quietly staring into the distance. You know there must be a lot on his mind, especially after the checkpoint incident that happened. You knew Jason took it a lot harder than he'd ever admit maybe even harder than Nick since it was on his call. He was a hard and intolerant man but you knew he had a soft and caring heart under the whole 'macho' confident front he always tried to put up.

You knew that feeling well since you'd be a hypocrite if you said you didn't. The feeling of...not feeling to protect yourself from being hurt. You yourself were good at putting up that ruse using humor or sarcasm but inside you always had your walls up, guarded and secured since your childhood.

You were practically bred into the military. Your father, a good colonel to his men but a damn bad father. Especially after your mother passed away, the bottle took a tight grip on him and made him mean...

"We should go in five" Jason finally spoke breaking the silence that befell you, looking over to you taking a last drag of the cigarette.

He longingly glanced at you, the calm but unreadable expression on your face as you stared ahead, he could see the cogs turning in your head only wondering what was going through your mind.

For some reason he was always drawn to you like a cowboy to a horse. Maybe it was that he found some misplaced sense of comfort and peace from you or the way you always seemed to make him smile, those stupid jokes you tell or the way your body's curves complimented each other, the way he didn't have to act around you. But one thing he knew for sure was that you were a damn good marine, best of the best if he had to say it. He wouldn't have anyone else to guard his back.

At first he underestimated you since you weren't too mouthy about your skills and kept to yourself, till he saw you in combat, saving his ass from an IED. Since then his respect for you only grew more and maybe his feelings for you too.

A piece of your tattoo peeking out from your shirt at the base of your neck caught his eye. He always wondered what the tattoo was, never getting to see the full piece since it was hidden away on your back.

You met his eyes briefly and nodded your head in understanding at his words, relaxing back against the wall enjoying the soft breeze against your skin.

#jason kolchek x reader #house of ashes #salim othman #eric king #rachel king #nick kay #clarice stokes #nathan merwin #joey gomez #smut #fluff #angst #trauma lol #wrap it before you tap it

[your-mom-number3]

Jason Kolchek x Clarice Stokes x Reader

Smut. It’s Smut, you’ve been warned.

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Y/N, Jason, and Clarice all get into bed as the prepare for their threesome. Both Y/N and Clarice's boobs shine in the dim light and Jason stares at them with a hard cock. Y/N, the woman, stares at her two lovers before asking "Yall ready for some fuckin?" Jason, the man, and clarice, the woman, both nod excitedly. They pull Y/N into their arms as she pushes Jason onto his back and takes the lips of Y/N in the pleasure of the night.

Sadly for Jason, that's not quite what Y/N is aiming for. She looks up to the ceiling in disappointment as she's forced onto her back before Y/N crawls on top of her. As Y/N grinds her cock into her new friend, Jason watches with heartbreak as Y/N lowers her hips onto Clarice's beautiful breasts.

Y/N gasps from pleasure as she slowly inserts a second finger into Clarice. Y/N slowly slides her cock in and out of Clarice's warm hole.

When Y/N was finished, Y/N looks up to the ceiling and asks "Yall ready for another threesome?" Jason, Y/N, and Clarice all nod eagerly, and once again Y/N pulls Jason on top of Clarice. Y/N grins at him as she lies on her back, and with a sickening feeling in her stomach, Jason pushes his rock hard cock into her.

That's when Clarice attacks him, straddling his waist with one knee on each side of him, and tears him apart with brutal and animalistic slaps to the face. As Y/N watches, she feels her own wet pussy dripping and tries to think of the sadistic and erotic woman that does it.

Suddenly the lights turn off and Jason screams in pain. As the lights come back on, Y/N and Clarice are still locked in their embrace as Clarice climbs off and straddles Y/N’s lap. Y/N smiles in ecstasy as Clarice starts to take Y/N’s tight pussy in her mouth.

As Clarice finishes giving Y/N head, Y/N turns her head to the ceiling, closes her eyes, and smiles as she feels Clarice sliding a finger inside her. Y/N whispers "fuckkkk yoooouuuuuuu."

Clarice takes her finger out and says "Mmm, I always love eating Y/N out." Y/N laughs "You'd be my second favourite!" Clarice straddles Y/N’s face as Y/N takes her perfect breasts in her hands and starts to massage them. "Thanks for the compliment," Clarice says. Y/N responds by kissing her slowly, deeply, and passionately.

#house of ashes #jason kolchek x reader #Clarice stokes x reader #smut #I know it’s bad that’s the point #Jason x Clarice x reader #AI wrote this and I was laughing my ass off #I CANT BELIEVE JASON FREAKING DIED AND THEY KEPT GOING

[house-of-kolchek]

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[yeslieutenant]

Ok!!! I've always wanted to request this, but I never exactly knew who to ask. But you are the perfect person to write this one. My request is a breeding kink one. The reader and Jason are married, and they are trying for a baby, and Jason realizes that he has a kink for it while they are going at it, and then he just goes wild!!! 😍 (Maybe there can be some Daddy calling too... 👀)

Am I the one to go to for breeding kinks now? 😂😂 If so, I am so okay with this. I hope this is what you were looking for Kassie! I'm not great at writing from Jason's POV so I hope its okay that its from the readers POV.

A/N: I looked into the best ways to get pregnant, so some of the things in this story were brought over straight from the internet. Also a couple of joke-y things near the end. 😂

Warnings: Smut (p in v), daddy calling, breeding kink, a bit of cum play, language, bit of tease Jason until he loses his shit. (This may be the filthiest thing I have ever written 😅)

“Darlin’! I’m home!” His voice echos through the house and I rush over to the radio, turning it down to a more reasonable level.

“In the kitchen!” I call out in response, making my way back to the sizzling stovetop. The chicken smells much better than I thought it would at this point, and as I bend over to check on the potatoes in the oven I hear a whistle pierce the air around me. I stand up quickly, looking at the man blatantly staring at my ass.

“You know, they say catcalling is rude,” I mumble, turning back to dinner.

“It’s not catcalling if it’s my wife.” Jason says the word with a light chuckle and I feel his arms snake around my waist, dancing over my exposed thighs. Maybe wearing just his shirt and a pair of panties wasn’t the smartest choice. His rough fingertips trace over the lines of my panties under his shirt as his lips land on the crook of my neck and shoulder, laving it with kisses before his tongue darts out, tasting the skin there.

“Jase, I’m in the middle of making dinner,” I stutter out, my breath already hitching at his ministrations.

“How about you wait on that, and we make something else together?” His words are drawled out against my sensitive flesh, and a shiver runs down my spine. Jason notices this, smiling against my neck as his hands move inward, landing on that space between my thighs, finding my clit over my underwear. He works me over in slow, drawn out circles, and I lean forward, white-knuckling the handle of the oven. “You did promise me that I could start trying to put a baby in you today.”

I feel my knees wobble underneath me as Jason moves his hands away, gripping my hips and twisting to bring us face to face. He slides his palms under my thighs, lifting me effortlessly and walking us to the bedroom.

“I gotta turn the stove off, hon,” I mumble against his neck. Jason lets out a deep rumbling sigh before dramatically throwing me into our bed, my body bouncing with the motion. I watch as the marine tugs on the hem of his own shirt, tugging it over his head and exposing his toned abs and miles of creamy skin before turning and walking out the door. I sit there in confused silence for a minute before he appears as quickly as he disappeared.

“Stove is off. Anything else before I put a baby in you?” He asks, already toying with his belt. I shyly shake my head no. “Good.” His belt is open in seconds, along with the button and zipper on his jeans, exposing a flash of his tight boxers and accompanying bulge. Jason leans down, his arm resting on the duvet next to my head, his soft pink lips just barely grazing mine. I surge forward, trying to capture his mouth, only to have him back up, a shit eating grin plastered to his face, his dimples prominent.

“Jase,” I whine, but this only serves to make him chuckle.

“So needy for me, doll,” He says lowly, his accent thick with his teasing tone. The rough pads of his fingertips graze my thighs again before I feel his oversized shirt lift off my chest. I sit up, allowing the fabric to slide over my head, hiding my husband from my view for a brief moment. The shirt quickly joins the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

“Jason, please,” the words leave my lips unbiden, giving away how desperately I craved his touch. It was almost impossible for me to focus all day after our conversation last night. The one where we decided we were ready to have kids. All day, my mind was wandering to how it would feel being filled up by him,  how he would hold me, where he would kiss and touch. All. Day.

Jason slides his hands into my panties, no doubt feeling the wet heat pooling there.

“Damn baby, you really want this. Were you thinking about me pumpin’ you full? I debated comin’ home on my lunch break just to fuck you into the couch,” His lips are right next to my ear, and I clench around nothing as his fingers slide through my slick, another dangerous chuckle leaving his throat at my movements. “You had enough teasin’, doll?” I nod quickly, desperately, as my nails find purchase on his shoulders, no doubt leaving small crescent indents in the skin. His lips finally land on mine, and I part my lips immediately, his tongue snaking out to tangle deliciously with my own. I feel the fabric around my hips being pushed down, and I release the man’s back, my hands landing on the tops of his jeans and dragging them down as well. I try to get his boxers down too, but they are tight, and I let out a groan of frustration. Jason smiles, almost adoringly, standing to his full height before hooking his thumbs in the waistband and tugging. The black cotton falls down his legs as his erection springs up, all but hitting him in the stomach, and I feel my muscles contract, once again, around nothing.

Jason rests his arms next to my head, caging me between the soft bed and his deep woodsy scent. I gingerly bring my legs up, wrapping them around his hips. He senses my hesitation immediately, bringing his face close to mine.

“You sure you’re alright, baby?” His deep brown eyes are focused entirely on me, despite his cock resting patiently at my entrance. I nod. “Nope. I gotta hear it, doll.”

“Yeah, I’m ready,” I say, albeit quieter than I intended.

“Yes, what?” The smirk he is wearing is dangerous, and the harsh blush latches itself onto my cheeks in embarrassment.

“Yes, I’m ready, daddy,” the word spills from my lips as I watch the young lieutenant’s eyes blow wide, his eyebrows shooting up, practically into his hairline as growl rumbles in his chest. He drops his head, a groan falling from his lips. When his brown eyes land on me again, he chuckles.

“I was expecting you to say Lieutenant.”

“But if I get pregnant, won’t you be a dadd-” I begin to mumble, but I am interrupted as Jason presses in, his length sliding home in one stroke. A gasp breaks free from my throat, and I feel Jason shift, grabbing a pillow from the top of the bed. His tattood arm slides under my lower back, lifting me easily as he slides the pillow under it.

“If you want me to blow my load way too fast, you keep calling me that,” He  mutters in my ear before pulling slowly out, allowing me to feel every inch of him. He pauses, resting just his tip inside, his hands brushing a piece of hair from my face as he thrusts back in.

“Daddy,” the moan rips from my throat before I can stop it, and another groan leaves his lips. That’s when all hell breaks loose.

Jason leans up, resting his weight on his hands before snapping his hips forward, over and over. His name falls from my lips like a chant, his tip nudging my cervix on every re-entry. The gasps leaving my throat do nothing to bring in the air I need, and I find myself out of breath in moments as he practically forces the air out of my lungs on each thrust. My fingers tangle in his hair, tugging the soft dark strands. A groan surfaces from his chest and he leans back down, his face buried in my neck, his words mumbled and moaned to the point where it sounds like he could just be saying nonsense. His hips snap at an uncontrollable pace, and he quickly leans in.

“I’m gonna fill you up. Please, I need you to come for me, I can’t hold it, doll,” his voice is wrecked, begging and pleading for me to release around him, to squeeze him.

“Fill me up, daddy,” I moan, my voice rising in pitch, and I feel Jason tense above me, his tip hitting my cervix one final time before he comes. The groans and growls come out, his body losing strength as he comes down from the high. I run my hands through his hair, allowing him time to cool off and get his bearings before I hold his face between my hands, laving his face with kisses. He smiles sleepily as he pulls out, watching as some of his cum falls from my opening.

“You didn’t come,” Jason says, matter-of-factly.

“I don’t need to, hon. I’m fin-” His fingers run down my cunt, collecting the spilled semen before pressing his fingers back into my pussy, curling them to rub tenderly against my g-spot as his thumb circles over my clit. My back arches, a high pitched squeak leaving my throat at the motion, the flare of heat spreading from the tips of my toes all the way up, fogging my brain as his fingers continue to work magic over my body. He leans down, nibbling gently my pebbled nipple with his tongue until I clench tightly around his fingers and a breathless “daddy” leaves my lips, as if my brain only remembered him and him alone.

I come down from my high and notice Jason’s eyes still trained on me, a dope-y grin on his face, his smile contagious.

“Think it’ll take?” He asks, hopeful and bright.

“If not, we can always go again,” I say with a wink. His hands find the backs of my thighs, lifting them so the crease of my knees rests on his shoulders, my calves dangling behind his back lazily. I am practically upside down and I giggle. “Jase, what are you-”

I am rudely interrupted when Jason pulls away from the bed, his palms holding my thighs tightly, and I am completely upside down, my hair dangling below me as I let out a shriek. Jason laughs, a full bodied laugh that I can feel vibrate in his chest as I am pressed against his front.

“Gotta make sure it takes!” He says, his laughter making me laugh in response. He wiggles me gently, swaying me from side to side before lifting me up to drop me down an inch or two.

“Jason this is not going to help!” I all but yell, giggles breaking free between my words as he sways me before dropping me unceremoniously onto the bed. We are both breathless from laughing as he leans down, planting his lips on my own.

“I love you, and I can’t wait for our little family to grow, darlin’.”

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[merakiaes]

HOUSE OF ASHES MASTERLIST

(UPDATED 20/07-22 |  REQUESTS OPEN)

°○°○°○°○°○ Jason Kolchek ○°○°○°○°○°

Shoot Your Shot

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[writtenjewels]

Biker part 4

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

Jason could tell he would become addicted to Salim. He slid his fingers through the chains on the man's belt and pulled him all the way into the bedroom. The man's body was insanely hot, with that stocky build of layered muscle that Jason always liked seeing in MMA fighters. The curly chest hair was practically an arrow pointing down to Salim's crotch, not that Jason needed the encouragement to look. The moment they were past the doorway, Jason moved his grip from the chains to the button on Salim's fly. He caught Salim's eye and trembled at the darkened gaze looking back at him.

Jason's breath hitched, body heating in anticipation. The way Salim touched in on the couch, the hungry kisses, that gaze was promising more of the same. And just plain more. Jason could tell Salim was letting him dictate the pace, that if he wanted, Salim could absolutely take control of this. Jason swallowed hard and managed to get the button loose. Salim took it from there, sliding his pants down and off.

Holy shit. Jason figured Salim would have some strong thighs from riding a motorcycle, but seeing them was still a treat. Right between those thighs, clothed by plain briefs, was a visibly stiff package.

“Fuck,” Jason gulped.

“The way you're looking at me, I would hope so,” Salim teased.

“You don't gotta be a smart-ass,” Jason scowled, which made Salim chuckle. He managed to tear his eyes away from the enticing sight between Salim's legs. “I'm feelin' real over-dressed,” Jason hinted.

“Forgive me.” Salim rested his hands on Jason's hips, rubbing gentle circles. “I promised to be slow. Perhaps I over-corrected because of the couch.” He slid his thumb under the button, easing it open and pushing Jason's pants down just far enough to expose his crotch. When Jason didn't move, Salim continued guiding the material down, spreading his fingers out to caress down Jason's legs as he went.

With the pants gone, Salim's hands moved up the opposite direction to push Jason's shirt off. Jason could feel a blush spreading down his neck as Salim's hands ran along his bare chest and back. Those hands were rough with callous but also gentle. Jason grasped feebly at Salim's waist, but there were no longer chains for him to hold onto. He tilted his head up, breathing hot and needy against Salim's ear.

“Jason,” Salim groaned. He moved them closer; they both hissed as their hips connected. “Military man, hmm?” Salim rumbled, pressing a kiss to the silver chain of Jason's dog-tags.

“No. It's, uh... for luck.” He could barely think with the feel of Salim's erection pressing against him. Jason couldn't resist grinding his hips, and was rewarded with a hand grabbing his ass. Salim said a word Jason didn't know, but was probably a curse. Jason moved slower, really wanting to get a feel for Salim's dick through the fabric.

“You'll make me cum, mahbubi,” Salim warned.

“Then we'll be even,” Jason retorted. “At least I took your fuckin' clothes off, first.”

“Point made.” He pressed a few kisses along Jason's neck, thumb sliding along the chain. Jason continued grinding against him, sliding a hand between and down past the lining of Salim's underwear. The man's cock was hot and hard at his touch.

“Jason,” Salim groaned. Then he added, low and wanting, “Please.”

“Shit,” Jason huffed. He got a firm grip on the man's base and tugged. Salim had both hands on Jason's ass now as he bucked. Somehow Jason managed to keep enough presence of mind to give the man a few pumps. A hand drifted lower to the back of Jason's thigh. He felt fingers grip onto him, lifting the leg up, and then Jason was off the ground.

Salim's weight pushed him against the mattress and without even thinking, Jason spread his legs open. Salim fit himself between, hands still gripping Jason's thighs, and started to thrust. There was still the fabric of their underwear between them, and the friction of them rubbing on each other felt damn good. Salim started talking, but it was all in Arabic; Jason was so far gone he might not have understood even if it was in English.

Jason tried a lot of drugs before, but none were like this. The rush, the high was better than anything. And when Salim groaned through his orgasm, the sound he made almost made Jason cum, too. Fuck, he wanted more of this. More of Salim. A moment after the pleasure hit, Jason felt terrified. He should know better than to get this attached. Jason untangled himself and scooted away to create distance.

“Where's your bathroom?” Salim asked. Jason told him, and Salim exited the room. He was back with a wet cloth. Jason couldn't help staring as Salim stripped off his underwear and cleaned himself. That cock looked even better in the flesh. Jason wanted to get his mouth around it and—fuck, he needed to calm down. “Your turn, habibi,” Salim said, offering the cloth.

“What's that you're callin' me?” Jason played with the cloth, hesitating.

“It's...” Salim actually looked a little embarrassed. “It's just a term of endearment.” Jason didn't know what to do with that, so he focused on cleaning up. “I don't know how to do this part,” Salim admitted.

“What part?” Jason frowned.

“This.” Salim made a gesture that clarified nothing. “Do you mind if I smoke?” he asked.

“Yeah, I do.” Jason left the cloth on the night-stand and sat on the edge of the bed.

“The smell bothers you?”

“There's that,” Jason agreed, “but...” He hunched his shoulders. He understood now what Salim meant about this part. Jason had a hard enough time talking about his addiction with his sponsor; he didn't know if he could do it with Salim.

“If those dog-tags aren't yours,” Salim mused, “whose are they?”

“Grandpa's.” Jason pulled the chain up so Salim could see the engraving. “He served in World War II.” Salim leaned in, and while him being close did make Jason's heart skip a beat, there was an ease to it as well. Which scared Jason even more. They were on date one and Jason already felt comfortable just sitting in bed with the guy.

“You never served yourself.” Salim didn't phrase it like a question. Jason shook his head. “Neither did I. I'm not very good with authority.”

“Ya don't say.” Jason gave him a teasing smirk. “Wouldn't have guessed, Mister Biker Gang.”

“Now who's being a smart-ass?” Jason chuckled, feeling some of his fears ease. He leaned in and rested his cheek on Salim's shoulder. “Tired?” Salim asked him.

“Relaxed,” Jason corrected.

“Me, too.” Salim put his arm around Jason. “I want to stay,” he confessed. There was a light tremor in his voice, like he too was feeling some of the fear. Jason took in a slow breath. He found Salim's hand and locked their fingers together.

“Me, too,” he whispered.

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[chaosandbubbles]

Jason's Panic Attack // Jason Kolchek Oneshot

Jason Kolchek X Female Reader

A/N: Okay this one is still one of my favorite things that I have ever written and I am very proud too announce that I have added an embarrassing amount of smut to the end of this that wasn't there before, so, if anybody dares to read this, I hope that you enjoy it! Again, this is a repost and I used to post under yellowroseskolchek before I invaded her body and now we post here so anyways. Don't steal our stuff, she gets kinda cranky when that happens and it makes me gassy.

WARNINGS AND TAGS: NSFW MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY, panic attacks, seemingly unrequited love, reader and Jason are best friends, roommate!Eric, unhealthy sleep habits, graphic depictions of anxiety, canon-typical violence, jealous!Jason, oblivious!Jason, graphic depictions of PTSD, brotherly-vibes!Eric, self-deprecating!reader, depression, paramedic!Jason(and don't get me fucking started on how HOT that is?!), anti-Rachel this time I'm really sorry, no really she is awful, if you're a Rachel fan run away right now this is not the fic for you, mentions of a previously infected!reader, mentions of suicide and suicidal thoughts, guns, past flashbacks, Jason is sort of an idiot, self-sabotaging reader, oh yeah and swearing lol, defensive!Jason, men being idiots, mentions of divorce and cheating, love confessions, making out, hickeys, lingerie, breast sucking, fingering, orgasms, oral sex male receiving, blowjob, shower sex

Word Count: 12.4k yes i know sue me lol

Jason Masterlist, Main Masterlist

YOU were waking up in Jason’s bed, again.

And not in the fun way.

You groaned as you rolled over, off of Jason’s arm that was underneath your neck. You sat up, staring down at Jason—whose eyes were already looking up at you—and you returned his gaze with a soft smile on your face. He sat up, too, and you noticed that his eyes were bloodshot, like he hadn’t slept all night long.

He probably hadn’t; every time you ended up here in his bed, he stayed up all night to make sure you were alright. And it seemed to be happening more and more often these days—the nightmares, that is—and then you ended up taking the elevator up the five floors to the boy’s apartment, staring at their front door as you took a deep breath and gathered up the courage to dial Jason’s number.

Not like it was hard; you had it memorized, and even if you didn’t, he was your emergency contact. No, that wasn’t the hard part; the hard part was knowing that he’d answer midway through the very first ring, his voice sleepy but frantic as he made sure that you were alright. He’d ask if you were at the door, and if you needed to come in—even though he already knew that you were. The hard part was knowing that he did all of this—that he always let you in, that he always held you and made the nightmares go away, staying awake to keep watch over you all night long—yes, the hard part was watching him care for you whilst knowing with every fiber of your being that he would never love you.

Not in the way that you loved him. 

He’d been treating you like his little sister since you’d met him on your first day at base in Iraq—three years ago, now. You’d walked through the doors of Camp Slayer with nothing but an anxious look on your face and in your eyes; earning you the nickname that Jason still used to this day. Panic Attack.

“Hey, what’s the matter with you? You’re lookin’ a little jumpy darlin’,” he’d chuckled, leaning against the pillars once you’d entered the hall. He hadn’t been First Lieutenant, then—he’d earn that title a short three months later—and he walked over to you, cocking an eyebrow as he stared down at your anxiety-ridden face. “Y’alright there, princess? Ain’t ever been to war before?”

You snarled at that, your anxiety melting away as you turned your anger onto him. 

“Don’t call me princess,” you’d threatened, tilting your chin up defiantly, although your hands were still shaking. “And I’m plenty capable of doing anything that you can do.”

Jason had smiled brightly, his eyes gleaming at your words as he chuckled, shaking his head as he drew nearer to you. He shrugged, leaning his hand against the pillar right above your head as he leaned down over to you, nose-to-nose.

“Ain’t no doubt about that, Panic Attack,” he retorted, and although the nickname had made your blood boil at the time, it had quickly and pathetically become your favorite term of endearment. “Just makin’ note of how jumpy you are. You always like this?”

“No.” That had been a lie, and Jason had learned that rather quickly; anytime something new, noteworthy, or terrifying had come up, you panicked, becoming a blubbering mess of sweat, angst, and tears on the floor.

 Usually his floor, and so, ‘Panic Attack’ had stuck—but despite your enthralling woes of anxiety, even Jason couldn’t deny how badass you were in the throes of actual battle.

Jason’s little quips—his nicknames, his protectiveness over you, his way of seemingly always searching a room and finding you—had caught up to you, eventually. Everyone on base knew that you were his best friend, and that he was yours; but it had rapidly become more than that for you only a year after knowing him. And, in the two years that you’d been actively in love with him, he showed no signs that he felt anything for you beyond a friendship. Not even after what happened—a year ago. Down in those motherfucking caves…

You felt a shudder ripple through your body as you tore yourself out of past events and into the present where you were still safely sitting in Jason’s bed. At your visible discomfort, he sat up quickly too, eyes full of concern and quickly scanning over you for any injuries he may have missed before.

“Y/n? Y’alright there, darlin’?” You nodded, stretching out your arms above your head and noting the time on his alarm clock. 11:50 a.m.; you blanched.

“Shit—is that the time?” You screeched, rushing out of bed and bursting out of the bedroom, hurrying to the bathroom—where you kept a stash of your own personal shower stuff, which was okay with Jason but a nuisance to his roommate and your mutual friend, Eric. “Oh, fuck me! My shift starts in thirty minutes, fuck!” 

“Whoa there Panic Attack, calm down,” Jason assured, rushing after you and beating you to the bathroom, blocking the door so that you couldn’t get in. “You’re not gonna be late to work. I’ll go grab the clothes from your apartment and then I’ll drive you over, alright? Crisis averted.” He booped you on the nose with his finger as he smirked and you pouted, allowing him to wrap his arms around your tiny frame as he pulled you into a hug, rubbing your back and resting his chin on the top of your head. 

You closed your eyes as you rested your ear against his heart, listening to his heartbeat and allowing it to steady you with a sigh. “No, you’re not,” you argued, pulling out of his embrace and pinching him in the ribs where you knew that he was sensitive, successfully jolting him away from the bathroom door. “You are going to go back to sleep, because you didn’t get any last night—and don’t lie and tell me that you did, because your eyes are bloodshot right now, Jase.”

Jason’s mouth rapidly opened and then closed again as he realized that it was futile to argue with you, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest.

“I’m fine, Y/n,” he insisted, but as soon as the words slipped out of his mouth, he yawned. His face turned red in a beautiful spread of blush across his cheeks and you held in a dreamy sigh at the sight, feeling pathetic enough already. “Alright, so—maybe I’m just a little bit tired. But I can still—”

“Save your breath, Lieutenant,” Eric’s voice floated into the room, and soon enough, you saw his form walk in from behind Jason, his blonde hair messed in some severe bedhead and wearing nothing but flannel pajama pants loosely tied around his waist. The sight did nothing to you—you only had eyes for Jason—but you noticed that Eric’s presence seemed to set Jason on edge. You didn’t know why; since Eric and Jason had teamed up down in the caves, they’d become a strange sort of friends. You couldn’t think of a single reason that Jason would be upset with him. “I’ll drive Y/n to work. Go back to bed.”

“That won’t be necessary, Colonel,” Jason responded through gritted teeth and you rolled your eyes; partly because of Jason’s stubbornness, and partly because the two men still refused to call each other anything but their previous ranks. And you’d all been honorably discharged from the military, permanently, a year ago. “Y/n and I have a routine—”

“Yeah, yeah, but I’m her friend too,” Eric interrupted, crossing his arms over his chest. “And I can drive just as well as you can, Lieutenant. Better, probably, seeing as you got maybe one hour of sleep last night. Are you willing to risk Y/n’s life just because you want to drive her to work?”

“Fuckin’ dammit Colonel, I ain’t riskin’ her life—and can’t you put on a fuckin’ shirt or somethin’?!”

“Guys, shut up,” you interrupted, pressing two fingers to your temples and shaking your head. “You two are being ridiculous; Jason, Eric will drive me to work.”

“What? No—!”

  “You need to sleep, and I’ll come over straight after,” You continued speaking, shooting your favorite man a glare. “Okay? We can watch a movie tonight, and then I’ll go sleep in my own bed so you can not be a walking zombie at work. Alright?” 

Jason grumbled something that sounded like a forced agreement, but his second yawn interrupted whatever tirade he was about to go on. Pressing a small kiss to his cheek—not uncommon for the two of you, platonically—you beckoned him to his bed and then hurriedly hopped into the shower. 

You allowed the scorching hot water to heal your anxieties for far longer than you should have, considering the fact that you were already running late for work today. When you finally did get out of the shower, you took a minute to stare at your reflection in the mirror. 

The bags that always seemed to linger under your eyes were the first thing that you saw and, just like it always did, it made you wince; it had been a year ago yesterday since you’d all fallen down those fucking caves and you were still having nightmares every single night.

Most nights you could deal with it on your own; you would simply stay up, watch a happy movie and chow down on some popcorn and drink chamomile tea, trying to manifest a peaceful sleep back into your life (to no avail). Usually, those nights were the milder nightmares; the raid, falling down the caves for the first time, escaping Dar—the things that you’d felt hope in.

The nights that you couldn’t handle it yourself—the nights that had you outside of Jason’s apartment, begging to be let in—those were the heavy stuff. Jason, getting dragged down a hallway by a vampire; Jason, going after Salim and leaving you behind—Jason, pleading for your life once he’d found out you were infected by one of them, only mere hours after he’d ruthlessly shot Clarice—

That one. Fuck, that one always got to you the most and you always found yourself wondering why he’d done it. Why did he plead for your life? The two of you were close, yes, you had been each other’s right hands at this point but—why was he okay with taking the risk with you and not with Clarice? Why was he willing to risk not only his life, but the life of the team for you—and not for Clarice?

You’d never asked him because, frankly, you were terrified of the answer. You wondered if he regretted it at all; clearly you were here, and you were fine, but it was not without side effects. The nightmares, for one thing; and he dealt with that directly. Every time you ended up in his bed, in his arms, desperately seeking the comfort that only he could seem to bring you, he didn’t sleep. His sleep habits were as shitty as yours were now, and he was doing it all for you. Because he knew that you needed him.

But you knew that one day, he would meet somebody else who would need him. And he would love her, and he would choose her over you, because that’s what you’re supposed to do when you love somebody. And you would be left behind in the dust, never sleeping, holding yourself together through every nightmare and wishing that you were her.

Not because you needed Jason to face the nightmares, no; but because you loved him. Why wouldn’t you love him? There was literally nothing about him that you couldn’t love. Jason was loyal, he was kind, he was funny, he was sexy, he was caring, he was—everything. 

Fuck, he was your everything.

With a groan, you threw your towel bitterly at your reflection, noticing that Jason had wandered in at some point and hung your work clothes on the back of the door where you’d originally gotten your towel. Since you spent a decent amount of nights here, you had a designated towel and a place to hang your towel, and you never bothered to lock the door when you were in the shower. Neither boy really had much company—except for Eric’s new girlfriend, Shanae—and you knew that neither one of them would ever walk in on you intentionally. Eric had adopted you as a sister of sorts, and Jason—well, you knew where you stood with him. 

You hurriedly got dressed in your black shirt and black dress pants, your bright orange apron with the company’s logo stretched across it coming next. You put your hair back in your favorite way to look cute and keep it out of your face, throwing on a tiny bit of mascara and lip gloss that you’d kept stashed in the boy’s bathroom for exactly this occasion.

You cracked open the door to the bathroom to find Eric fully dressed, sitting on the couch and waiting for you with a book in his hands. When he saw you, he smiled, closing his book and walking over to ruffle your hair.

“Hey!” You protested, pulling away with a pout and shoving him away. “I just did that, you asshole!” Eric chuckled lightly, tossing a look towards Jason’s bedroom door, which was left open. The man himself was passed out haphazardly across his bed over the tossed covers, his eyes shut tight and mouth open as he slept. You smiled at the sight, wishing you could crawl back into bed and hold him while he slept—knowing that you couldn’t now, and that you probably couldn’t ever. 

You swallowed a gulp, following Eric out of the building and to his car with just the slightest twinge of sadness, a feeling that you knew all too well. You felt it every time you left Jason’s bed, and every time, you promised that you’d stop doing this to yourself. Stop putting yourself in this situation, stop allowing yourself to be hurt over and over with your own motherfucking idiocy.

“So,” Eric’s voice cut through your thoughts, holding the passenger door open for you and helping you in. When he rounded to the other side of the car, he continued his thought. “The silence here is very telling, Private.”

“Oh my g—just call me by my name already Eric,” you groaned, laying your head on the window and shutting your eyes against your impending headache. “I haven’t been a Marine in a year, and you haven’t been in the Air Force either. Don’t you think it’s about time to let it go?”

“Maybe,” Eric replied with a nonchalant air to his words, and you were certain that if you were looking at him he would have shrugged. “Y/n, I like to think we have a close relationship, so I’m just going to get straight to the point. You need to tell Jason how you feel about him.”

Your heart stopped—your head was spinning, and you suddenly felt like throwing up. Your eyes opened just as quickly as they’d been shut and you whipped your head over to Eric, whose face was conflictingly blank in opposition with his words. 

“How did you—I mean I—I don’t—”

“Y/n, this conversation will be a whole lot easier if you don’t deny that you’re in love with him,” Eric interrupted, turning over to you quickly and quirking an eyebrow. You opened your mouth to protest again, before realizing that it was useless. He could see right through you—as you assumed most everyone could.

“I can’t tell him,” you said instead, pulling your eyes away from Eric and out of your window instead, watching the cars on the freeway zipping by. “He doesn’t—he doesn’t feel the same way. And besides, what’s wrong with the way that things are now, anyway? Why do I have to tell him? We’re both happy with the way that things are.”

Eric was sullen and quiet, not unusually for him, and finally, after several minutes, he sighed heavily.

“I can’t tell you what Jason feels,” Eric spoke, his words sounding clear and calculated. “I don’t know exactly where he stands, Y/n. But I do know that what he feels for you is something deeper than a simple friendship, and I think you know it, too. Who does all that he does for someone that they only see as a friend?”

“But—”

 “Either way, even if he doesn’t feel the same way about you, you need to know, Y/n,” Eric continued, shooting you a sharp glare, as if you’d just interrupted someone with a higher rank than you—like you were both back in the military. “I just think that if you keep on going like this, you’re only going to get your heart broken. Wouldn’t you rather know and not continue to waste your time if he doesn’t love you back?”

“No,” you answered immediately, clicking your seatbelt and watching the strap snap away in front of you as it came undone, staring at the coffee shop in front of you. The same damn place you hadn’t seemed to be able to break away from for a year. “No, I wouldn’t rather ‘quit wasting my time’, Eric; I’d rather have Jason in any way that I can. Even if it’s just as a friend. Even if it actually fucking kills me.”

“Y/n,” Eric demanded, grabbing your hand, his brown eyes wide and incredulous. “You’re scaring me; between this self-destructive behavior with Jason, and your nightmares, and you’ve been losing weight—I’m worried about you; we’re all worried about you. Me, Shanae, I even talked to fucking Nick and you know how much I hate that pri—”

“Well you know what?” You snapped, retracting your hand harshly out of his grip. “All of you should just stop worrying, okay? I have everything under control. I may be younger than you, Eric, but I am still an adult, alright? I can control myself, and I know what I’m doing—okay? So just—just—just stop!”

You exited the car without another word, slamming the door behind you and wiping tears away from your eyes as you hurried into the coffee shop.

Fuck this day.

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The day went by so slowly that time felt like it was literally dragging you behind it. You couldn’t stop thinking about your conversation with Eric, or the way that Jason had looked this morning when you left; exhausted. Utterly, and completely exhausted. And you couldn’t help but think: maybe he wasn’t just exhausted from lack of sleep, but maybe he was truly getting tired of you needing him all the time. Maybe Jason was finally hitting his limit.

You put on a brave face and a smile whilst at work, but inside you were crying out for help. You knew that Eric was right; you hadn’t been taking proper care of yourself, and you were dragging Jason down with you.

You knew that Jason didn’t have work today—he worked as a paramedic, and you didn’t want to talk about how fucking hot that was—and you found yourself absentmindedly wondering what he’d be doing instead. Would he go to your favorite bar? Would he meet a girl there? And, more importantly, had he met a girl there before?

You groaned again, hanging your apron up behind the counter so you didn’t accidentally take it home again. You hurried out of the shop after you’d clocked out, unwinding your hair from its tie and letting it run free. Your eyes brightened when you saw Jason’s large, white pickup truck sitting in the parking lot, the man himself leaning against the back of his seat and listening to something country and way too loud. 

You grinned, thankful that he’d come to pick you up instead of Eric, and hurried over to the passenger-side door, throwing it open and throwing yourself inside. Jason jumped, obviously not having seen you exit the building, but he smiled widely when he caught sight of you.

“Hey,” Jason greeted, reaching out to gently stroke a strand of hair and causing a murmur in your fucking heartbeat. “How was your day darlin’? Not too busy?”

“Pretty standard,” you sighed, smiling fondly at Jason’s soft face when he looked away to pull out of the parking lot. You found yourself staring at him and not out of the window like you had this morning with Eric, and you swallowed down a dreamy sigh at just how perfectly beautiful the man was. “How was yours? Did you get some rest?”

Jason rolled his eyes. “Yes, I did, but you know that I wouldn’t have minded drivin’ you to work, right? I never mind, Y/n. Gives me some extra time with you.”

His words made you flush, and a shiver ran down your spine; you often wondered how Jason could say things like this and not feel anything for you other than a basic friendship. You wondered if he knew what he was doing to you, or if he was, hopefully, more oblivious than the rest of your friends. 

“You needed the rest,” you insisted, licking your thumb and wiping a stray coffee stain off of his chin. He flushed, but he let you do it, not even stiffening at the touch of your hand. “Eric driving me just once didn’t hurt anything, Jason. Besides, he’s my friend too.”

“Yeah, but it’s different,” Jason argued, his chin hardset and defiant. You raised an eyebrow, a little scoff leaving your mouth at the man’s stubbornness—which, you had to admit, was very in character for him. 

“How is it different, Jason?” You responded, arms crossed over your chest as you demanded an answer. “Because I haven’t known him as long? That doesn’t mean anything, Jason.”

“The hell it doesn’t!” Jason pushed, eyes wide and incredulous as he looked back at you for just a split second before turning his attention back to the road. “Besides, it ain’t just that, Y/n. You spend more time with me, we’re…better friends.”

“Jason, he drove me to work,” you chuckled, unsure of why Jason was so jealous of Eric driving you to work, once. “It’s not like we did movie night without you, or went to our favorite bar or something. You know I only do those things with you.” And you know I’d continue to only want to do those things with you, too. Because I fucking love you, you dipshit.

“But you chose him to drive you to work, over me.” 

You rolled your eyes; for somebody who didn’t feel anything for you, he certainly got insanely jealous and protective over you to the point that you wondered if you were the oblivious one. 

“Jason—trust me when I say I would have preferred you to drive me to work, okay? I chose Eric because you spent the entire night watching over me instead of sleeping,” you explained, working your way out of your seatbelt and worming your arm through his, resting your head on his shoulder. “You’re still my favorite person in the whole world, rest assured.” 

You took a peek up at Jason’s face, noticing a small smile was pulling at the corner of his lips. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes once more, extending your legs and resting them on his lap as he parked in his favorite parking spot in your complex. Jason shut off his truck and turned to you, chuckling when you unbuckled his belt for him and cuddled you into his side, the two of you delaying the walk upstairs by staying in the truck for a beat too long.

“Did he at least put on a fuckin’ shirt when he drove you?” Jason asked and you laughed out loud, shaking your head in incredulity.

“Obviously, Jason, rest assured Eric was wearing a shirt when he went out in public.” Jason didn’t respond, and you felt your eyes fluttering shut as he stroked your ribs with his fingers absentmindedly, your head under his and you struggling with the urge to reach up and kiss him. 

“Nick’s comin’ into town tomorrow,” Jason informed you, and you perked up, lifting your head to look at his face. 

“Really?!” You asked excitedly. “Kay’s coming to visit? Why the fuck didn’t he tell me?” Jason avoided your gaze and you frowned; something was going on here.

“Rachel’s comin’, too,” Jason announced and your heart fell in disappointment. You’d known that Nick and Rachel had started dating again, but you never realized that he would want to bring her here. Not with you and Eric both living here. 

Suddenly, and without your consent, your brain was assaulted with nightmares—memories, actually, and you felt the sudden urge to throw up the nothing that you’d eaten today.

“...What happened? A sickness? A madness?”

It had certainly felt like you were sick—that you were going mad, as well. Your head was ringing, and it burned, like somebody was burning your brain from the inside out. You felt nauseous like you’d never felt before—like there was something moving inside of you that you needed to get out, desperately. Like, suddenly, you were no longer in control.

Salim was still speaking, you thought, but you could no longer hear words—just the hum of his voice turning into a strange, twisted melody inside of your head. The realization had dawned on you at that moment, you remember, what was happening to you. You’d been bitten during the assault, but you didn’t think anything of it. Now, though, you knew better, and you were anxiously watching the white phosphorus that was on the table. 

“They waited for us.”

You couldn’t take it anymore; the pain, the feeling of something moving around and invading your body, the fucking burning. You felt a scream rip through your throat and you had fallen to your knees, your hands clutching the white phosphorus that you hadn’t even realized you’d grabbed. 

“Shit!” You heard Nick exclaim, and Jason rushed towards you—only to be held back by Eric.

“Don’t,” he commanded, and you remember his face, a deathly, pale white. “She’s holding…she has…” 

He couldn’t even finish his sentence but you saw Jason’s face pale and you knew that he’d seen the phosphorus then. You knew that he knew what was going to happen; you were going to kill yourself, to save them. To save him. You were going to lose each other to this. 

You were hyperventilating, you thought, and you could hear Jason desperately calling out your name, sounding terrified and despairing. Nick, who had been your friend for some time now, too, knelt in front of you cautiously, likely knowing that Jason was too hysterical to be trusted.

“Y/n, look at me,” Nick prompted and you did, your eyes teary, wide, and frenzied. You were writhing, your hands clutching at your head and you heard your pathetic shrieks and moans as you felt it moving inside of you, eating you from the inside out. 

Jason had broken free of Eric’s grip and pushed Nick aside, careful not to get too close on the off chance that he accidentally set off the phosphorus. His face was terrified and hysterical, and his eyes pleaded with you to keep looking at him—so you did.

Even back then, you loved him. No one else had quite the pull on you that he did.

“Y/n, please listen to me,” Jason begged, his Southern voice deep and desperate. “Please don’t do this, I—I know you’re scared, but I’m gonna get us out of this, I fuckin’ promise you, okay? Please, I know it seems impossible right now, but just—”

“Jason,” Nick interrupted, as soon as he’d realized that Jason didn’t know. He hadn’t figured out what was going on yet. “Jason, listen—”

“She has it,” Salim interrupted, and you remembered how he’d looked down at you with such horror in his face, and pity in his eyes. “It’s inside her.”

“What?” Jason questioned, shaking his head wildly. “No, what the fuck are you—”

“She’s fucking infected, Kolchek!” Rachel had hissed at him, grabbing him by the shoulder and shoving him away from you. “One of those things bit her, and now she’s turning into one of them; just like Clarice!” 

You watched as Jason’s eyes widened and his normally tan face turned a sickly pale, his eyes never once leaving yours. If you thought about it hard enough, you could imagine that he was thinking of poor Clarice—of what had happened to her, just hours before—and how he’d shot her mercilessly without a second thought. Because he couldn’t take the chance; he needed to save everybody else, and she had become a liability. An unknown. And we couldn’t have that.

Looking into his eyes, you knew he’d do the same to you now.

You knew he had to.

And that’s when the vision started.

A burning spaceship, with the head of a monster, heading straight towards Earth as it burned slowly. Aliens; they’d come from another world. 

You didn’t even spare another thought or breath on that as you settled the phosphorus between your knees, tears streaming down your face, and brandished your pocket knife. You didn’t have a choice; you couldn’t let Jason kill you. You couldn’t bear to let him live with that trauma. 

You had to do this yourself. 

“I’m sorry,” you sobbed, looking straight at Jason—who was trying to rush you, but being held back by Salim and Eric, not without a fight. 

You wanted to tell him you loved him then, but you didn’t; you knew that would only be cruel to him. Instead, you tore your eyes away from his face and stared down at the phosphorus, the knife in hand, ready to blow yourself up.

But you didn’t; you couldn’t. Your hand just wouldn’t fucking move, despite what your brain was telling it to do. 

Your knife clattered to the floor and you sobbed, breathing in and out as you attempted to steady yourself. Jason was released and he hastily ran and picked up your knife, pocketing it and taking the phosphorus from your hands in the event that you tried that again.

You wanted to reach out and touch him—a hug, a brush of the hand, anything—but it was at that moment that the burning started up again. You doubled over and wailed, Jason right by your side as he pushed your hair back from your face and held you, tears streaming down his own face, his own breath coming in pants as he panicked. 

You were likely going to die—you knew that—so you turned to Jason as Nick held up your other side, both men frantic. 

“They came from the stars,” you spoke, staring straight into Jason’s frightened eyes, hoping that he was listening to every word that you were saying. “This isn’t their home; it’s an ark.” 

You suddenly began to buck viciously, and you weren’t sure if it was you or the thing inside of you controlling your body. All you knew was that it hurt, and you needed to go. You just needed to go. 

“Do something!” Nick turned and looked at Jason, the dubbed leader of the group. “She’s turning into one of them!”

“Hold on, baby girl, you have to hold on!” Jason pleaded, his deep voice husky and maniacal. “Please, Y/n—hold on for me. Hold on for me!”

“It’s…killing…me,” you managed to croak out, attempting to inform Jason of the severity of the situation. They had to act now, and they had to act fast—because if they didn’t, you were going to be one of them and put them all in danger.

You should’ve used phosphorus.

“Jason, put her out of her fucking misery!” Rachel screamed at him, trying to pull him away from you but he wouldn’t budge, his teeth gritted and tears streaming down his face. “Fuck, Kolchek; I’ll do it!” 

“We can still save her!” Nick insisted, and Jason whipped around towards Rachel, his body taking a protective stance over you. 

“There’s got to be a way,” Jason growled at her, his arms grasping you and putting himself in front of Rachel’s gun. “I can’t lose her!” 

His voice had sounded so terrified, so distraught—and you wondered why he hadn’t reacted this way with Clarice. Why was he so okay with letting you live—when he’d been so adamant that Clarice needed to die?

“You should know better than anyone that there is no other way, Kolchek,” Rachel barked back angrily. She moved her gun, past Jason, aiming it right towards your head. “Nick, hold her down.”

“No!” Jason argued, throwing himself back in between you and the barrel of the gun. “No, there ain’t no way we’re shootin’ her!” 

“‘It’s time to think like a Marine, Jason!’” Rachel snarled back at him, her voice unusually tight and shrill. “You need to take your emotions out of it—isn’t that what you said to me about Clarice?! When you fucking shot her?!!” 

“Fuck you, this is different!” Jason’s voice was high, tight, and emotional. All of a sudden, you felt purpose. Hope. You weren’t sure if it was the way that Jason was so protective of you, or that the prospect of losing you made him so emotional, but suddenly, you wanted to live. You didn’t want to die—not like this. Not today. 

“Rachel,” you managed to croak out, and the vision behind your eyes was beginning to get blurry. “Don’t…do it. Please; don’t kill me…please.”

Rachel’s eyes wavered over to you for a second—just the splittest of seconds—but you could see the indecision behind her eyes. 

“I have to,” she insisted, but her voice was cracking under her emotions. “You know that I have to.”

“It’s me, Rachel,” You continued to plead, pushing up past Jason and staring into her amber eyes, pleading for your life. “Please…put down the gun.”

It was at that moment that Jason hopped up, not as certain about Rachel’s humanity as you were, and knocked the gun out of her hands. He pushed her back, holding the gun to her instead, as he ordered her aside.

“Step aside,” he commanded, and she did, shaking her head incredulously. “Step the fuck aside and get the hell away from her!”

“You’re insane,” Rachel told him with a hiss. “She’s going to kill us all, and you’re going to regret this.”

“Salim, watch Rachel,” Jason ordered, and the man did, standing between her and you as Jason turned back to you, hope, caring, and compassion in his teary eyes. “Y/n, sweetheart, I’m gonna find a way to save you. Alright?”

“Why?” You’d questioned, wrapping your arms around Jason’s neck as you held on tightly to the man who had become your literal lifeline. “Jason, why—why me?” There were so many other words that you wanted to say, so many more things, but your mouth couldn’t formulate the things that your mind was currently running in the background. 

Jason’s Adam's apple had bobbed as he stared down into your eyes, his own eyes full of—emotion, of some sort, although you were having a hard time making it out. He pressed a hard, clinging kiss to your forehead and as he pulled away, he said, “Because we’ve got to have hope.”

For some reason, you had the feeling that he’d wanted to say something else. 

He’d tried to carry you to the cocoons that Salim had suggested, but you didn’t get far enough; you writhed out of his arms, and Eric had suddenly remembered the UV light—you still remembered how awfully intense the heat had felt held up to your body—and he burned you, until the parasite exited through your mouth and you were cured. 

This fact had been confirmed by supernatural health professionals after you’d all made it out of the caves; you were not infected anymore, and nothing was wrong with you. 

What Eric had done had worked, and Jason and Nick were right. You could be saved, after all.

Rachel had never gotten over the fact that you had survived while Clarice did not; and you hadn’t really gotten over her nearly killing you down in those caves. When it was all said and done, she’d left Eric and reconnected with Nick, the two of them beginning an official relationship. Suffice to say, Eric wasn’t exactly her biggest fan either.

“Y/n?” Jason’s voice cut through your thoughts, destroying the memory that haunted your dreams. “Y’alright in there? Where’d you go?” 

“Sorry,” you rushed out, shaking your head and steadying your breathing. “Um, Rachel’s coming? Well, just tell Nick that if he wants to see me, that maybe we should do it—”

“Actually, they’re comin’ to go to dinner tomorrow night with Eric and Shanae,” Jason interrupted, and it was clear that whatever he wanted to say, that he wanted to get it over with. He never cut you off when you were talking. “And Eric wants me to go to be a sort of a buffer between the two couples and—fuck, Y/n, I know that this is sort of a hard ask, but—will you come with me? I can’t fuckin’ stand the thought of bein’ a fuckin’ fifth wheel between those three idiots.”

You perked up at the question; did you really want to go have dinner with Rachel of all people? And did you really want to help be the buffer between two bitterly divorced people, a new girlfriend, and the man that Rachel had had an affair with? No, not really, but you also couldn’t let go of the fact that Jason was essentially asking you to be his date for the night. 

Emboldened by some newfound courage, you cleared your throat and asked, “Like, um—like as your date?” You looked up at his face and saw the shock that registered there, immediately feeling the anxiety flood your system as you realized that you’d completely misinterpreted the situation. 

“What?!” Jason questioned, and you could hear the confusion in his voice. When he scoffed like what you’d said was ridiculous, your heart broke again. “No, Y/n that’s—no. We’re just friends, we’d just be going as—friends. It ain’t anythin’ else, Y/n, why would you think that?”

“No—no reason.” Fuck, you could hear the tears getting choked up in your throat. “You know, Jase? I’m actually not feeling so well, so I think I’m going to head on to bed. Can we do movie night on a different night?” Jason opened his mouth to answer, but you didn’t give him the opportunity. “I’ll see you tomorrow night. Text me the address and I’ll meet you there, okay?”

“That’s ridiculous Y/n, I can drive you—” 

“No, don’t worry about it, I’ll meet you there,” you insisted sternly. Pulling yourself away from his hold, you hopped out of the truck and hurried upstairs, praying to every God you could think of that he hadn’t seen the tears streaming down your face when you’d left. 

You couldn’t believe yourself; why had you fucking said that?! How stupid were you? Of course, it wasn’t a date—Jason didn’t think of you that way.

It would never be a date.

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JASON had no idea what the fuck he had done to piss you off last night, but here he was the next morning, trying to puzzle it over. He was no idiot, but he really couldn’t figure this one out; you’d seemed to get jumpy after he’d mentioned Rachel, but you’d left once he’d reassured you that this wasn’t a date.

Had you wanted it to be a date? No, that was almost laughable; you didn’t think of him that way. You’d never been into him that way, and it wasn’t a line that the two of you ever even thought about crossing. Still, you’d never made a comment like that before, and he’d wondered just what he’d done to make you worried that he was hitting on you. He never wanted to make you feel uncomfortable by forcin’ you into somethin’ more, but clearly, he had come across that way.

Fuck.

His only hope was that you’d stormed off because of the mention of Rachel, but he knew deep down inside that it couldn’t have been that—so, here he was, hoping and wonderin’ if you would still show up tonight—if you were gonna feel awkward around him, thinkin’ that he wanted to be more than friends with you. 

And he didn’t want anything more; at least, he thought he didn’t. He genuinely liked where your relationship was at now, he loved having you as his best and closest friend! Even if sometimes, he maybe got the urge to kiss you when you were bein’ cute and you didn’t even know it. Or if he’d almost told you on more than one occasion how fuckin’ beautiful you were—or, if he sometimes wanted to throw you onto his damn bed and show you just how well he could really treat you if you just gave him the fucking chance—

Fuck, no, he reminded himself, shaking his head and pulling on his dressier clothes for the night. That wasn’t a line that the two of you ever crossed, and he wasn’t about to start thinkin’ about it tonight. He valued you; he valued your friendship, and he wasn’t about to throw that away just ‘cause he sometimes wondered how it would feel to have sex with you. Just ‘cause sometimes, he wanted to. 

Jason reached for his phone to call you, confirm that you really didn’t want him to drive you over with him, but you didn’t answer. After a string of curse words, he just pocketed the damn thing with a sigh, headin’ to his truck alone with his own anxieties. 

It took less than ten minutes to get to the restaurant, and he found Eric and Shanae waiting outside for him, both of them looking too visibly tense to go in by themselves. Jason rolled his eyes and waved at them, trying not to laugh at their collective sighs of relief when they saw him approaching. 

“Hey guys,” Jason greeted, clapping Eric on the shoulder and giving Shanae a small side hug. “Y’all seen Y/n yet tonight?” 

Eric and Shanae shared a look of confusion that made Jason’s heart drop into his stomach; had she said something to them? Was she no longer comin’?

“We assumed she’d be riding with you,” was the only thing that Eric said in reply and Jason frowned, shaking his head.

“No, she—she said she wanted to drive herself tonight,” Jason reiterated, still feeling the same stab of hurt that he’d felt last night when you’d said it. He shook it off, just like he always did, and headed inside with Eric and Shanae, the latter seeming anxious to get this night over with. Jason couldn’t blame her; she was meeting her boyfriend’s ex-wife, who he had a long and complicated history with. 

Eric had just recently told Shanae about what had happened to them a year ago in Iraq and, miraculously, she believed him. Jason hadn’t asked for details on how or why, but figured he must have met some miracle woman who didn’t question the insane too much. 

Salim had recently gotten remarried—they’d all flown out to Iraq for that, minus Rachel—and even he hadn’t spoken about the incident to his new wife. 

“Jason!” Nick’s voice boomed throughout the restaurant and Jason grinned at his buddy, hurrying over and giving him their version of a bro-hug. If Y/n were here yet, she’d have laughed and made fun of us, like she’s done so many times before. “Oh man, it’s been too long, buddy. How the hell are you?”

“Yeah, ‘bout a year since we’ve seen you in person,” Jason reiterated, trying not to think about the state they were all in a year ago. “Been good. Busy workin’, mannin’ that EMT shit. You know how it is.”

“Yeah, and then the rest of his free time is spent with you-know-who,” Eric interrupted with a roll of his eyes, and it was clear to Jason that talking about you and him was going to be the way they chose to get through this little dinner party. “He’s probably with Y/n more than he’s at work, don’t let him lie to you.”

“Ah, well that doesn’t surprise me,” Nick laughed, and they all sat at a nearby table, leaving an open seat next to Jason for you, whenever you decided you were going to show up. “Those two were glued to the hip from the moment Panic Attack arrived on base.”

“Speaking of the devil,” Shanae whispered, gesturing softly to the front door of the restaurant. Jason looked up—half-wishing he hadn’t, honestly—because when he saw you, his heart stopped.

He’d seen you dressed up before, but not quite like this; a tight, black dress was fitted over your body, barely compressing your curves and leaving little to the imagination. It was made of leather—and fuck he didn’t even know that he liked leather—but after seein’ you in that motherfuckin’ dress, he fuckin’ loved leather. 

 You’d curled your hair in the way that he’d always loved and you had adorned your eyelids with makeup that made the color of your eyes vibrant, making Jason feel slightly weak in the knees. As you approached, he stood from his chair like the perfect gentleman, a smile on his face as he pulled your chair out for you and you sat down with a measly sigh.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t our little Panic,” Nick teased and Jason noticed how your glare towards him was fake, seeing the glint in your eyes at the familiarity of Nick’s use of the nickname. You rolled your eyes at him but you smiled when he came over to your side of the table and gave you a hug. Jason noticed that you were watching Rachel warily, but it seemed like Rachel didn’t notice, as her eyes were currently glued to her ex-husband. 

“Kay,” you’d giggled, sending Nick a soft smile as he made his way to the other side of the table again. “It’s nice to see you again.”

“Y/n, you look—wow,” Jason whispered as you turned over to him, a panicked, blanched look on your face as he said the words. Jason gulped, weighing the pros and cons, but ultimately decided to push his luck. “Seriously you—you’re stunning. You’re the most beautiful person here.”

There was a smooth, even blush fanning out across your cheeks but you only nodded your head in thanks, turning away from him awkwardly. The odd interaction only worried him more, and he began to panic as he wondered just what the fuck it was he did to make you act this way. And if whatever he did was fixable, or if he were actually losing you, his best friend, over it.

You exchanged pleasantries with the rest of the group, and the night had seemed to be moving along smoothly; although Jason noticed that you seemed to be consuming more alcohol than dinner tonight. You were oddly quiet—usually, you were the life of the party, gluing everybody together—but you could barely answer a simple question tonight, and Jason could sense that something was seriously wrong. 

Eric, Rachel, and Nick seemed to be getting along well, although Jason could tell that everyone was far more interested in your mood, obviously noticing how strangely you were acting tonight. Nick even kicked Jason under the table, gathering his attention, before he subtly gestured to Y/n and mouthed, “What’s wrong?!” Jason had just shaken his head, just as confused as his friend was. 

Shanae had finally had enough at one point or another, because she smiled sweetly at you and asked, “Y/n, are you alright? You’ve been rather quiet tonight.”

“Yeah, usually I can’t get you to shut up,” Jason chimed in teasingly with the hope of getting you to cheer up, expecting you to do what you always did—poke him in the ribs where he was sensitive, or rib him right back as the two of you laughed about it, maybe even giving him a small kiss on his cheek like you sometimes did.

Instead, you turned to him, a mighty glare in your eyes as you answered, “Well geez, sorry, Jason. I didn’t realize that my voice was such a turn-off to you.” 

Jason’s mouth dropped open and he physically recoiled, shocked at your loathsome reaction to his simple jokes. 

“Whoa, sweetheart, I was just kiddin’,�� Jason defended himself with wide eyes, his hands thrown up in the air. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings—”

“Oh, please, you and I both know that my feelings are the least of your concern,” you’d snapped back, and Jason’s jaw dropped open in shock, his heart clenching at the accusation you’d just thrown at him. Rachel took a comical drink of alcohol, her eyes wide, as she pretended not to watch the show that you were suddenly putting on for everyone.

 Shooting the rest of the table a this isn’t for your eyes, glare, Jason scooted his chair closer to you, leaning in so that he could speak to you quietly. He hoped that you would follow suit, knowing that if you caused too much of a scene, you’d be incredibly embarrassed once you found yourself sober.

“Y/n, what the hell?!” Jason whisper-yelled, hurt and enraged that you would say something like that to him. What the fuck did you even fuckin’ mean he didn’t care about your feelings?! He stayed awake all night, multiple times a week, because of how much he fucking cared about you. Where the fuck was this coming from? 

“What the fuck is up with you tonight?”

You only glared back at him, your eyes shining with what he thought were tears. 

“Can’t I just be a little quiet sometimes, Jason? Do I always have to fill the awkward silences for everybody? Am I not allowed to feel a little bit off?” You were rambling now, and tears were flowing down your face freely as you shouted back at him. 

“No, darlin’, of course you can, I just—tell me what’s buggin’ you,” Jason pleaded, shaking his head in confusion. “Let me help you, or fix it, or even just make you feel better—”

“It’s not your fucking job to make me feel better,” you retorted with a hiss, pushing your chair away from him and throwing your napkin down onto the table. “Okay? So just—quit trying.” 

The two of you had forgotten about the others at the table, too wrapped up in your own melodrama to care that you had an audience. Jason was so worried about you—so worried that he was losing you—that he really couldn’t give a fuck who was listening right now.

“What the fuck are you talkin’ about?!” Jason hissed back at you, pulling his chair back to you again to regain some semblance of privacy. “That’s fuckin’ ridiculous, Y/n, I’m never gonna quit tryin’ to help you—”

“You are not my boyfriend, Jason,” you clapped back, standing from the table and putting distance between the two of you. “So just, stop—stop acting like one and let me go. Please, just, let me move on!” 

A heavy, awkward, tense silence filled the room after you’d shouted the words, and all Jason could do was watch your chest heave up and down as you attempted not to hyperventilate.

Jason stood from the table too, but he froze at your last sentence, his mouth falling open in shock and confusion. He opened his mouth to say—something, anything, he didn’t fucking know—but he couldn’t force any words to come out. 

“Y/n, let me drive you home,” Rachel offered, standing from the table and putting herself in between Jason and you. “You’re in no state to drive right now, and Nick will come pick me up later.”

Jason saw you nodding frantically, pressing your hands to your eyes as you wiped tears away from them. 

“Yeah, that’s—yeah,” you agreed readily, grabbing your purse and reaching for your keys to toss to Rachel.

“Wait—no,” Jason interrupted, stepping in between the two of you and attempting to get you to look at him. You refused, your face turned down and away, even though his eyes were pleading for anything that you were willing to give him. “No, Y/n, I’ll drive you, please—we need to talk about this—”

“No.”

Your answer—short, firm, and upset—shocked Jason to his very core and he felt his eyes stinging, his heart dropping into his stomach. He shook his head, unable to understand your simple command, and he stepped closer to you.

You stepped away.

“Y/n, please,” Jason pleaded, dropping his hand between you as he held back a shaky breath. “You’d rather go with Rachel than me right now? Are you serious?”

You didn’t answer him, your only movement was one towards Rachel as you handed her your keys with a sniffle. “Can we go now, please?”

“Yes,” Rachel answered, nodding resolutely at Jason. “Let’s go.”

Jason’s heart broke as he watched you walk out of the restaurant with Rachel—a person whom you despised—instead of leaving with him. Your best friend.

What. The. Fuck?

His head was reeling; he had no idea what had just happened and therefore, he had no idea how to fix it. What the fuck had changed in the past twenty-four hours?

“Jason?” Eric’s voice was even and calm, but Jason had a feeling that it wasn’t going to stay that way for long. If there was anybody that was as protective over you as Jason was, it was Eric. Well, not as protective. Jason took the cake on that one, but, still. Eric tended to think with his fists and not his head when it came to you, too. 

“I’m going to ask you this exactly once,” Eric continued. “What the fuck did you do to Y/n?” Immediately, Jason felt defensive, rounding on Eric with a finger in his face and a snarl on his lips.

“I didn’t do fuckin’ anythin’,” Jason growled at him, shoving him back with a hand as Eric rolled his eyes. “Where the fuck do you get off assumin’ that I had anythin’ to do with this?!”

“No offense man, but whatever that was, it had everything to do with you,” Nick interrupted, sharing a concerned look with Eric. Since when were the two of them fuckin’ friends?! “Did something happen between you two?”

“NO,” Jason persisted, pressing his hands to his temples as he began to get a headache. “Everythin’ was fuckin’ normal until—last night?”

“Y/n didn’t come over last night,” Eric argued, crossing his arms over his chest and Jason rolled his eyes.

“What the fuck, Eric, are you the Y/n police now?” Jason asked sarcastically, and Eric glanced back at Nick again. The sight of them looking at each other, like they had some stupid sort of secret about him that he wasn’t entitled to, enraged Jason and he threw his hands down, beginning to pace nervously. “What? What the fuck are you two…lookin’ at?!” 

“Look, maybe you should just…fill us in on what happened last night, and maybe we can help figure out what’s going on with Y/n,” Shanae jumped in, standing in between Eric and Jason as she attempted to play peacekeeper. 

Jason sighed, running a hand through his hair as he nodded. What else was he supposed to do? God knew he couldn’t figure it out by himself. He’d been givin’ himself migraines attemptin’ to do just that. 

“I picked her up from work, like I always do on movie nights,” Jason started reiterating. “Told her Nick was comin’ into town, and that he was bringin’ Rachel. That’s when she first got jumpy—but then, when I asked her to come to this dinner with me, she seemed alright? Well, she did, until—”

“Until what?” Shanae asked kindly and Jason blinked at her, remembering.

“Well, she did ask if I meant as a date,” Jason admitted, furrowing his brows and pursing his lips as he tried to puzzle it out in his mind. “I said no, ‘cause I didn’t mean it like that and even if I had, I knew she would just panic about it, so—”

“Holy fucking shit,” Eric interrupted, rolling his eyes and pointing an accusatory finger towards Jason’s chest. “You’re a fucking idiot, Jason.”

Eric’s words lit a fire in Jason’s chest and he went at him, puffing up his chest as he ran into Eric’s finger, fully prepared to punch him straight in the face and ask questions later. 

“What the fuck are you talkin’ about?!” Jason demanded, fully aware that they were garnering stares from other restaurant-goers now. “What the fuck do you mean?!”

“Y/n’s in love with you, you dickhead!” Eric screamed back at him, his face red and eyes narrowed into slits. “She fucking adores your stupid ass!”

Jason’s chest constricted with anxiety and he shook his head; you…loved him? No, not possible; if you felt that way about him, he would have known it already, or, or you would have…you would have told him. Right?

“No,” Jason denied and Eric threw his hands up and groaned in frustration, shaking his head vigorously. “What, you dickhead?! She doesn’t. She’s not. We’re just…we’re just friends!”

“No, Jason, she is,” Nick interrupted with a sigh, waving a hand in apology to the waitstaff. “Y/n has been in love with you for years, Jason. Even before we fell down those fucking caves.”

The realization hit Jason like a ton of bricks, weighing him down as he realized that Nick was right; everything you’d done for him, the way you looked at him, how you only spent your free time with him—it made sense. You were in love with him.

Holy fucking shit—he was a stupid fucking dickhead.

“Oh, fuck,” Jason groaned, clutching at his hair in his own stress. “Shit, fuck, oh, no.”

“Did you seriously not know that Y/n is madly in love with you?!” Nick questioned, bringing Jason a glass of beer that he downed, instantly. 

 “I’ve never…thought about her like that,” Jason admitted, although as soon as the admission left his lips, it felt wrong. Had he thought of you like that? Sure, he had fantasies about having sex with you…sometimes he thought about what it would be like to kiss you, or build a family with you but that didn’t mean—that didn’t mean he loved you. Did it?

“Bullshit!” Nick instantly exclaimed, loudly, causing Jason to jump in shock. Jason opened his mouth to protest or—explain, maybe—but Nick held up a finger with a warning glare that he wasn’t quite finished. 

“You seriously never noticed how much of a fucking wreck you were whenever Y/n was out on assignment?” Nick asked, and Jason gulped as he remembered how awful it had felt, not knowing if you were coming back to him. How he’d thrown things and broke things and been a general asshole to everybody until the second that you came back to the base.

 “Or how fucking moody you’d get when she went out with other Marines on base?” Jason grunted at Nick’s words, and even now, he remembered that he’d felt jealous of Eric just taking you to work—and Eric had a very steady girlfriend. 

“You’re sitting here and you’re telling me that you don’t stay up with her all night long when she has nightmares, just to hold her?” Nick continued. “You’re gonna sit here and you’re seriously going to tell me that you had no problem letting Clarice die when she was infected; but when it was Y/n, you wouldn’t let anyone even think about doing the same to her?! You’re really gonna sit here and you’re gonna tell me that you did all of that stuff and you’re not in love with her?!”

The silence in the room was deafening as the pieces began to click into place in Jason’s mind; his heart was racing, his palms were sweating, and he felt like he was going to pass out.

 “Holy shit!!!” Jason hollered, hopping back up to his feet with his mouth gaping open and a frantic, terrified look on his face. “I’m fuckin’ in love with her!” 

Nick walked over to him with a smile on his face, clamping a hand on his shoulder comfortingly. 

“Yeah, dude,” Nick confirmed. “Take it in. You’re down fuckin’ bad.” 

As soon as the words left his friend’s mouth, Jason knew. Fuck, how could he have missed it?! How could he have pushed his feelings for you so far down that he hadn’t even realized it himself? Fuck, and he knew he loved you too, because he’d almost said it to you—when he thought you were dying, down in those caves and you’d asked why he saved you—fuck he was so fuckin’ stupid!

“Oh, shit, fuck, I need to get to her now,” Jason rushed out, hurrying over to the door and leaving Nick, Shanae, and Eric following behind him. “I need to tell her—fuck, she needs to know—”

“Shit dude, you can’t drive like this,” Nick insisted, wrenching Jason’s arm away from his truck and pulling him over to his car. “I’ll take you, and then Rachel and I will find a way to get your truck back home, alright?”

“Fuck it, I don’t give a shit, just get me there,” Jason begged and Nick nodded, trying not to laugh at the visual of Jason swinging himself into his car as if his life depended on it. 

But fuck, it sure as hell felt like it did.

🌒

YOU couldn’t bring yourself to change out of your tight leather dress. You desperately needed to take off the stupidly lacey underwear you’d worn underneath it—you’d wanted to feel hot, confident—but all it did was serve as a reminder to you of the sex that you weren’t having and that you haven’t had in a ridiculously long time. 

You sighed, staring at your reflection in the mirror and trying not to cry; you were certain by this point that you had ruined whatever friendship that you and Jason had. You’d self-sabotaged, and why? Because you’d let your stupid, selfish feelings get in the way? You were such an idiot, and even if there was a way to fix it, you were certain that there wasn’t a way to forget it.

You thought you heard a knock at the door, but you waved it off, focusing on scrubbing the makeup off of your face. It wasn’t until Jason’s deep timbre of voice floated through your apartment that you stood, frozen, before running out of the bathroom.

There he was, standing in your living room, looking distraught and glancing around anxiously for you. Rachel was gone, you noticed, and as soon as you did, Jason’s eyes found yours and a sense of relief settled across his face.

You stood across the room and downed a half-mug of coffee—Rachel had made you sober up— and you set it down slowly on the counter with a gulp, knowing that if you were going to salvage this relationship, now was the time to do it.

“Jason,” you greeted, walking slowly towards him with your hands up in surrender. “I’m so sorry, I should have never been drinking—and I definitely should have never said any of those things to you—”

“I’m in love with you,” Jason interrupted, his words coming out quickly and desperately, like he really needed to say it right then or he might never get up the courage to do it. Your body turned as cold as ice as you attempted to convince yourself that he’d said something else. Anything else, because, surely, he didn’t say what you think he just fucking said to you.

 “I—I fuckin’ love you, Y/n, and I’m so sorry that I never said it before—”

“What?” You questioned, taking a step away from him and pinching yourself lightly as you tried to deduce if this was real life. Yup; this is real. This is legit. “You—what?” 

To your utter surprise, Jason smirked; and then, he laughed. Out loud. Like this was the funniest conversation in the whole fucking world, but you really couldn’t manage to find the humor in it. 

“I love you, Panic Attack,” Jason continued with a gigantic grin on his face, grabbing your hands and pulling you towards him. You didn’t resist, allowing him to pull you into him as his arms encircled your waist, his one hand reaching up to cup your cheek and press a tiny, sweet kiss to your forehead. “I think I—fuck, no, I’ve always known that I loved you I just—fuck.”

Jason took a deep, steadying breath, leaning his forehead against yours, as if he were drawing some extra strength from you, and you felt your own eyes fluttering shut of their own accord. Funny; my heart is racing and yet, I feel so calm, so steady. How is it possible to have both at the same time? How can one person have this much of an effect on you?

“I’m so terrified that if I let myself love you, I’ll lose you and—Y/n, I can’t. I. Can’t. Fuckin’. Lose. You.”

Your entire chest felt like it was on fire—the good kind, that is—and you beamed up at him, feeling the tears spring from your eyes but not really giving a shit. 

“You’ll never lose me, Jason,” you assured him quietly, reaching up and grasping his face in your hands, giggling as you watched the large, amazingly beautiful smile of his light up his face. “I love you so much, I can’t even think sometimes—”

His mouth was on yours before you could even finish speaking, but you couldn’t give two fucks; you reciprocated the kiss with just as much fervor as he was giving you, and you found yourself leaning farther and farther into his touch, your hands clutching the bottom of his shirt as you pulled him flush against you, begging to feel more and more of him now that he’d allowed you to have the smallest of touches.

“Fuck, you taste fuckin’ amazing, and that’s just your lips,” Jason moaned into your mouth and you laughed—but your giggles soon turned into moans as Jason’s tongues caressed the inside of your mouth, causing an uncomfortable itch to grow inside of your lacey panties. 

Jason was backing you up into the wall now, his hands clutching your hips when you shifted—as if you were now his lifeline. “Damn, baby, please—I want to taste more of you, fuck, please?” 

You could get used to a whiny, begging Jason.

“Damn it, Jason, like you even have to ask,” you responded in kind, pulling down the tiny sleeves to your leather dress and not even having to wait a second before Jason’s lips were attached to your collarbone, sucking vigorously. You just knew that he was leaving you the fucking biggest hickey in the world, marking his territory like a roadmap down your neck to your chest and you shivered with electricity.

“Shit, Jason, I always knew that you’d be good at this,” you whined, and Jason grinned against your skin, his teeth pressing against the thinnest part of your bone and causing a shiver to run up and down your spine. 

“I don’t know where the fuck you got this leather dress from but baby girl, the moment I saw you in it, all I fuckin’ cared about was rippin’ it the fuck off of you,” Jason growled and you moaned against his words, throwing your head back against the wall as his hands pushed the dress the rest of the way down your torso. You opened your eyes just in time to watch as his eyes nearly bugged out of his skull.

“What?” You asked, confused, your eyes raking down your body as you inspected to see if there were any scars or new bruises that you hadn’t noticed you’d acquired. Frowning as you didn’t see anything out of place, you screeched, “What? Jason, what’s wrong? Is something stuck? Are you alright—”

“Your bra.” Jason’s voice was hoarse, constricted, and it was then that you noticed that his eyes were glued to your breasts almost anxiously, his lips trapped in between his teeth and a hissssss instead of a breath escaping his lips as he took you in. “It’s…fuck, is that just pure lace?”

You grinned evilly at him, pushing the dress past your thighs and watching as his eyes wandered down with it. He audibly whined and pulled back when he caught sight of your barely-covered pussy, throwing his head back and running a hand down his face. 

“Shit, darlin’ that—a matching set—oh, fuck!”

Jason didn’t want to waste anymore time talking, apparently, because he was already on his way downtown, his lips locking onto your breast and removing your bra completely. Your fingers clutched his hair, sure your fingernails were raking damage into his scalp, but he didn’t seem to care. Your yelps and moans were pathetic, but Jason thrived on them, intent on making you cum by just sucking your nipples and circling your most sensitive points with his tongue. 

Jason seemed to grasp the art of multitasking, because his hand shot down your body as his teeth continued to play with your nipples, his fingers tenderly stroking your clit and eliciting a whimper from your mouth.

“Dammit baby, you’re so wet,” Jason mumbled on your breast, and he shoved two fingers up inside of you, causing your breathing to hasten as your breaths came out in pants, his thumb continuing to rub your clit and his tongue not showing any mercy on your hardened nipples.

A short, few seconds later, you were there, orgasming intensely as his hand continued its very hard, important work, and you bucked further into his touch, encouraging him to remove your underwear. He smirked as he did so, but you didn’t fucking care, and you wasted no time in pulling his own clothes off of him, making sure that you took your time to appreciate how fucking fit he was. 

Your tongue raked down his abs as you made your own way down Jason’s body, stopping just short of his penis. You looked up at him with big, doe eyes, and Jason looked back down at you nervously.

“Doll, you don’t have to—”

You didn’t waste any time in taking him into your mouth completely, your mouth doing exactly what it knew how to do. He was big, but you knew you could handle it—and the way that he was moaning and writhing had you feeling insanely confident.

It was only a minute into it that Jason tore your head away by your hair, and you looked up at him, batting your eyelashes innocently.

“Quit teasin’ me,” Jason growled at you and you giggled, straightening yourself up to be back at his level.

“If you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning?” You antagonized, and you could see Jason’s tongue in his cheek as his eyes brightened and he shook his head at you, picking you up off of your feet and carrying you to the bathroom.

“You fuckin’ little tease,” Jason sneered and you winked at him, allowing him to set you down in his shower. “I want you wet, princess.”

You didn’t bother correcting his old nickname for you—you simply turned on the shower, allowing the hot water to encompass you both as Jason pinned you up against the shower walls, hiking a leg up as he entered you slowly, taking in your face and making sure that you were alright.

Finding the assurance that he needed, he began to pump in and out of you—him being so big that he filled your walls, hitting your g-spot with minimal effort. That, or Jason knew what he was doing, and you were willing to wager that he did. His mouth was biting, licking, and sucking at your clavicle, with one hand working your clit and the other fondling your breasts, focusing heavily on your nipples as he knew that that had made you cum the first time. 

Your eyes couldn’t help but wander up to his hair, now wet from the streaming water, and something about the brown locks hanging down and sticking to his face was so fucking sexy that it made you cum right on the spot—Jason following instantly after.

When the orgasms ended and the high faded shortly after, Jason looked at you, a cheeky smile on his face as he pressed another kiss to your lips, lingering for a long time as he seemed hesitant to let you go. 

“This is real,” you breathed out, and Jason smiled against your lips, your eyes staring at his dimple as it was so close to you now. “Right? This is really happening? You love me? And you want to be—what, my boyfriend?”

Jason laughed out loud at that and you quirked an eyebrow, confused. He only held you closer as he said:

“Sweetheart, I wanna fuckin’ marry you.”

You watched the blush sweep across his face at his admission and you smiled, pulling his head down to yours for a sweet, emotional kiss.

 “I want to take on life with you, baby—one panic attack at a time.”

You giggled, pulling him closer as you pressed another kiss to his lips.

“That was the stupidest joke that you’ve ever made, Jason Kolchek.”

Jason shrugged and turned you around so that your back was pressed to his front, his strong arms cradling around you as he sighed, pressing hundreds of kisses into your wet hair, the water from the shower encompassing you both in a stream of sex and sweetness.

“Yeah, maybe—but it’s the fuckin’ truth baby! You can’t tell me that I ain’t gonna be goin’ through a million more of these Y/n freak-outs!”

Well, yeah. Even you couldn’t deny that one. 

“Yeah, but you’re going to love every second of the panic, Jase.”

You could feel his lips against your back as he smirked.

“Damn fuckin’ straight.”

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[lorebite]

Heyyy ✨ I got a teeny tiny request for ya

Jason blowing y/n’s back out in camp slayer, and they have to keep quiet but y/n can’t help but be loud, so Jason has to cover her mouth the entire time. 🕺🏻

Yes. 😈

Also, this fic feels like a full circle moment with the first Jason fic I’ve written. Sort of how that that one could’ve gone if I had the confidence back then to write full blown unbridled smut. Haha 😄

the silencer || Jason Kolchek x Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI. Cursing. Fem/AFAB reader. Suggestive content (mentions of masturbation, dirty talk, unprotected public sex (p in v), cunnilingus, slight exhibitionism, creampie). Acquaintances to lovers. 

Sharing a living space with a collective of other soldiers meant that at some point, you were going to inevitably walk in on one of your comrades in a compromising situation. And to your dismay, you’ve caught your fair share of unwanted sights that have branded themselves like labels of shame in the back of your mind. But almost none of them – no scratch that – absolutely none of them came close to what you’ve just intruded upon.

Though intrusion was probably an overstatement.

You were on your way to one of the makeshift offices in the temple, a file clutched lazily under your arm. It was a particularly long day of boring paperwork and your brain was barely making it through on autopilot. You wished for nothing but for the day to end, so you could kick off your heavy boots and just get your ass on some damn surface. Hell, you even missed the faulty blistering showers tucked far back in the temple.

Your head overcast with thoughts, the suggestive moans from behind the office door were lost on your ears. You eyed the slight crack and the thin stream of sunlight filtering through it, and nudged the door ajar with the tip of your boot, an absentminded whistle flitting through your puckered lips. The door creaked open and you stepped in, flinging the file onto the old desk that was more dust than wood at this point.

A hunched over husk of a person loomed in the corner of the room, their broad shoulders guised by the shadow of the file cabinets propped against a chipped column. Their head whipped around as the echo of your footfalls resounded within the vicinity. Your eyes blew wide, the vague tune dying on your lips, startling upon finally noticing your lieutenant loitering by the wall.

You opened your mouth to offer an apology but your gaze dropped to the frantic movements of his hands by his crotch and the unmistakable hasty zip that tolled like church bells in your ears, realization immediately dawning on you.

“Holy shit!” You cried, spinning on your heels and facing the door you had just walked through. You were more shocked than anything. As if only now you were realizing that your superior was just another regular man donned in the military getup. It oddly humbled him in your eyes. “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t know you were here.”

Why are you here in the first place? The question crossed your mind but of course, not that you were going to say it out loud. It was easier to end up on Kolchek’s bad side than good. You didn’t want his laser focus on your every fucking move just because you struck a nerve. You knew he would grill you if you put one wrong foot forward from then on.

He cleared his throat. “‘S fine.” 

It wasn’t, though. Not for him. If the sharp irritation cutting into his voice was any indication. Was he close? He probably was. The thought brought a sly smile to your lips.

You peeked over your shoulder, contemplating whether you should turn back around.

“This isn’t exactly the most private room here, is it? I suppose desperate times call for desperate measures.” You couldn’t help the teasing lilt that leaked into your tone.

“You wanna repeat that, sergeant?” He snapped. You bit the inside of your cheek, fighting tooth and nail to hold in the snicker bubbling in your throat. Kolchek huffed irritatedly. He took your silence a good enough response. “Get back to your business.”

You turned on the balls of your feet, eyes avoiding his as they crinkled with the grin threatening to split open your face. Making a B line to the file cabinets, you saw him palm himself in an attempt to adjust his bulge when he thought he’s left your line of sight, a choked grunt catching in the back of his throat.

“If one word of this gets out—” His gruff voice came from behind you as you pulled back a drawer.

You clicked your tongue, cutting him off. “My ass is toast. Message received loud and clear, sir.” You turned with a smirk, irises shrunk with mischief. “But maybe next time, pick another room to hog. Not the exact place other soldiers frequent.”

Kolchek waved a hand vaguely, already sliding a foot out the door. He seemed so impatient to get away from you, almost as if he was already thinking of another empty room he could take for himself right as he was about to walk out.

You spoke again, “You know, I can help you out with that.”

That wasn’t much of a secret. Not to you or any soldier of your ranking anyway. When months grew long and tedious and, one by one, you gave in to the temptation of your mind, you’d find ways to sneak out with a willing partner past the curfew. And you’ve been on enough of these nightly ventures to know how quickly desperate and touch starved a human body can become once it’s denied of its fulfillment.

So, it was only easy to assume that Kolchek probably hadn’t had another pair of hands to take care of him in a long time, being a young lieutenant and all. And as he spun back around, despite how his face contorted into a sour expression, you could see his pupils blowing wide as his eyes met yours.

“The hell’re you on about?” His voice came low, almost threatening. As if he was daring you to bring up the predicament you’d found him in once more, so he could use that as an excuse to chastise you.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” You smiled sweetly, the feigned innocence cloaking the insinuation behind your words. “I’m not doing you any favors, of course. I scratch your back, you scratch mine.”

His eyes drifted up and down your body, wetting his lips, a skeptical look burned deep into the lines of his face. He tilted his head, a finger rising to wave in your direction.

“This some kinda joke, marine? You forget your damn place.”

You turned around, fully facing him now, your shoulders shifting in a lazy shrug as a wide smile took up your face. “Just a little offer, sir. No harm meant.”

His eyes fluttered close, head rolling back on his shoulders as a muttered “fuck’s sake” fell off his tongue. When he opened them again, his heated eyes, darkened and rich with need, bore into yours.

“Come here.” He growled.

He paced the room in two full strides, his large palm pushing against your chest. Your back thudded the wall behind you, air audibly escaping your mouth. His lips were on yours before you could draw your next breath, his feverish body pressing desperately into you.

His teeth sunk into your lip, fingers lowering to dig dents in your waist. You hissed, pulling your head back and against the wall. His warm lips trailed down your neck, tongue worming through his teeth to press against your pulse point.

“Take these fucking pants off.” He said in your ear, voice low and gravely as he tugged at your belt.

He pried your pants open before you had the chance to act of your own accord, the heavy fabric sliding down your legs. His forefinger hooked behind the waistband of your panties and pulled it down to your ankles. He remained at your feet, raising a hand to slip under his cap and toss it aside. He cradled your hips in his rough palms as he peered up at you.

“Spread your legs for me.”

And you did. He pressed an open mouthed kiss to your mound, lowering his lips to your clit. His tongue lapped at the yearning bud and you gasped, your fingers sinking in his soft tousled locks. His lips cupped around your pussy and you let a tight lipped moan slip through your clenched teeth, bucking your hips into his face.

“Ja—Jason. Fuck.” You whined.

He moaned at the sound of his name, jostling you suddenly against his mouth. Face now buried into you, his teeth clamped down on your clit. You cried out, back arched. Jason leaned away with round eyes staring up at you, a string of saliva linking his lips to your pussy. He shushed you gently.

“Careful now, sweetheart,” he paused to suck your flushed clit into his mouth once. “Not fishing for trouble, are you?”

You moaned breathlessly in response.

“I know, baby. I know,” he cooed, voice muffled against your pussy as the tip of his tongue fluttered rapidly. “But you gotta keep it down a little. Can you do that for me? Hmm?”

You panted, words barely making out as your fingers coiled rigidly in his hair. He groaned, his tongue pressing flat against your clit, drawing a firm upward streak. He craned his neck, his warm mouth finding your soaked slit. His nose pushed firmly into you as his tongue slithered between your folds, reaching in as far as he could while on his knees. 

A drawn out whine slipped through your lips, your fingers pulling greedily at his hair. Jason chuckled against you and returned his mouth to your clit. He lifted a hand to your weeping cunt, forefinger toying around your entrance. The tip of his finger slid along your folds, sinking in easily when he pushed between them. And he moaned at the warm walls swallowing his finger.

“Ah, shit, baby. I can’t wait to feel you all around me.” His breathless whines were smothered against you as he curled his tongue back around your clit. “But I’m gonna make you cum on my face ‘fore that... mmm, yes, baby,” he drawled, his voice a guttural hum in the back of his throat. “Can you cum for me? I need you to cum for me. I’m so hard for you right now. It hurts so bad in these fucking pants.”

“Fucking hell, Jason.” You sobbed.

“You’re getting a kick out of this, aren’t you?” He stared up, tilting his head. A faint smirk curving his lips. “Saying my name like that as if I’m not your fucking superior.”

You managed a breathy chuckle through quick gulps of air. 

“You like seeing me at your feet? So needy and desperate for you. How long you’ve been picturing me like this? Be honest.”

Jason had been on your mind for quite a while now. You’d thought about what it would be like if you stole him away for a midnight quickie when the rest of the barracks slept. He was an ass sometimes, sure. But goddamit if he wasn’t a fine piece of ass. However, he didn’t need to know that. Not right now.

“You talk too much, Kolchek.” Your fingers twisted tightly in his hair. Jason clenched his teeth, eyes fluttering shut as the dull ache of your fingernails rippled through his scalp. “Put that mouth to better use.” 

You pushed his face back into your pussy. A noise of surprise rolled off his tongue as his lips landed clumsily on your clit. His hands stroked along your thighs. Warm calloused palms moving across your smooth skin, rising to hold your hips firmly, nails digging into your flesh.

His mouth began moving on you at a punishing pace, refusing to loosen his grip even as you squirmed against him, speedily building you up. You gasped, hands flying against the wall behind you with nothing to cling to as the first bursts of your orgasm coursed through your body. You moaned, the sound escaping you before you had the chance to stifle it, and you clasped a hand against your mouth as the sounds left you in rapid succession. 

He leaned away from you, lips parted into a toothy smile as he looked up at you with a gaze riddled with rich lust, irises a pair of thin rims around his pupils. His chin glistened with the smears of your arousal in the dull light of the room, his fringe a dark shock of mess curtaining his eyes. He darted out his tongue to wet the corner of his mouth, lips rolling between his teeth as he rose to his feet.

His lips returned upon yours. Lifting a hand to the back of your neck, his long fingers buried in your hair as he tilted his head, meeting your tongue with a quick brush of his own. A low hum vibrated in his throat as his palm slid down to rest against your neck, his thumb sat just above the ridge of your jaw.

He kissed the tip of your tongue as he leaned back. Slipping a finger down the opening of your top, he pulled you towards the desk, making you chase after his mouth as he pressed you against its edge.

“Turn around.” He said softly, his fingers toying with the hem of your shirt, feeling the warm skin underneath against their rough pads.

You followed, bending over the desk and propping your palms down on the filthy surface, picking up the dust against your skin. You heard Jason unzip his pants and shuffle them down, groaning as he unsheathed himself. His throbbing cock pressed against your rear as he kicked your feet apart.

“Should’ve shut the fucking door.” He chuckled breathlessly into your ear.

You swallowed thickly, biting your lip. How ironic was that? You were making fun of him for taking care of himself in a less than ideal place. Now you had bent your will to his interest. In that same less than ideal place. Hard to decide which one of you really won in the end.

The tip of Jason’s cock grazed your entrance, sliding up and down as he smeared your wetness all over himself. Nails digging into your hips once more, he pried slowly into your folds. A suppressed grunt tore past his lips as he finally made it in, his harsh heated breaths fanning the side of your neck, his chest heaving against your back. 

A trembling gasp made it through your lips. Your nails scratched the cold surface of the desk, your chin dipping to your chest as your walls stung deliciously, slowly adjusting. Jason began carefully moving in and out, rhythm measured and even, moaning into your shoulder, his teeth sinking into the skin in an attempt to muffle himself. 

“Fuck, baby. Ah. You feel so fucking good.”

Your hips met his every time he brimmed you. He slithered his way in, then slowly dragged his length out, his cock gliding with ease through your swollen folds. His fingers were bruisingly firm on your thighs, his choked groans slipping through clenched teeth. His face hid in the crook of your neck, his disheveled hair tickling the skin. 

His pace slowly increased, and with that, so did your volume. He let two fingers down to your clit, rubbing firm circles into the bud. You let your head back, a loud moan ripping free from your throat, your weight growing light on your knees.

“Shhh.” Jason said in your ear, the sound breaking with each thrust of his hips.

He sped up his fingers, his lips pressing to the length of your neck, the kisses growing sloppier as his rhythm became more erratic. You gritted your teeth, your voice betraying you as you struggled to rein in your moans. The sounds left you in a string of incoherent sounds that died before they had the chance to form into proper words.

“Sweetheart… p—please…” Jason panted. “Quietly. Shit.”

You gasped at the stammer in his words. A sudden bubble of heat burst in your core, making your walls clench around him. Hearing his confidence sink under the weight of his lust made it very difficult to hold yourself back.

And it was as if your voice was defying him almost on purpose now, pouring out more and louder sounds through your lips. Jason gave a defeated grunt, raising a hand to plaster over your mouth, using up the leverage to pound relentlessly into you. You moaned into his palm, chest hitching as halved noises spilled from your throat. 

The ticklish warmth in your core turned rapidly into a stinging heat, your walls fluttering around Jason as you came, your voice slipping through the cracks between his fingers. Jason groaned into your shoulder, finally tipping over the edge as well, brimming you with his warm seed.

He rest his forehead against the back of your neck, his breaths brushing the skin as he calmed down. He loosened his grip on your hips, raising an arm instead to coil around your waist, pulling you to his chest. His stubble pricked your shoulder as he leaned his chin against it, lips finding the soft spot beneath your ear. They lingered moments after the kiss ended as he soaked in the welcoming heat of your skin against his.

“That was…” he started quietly.

“Great?” You finished for him and you felt him nod his head slowly, winding his arms tighter around you. You turned around in his embrace, hanging your arms over his shoulders. “So, where are we going from here?”

His eyes shifted between your features as if you had the answer for him. But then his eyebrow gave a small twitch an instance later, and his face became devoid of its previous emotion, jaw becoming set. He distanced himself from you and began fumbling with his pants.

“What is it?” You insisted.

“We’ll bury today in this room. Nothing happened here as far as I’m concerned.”

You tilted your head, a coy smile quirking your lips. “Riiight. I get what this is.”

“Then I ain’t gotta repeat myself twice.” He gave a curt, almost bordering on professional, nod. His eyes avoided yours as he ran his fingers through his hair.

You picked up his cap from the ground and walked to him, stretching out the article towards him. He went to take it from you only to have his fingers close around empty air as you pulled it back to your chest.

“That means as long as we’re in this room, whatever we do is like never happened. Right?” A playful smirk slowly spread across your lips.

Jason opened his mouth before he closed it wordlessly with a suspicious raise of his brow. You made a circle around him to the door, flipping its lock after closing it. You turned back around to face him.

“I think there’s a lot more we could get up to before we leave.”

#jason kolchek x reader #jason kolchek x you #jason kolchek x y/n #house of ashes jason #jason kolchek #house of ashes x reader

[kassiekole22]

Christmas Miracle

Picture edited by me.

Description: You and Jason share a nice Christmas with your family...

Warnings: Fluff, Jason Is A Sweetheart And A Perfect Husband, Eventual Smut, P In V, Creampie, Breeding Kink. (And Joey, Merwin, and Clarice are alive in this.)

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: Merry Christmas, Buds! Luckily, I was able to finish this fic just in time. I'll have to apologize for any typos because I was a little wasted when I finished writing the other half of it. 😂 And to the person who sent in a Christmas request, I am going to be a few days late with your fic. I don't want to rush it because I want it to be perfect. The dialog is a bit shit and boring but I hope you still enjoy it. Again, Merry Christmas, Buds. I hope it's magical. 💖✨ A portion of this fic is based on this picture by @containsnut.

MasterList: 💖

Jason's Angels: @lorebite, @yellowroses-world, @house-of-kolchek, @yeslieutenant, @koexchange, @yesitsloulou, @mistmoose, and @jasonexo.

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My eyes slowly opened to the sound of little footsteps running quickly down the hallway outside of our room. It was still a little dark in the room, but I could tell by looking through the curtain that the sun was beginning to rise. I continued to lay in bed, getting every bit of rest I could while waiting for our demise. Seconds later, our bedroom door flew open as our Son Jack and our Daughter Hope ran into the room.

"It's Christmas!" They cheered excitedly as they jumped onto our bed. Jason threw his arm over his eyes and let out a groan as I chuckled at both my husband's attitude and my children's excitement.

"Wake up, Dad!" Jack yelled as he attempted to nudge Jason's arm off of his eyes but failed due to his muscular arm being to heavy for the small boy to push. Jack was only five years old but as tough as nails just like his Daddy. And Hope, she was ten and had my sass and sense of humor. I was definitely a proud Momma.

Hope began helping Jack by shaking Jason's shoulder. He only groaned in response while I sat back, hiding a giggle behind my amused smile while watching my family's annual Christmas morning brawl.

"Would you control your children!" Jason grumbled and I couldn't stop myself at bursting out laughing. Usually, Jason was a morning person and would play up being tired to amuse the kids every Christmas morning but today he was actually tired. We hadn't gotten alot of sleep the night before. Luckily, we thought to put our pajamas back on before falling asleep to prevent our children from trauma, knowing that they would ambush us early the next morning.

"But Dear, they're you're children too." I responded as innocence honeyed my voice. There was no damn way he was winning this.

"But you grew them in your belly, Honey." Jason countered as he lifted his arm off of his face to show me his smug smirk, clearly thinking that he had won.

"And you left them there, Sweetie." I smiled innocently at the ex Marine as our children stared at us with equally confused looks on their faces. Jason narrowed his eyes at me before sighing and rubbing his hands down his face.

"Fine." He mumbled into his palms before getting up and putting on a t-shirt, covering his toned form. A part of me hated when he did that. I put on my favorite robe and me and Jason followed our children down the stairs.

The kids gasped ran right over to the shiny tree that and sat right down on the floor that has been covered in presents. I always loved this part of Christmas the most. The kids' reaction to all of the goodies that Santa had left behind always warmed my heart and I knew that someday, when they were adults, I would miss it dearly. The thought of those moments becoming distant memories in the future always saddened me until I would remember something that would make me even happier and excited for the future than before: Grandchildren!!!

"Alright, children! Hang on a minute!" Jason called out as we entered the living room, stopping our kids from tearing into their presents like wild animals. Both kids heaved an over dramatic, disappointed sigh before setting down their gifts and raising their hands in the air like bandits caught in the act just like Jason had taught them to do.

"We will go one at a time, ya hear? Since Hope is the oldest, she'll go first." Jason instructed firmly as he grabbed a specific present from under the tree and handed it to our young girl.

"But Dad!" Jack whined like a bratty toddler and Jason turned to give him a stern stare.

"No "but's". Listen to your Father, Jack." I said as I settled down on the couch.

"Fine!" He grumbled as he folded his arms across his chest and pouted as his sister tore into her present. It was longer after that he was smiling just as big as he was while opening his first present as well. And it definitely didn't take long for them to tear through the whole pile like little the Tasmanian Devils they were.

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The kids sat on the floor and waited patiently as Jason tore each toy out of their packaging and I watched with a big smile on my face. The noise had calmed down and everything was peaceful and quiet other than the sound of our kids chatting about their gifts or the occasional colorful word that Jason would spat out while cutting or pinching himself on the sharp plastic of the packaging, teaching our kids new words that I did not at all approve of. Despite how wonderful everything felt in the moment, I felt my stomach suddenly beginning to turn.

"Jason." I muttered as I stood up. "I'm not feeling well. Do you mind if go lay down for a few?"

"Of course not." Jason said as he gave Jack his freshly opened toy and walked over to me before gently placing his hand on the small of my back and pressed a soft kiss to my temple. "I'll make you a coffee and bring it up to you."

"Best husband ever." I murmured before giving him a quick peck on the cheek and headed upstairs.

Me and Jason were not married when I got pregnant with Hope. We got married a month after finding out. Some say that we only got married due to the pregnancy. But it was much more than that. We knew that we wanted to spend the rest of our lives with each other even before I got pregnant with Hope. It was a small wedding. We went to the court house, only our parents and Jason's best friend Nick was there, and Jason borrowed his Dad's suit and I borrowed my Mom's dress. We couldn't afford much so it had to do at the time. We had always planned on having an actual wedding someday but life always got in the way of things. It was fine. I accepted it as just a pipe dream now. And I was ok with that. What mattered was now.

I finally got upstairs and settled into bed, Jason came up shortly after to hand me my freshly made coffee. I felt my heart swelled with love for him just for doing this simple act. Jason was always the type of husband to do anything to make my life better. Big or small, he would always think of something. It was something that I was so grateful for.

"Careful. It's hot." He warned as he handed the heated mug to me.

"I know. Thank you, Sweetheart." I took the drink from him and took a slow sip, humming in satisfaction as the warmth calmed my stomach.

"You're welcome, Darlin'. Have a good rest." He kissed me on the forehead before leaving the room to tend to our children downstairs.

I propped my pillow up behind me and leaned back to enjoy the peace. I could hear Jason and the children downstairs below me and I smiled to myself as I enjoyed the heat of the mug in my hands and the satisfying feeling of a sick feeling slowly decaying. I laid like that for around twenty minutes before finishing my coffee and taking a nap.

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I stood at the kitchen sink, peeling potatoes for our Christmas dinner while the turkey cooked in the oven, filling the house with a mouth-watering scent. Jason and the kids were outside and though the peace was nice, I still missed the constant noise that my family always provided in the house. As if my lonely thoughts were answered, I heard the faint sound of my children laughing and looked up and peered out the window to see Jason and the kids building a snowman outside.

They all had big smiles on their faces and matching dimples on each cheek. My heart melted as I watched them. Jason was making the bottom, Hope was making the middle, and Jack was making the head. It was the cutest thing I had ever set my eyes on. Once Jason helped them to put the pieces together, he began putting small rocks on it's face to make a friendly smile.

"Look, Dad." Jack called out to get Jason's attention as he held up a tiny version of the snowman that they had already made. "So he doesn't get lonely."

"That's great, Son! Hey, he looks a lot like you!" Jason chuckled as he took the tiny snowman and set him down beside the bigger one.

"Why don't we make the whole family?" Hope suggested as she began rolling another snowball around the yard.

"Good idea!" Jack yelled excitedly as he began helping his sister by rolling his own sonwball as well.

I continued to watch instead of doing what I was supposed to be doing while they made the whole family. A snowman for each of us. It was beautiful. The moment gave me a very faint memory of back when I was a child, around Jack's age. Me and my family would go outside each Christmas to build a little family of snowmen and play in the snow. Though it was such a long time ago, I always treasured it with all of my heart and it made me happy to know that my children got to have the same experience. I only hoped that someday, they would cherish those memories as well.

"There! All done!" Jason said as he brushed the excess snow off of his gloved hands while standing up. There stood four snowmen before them. One for each of us.

"They look just like us, don't they Dad?" Jack asked as he stood back and admired their hard work with his father and Sister.

"They sure do!" Jason assured him.

"I love you, Dad." Due to being too short to give him an actual hug, Jack hugged Jason's leg.

"Yeah, I love you too, Dad." Hope parroted her brother as she also gave Jason a hug on the other side, only reaching up to his waist.

"I love you too, Kids." Jason kneeled down so his children could give him a proper hug and wrapped his arms around them, holding them as the fluffy snowflakes continued to fall over them. I cursed myself for not having my camera on me to capture that precious moment forever.

Afterwards, Jason and the children came inside, tracking snow all over the floor. Usually I'd be mad at them for it. But today, I didn't care. Jason came right over to me and kissed me on the cheek before grabbing the kettle and filling it full of water while the children took off their winter jackets, gloves, and boots.

"What are you up to?" I asked as I turned my attention back to the potatoes in front of me.

"Makin' hot chocolate for the kids. You want some?" He offered kindly. Once the kettle was full, he flicked the switch on and the water began to boil.

"I'd love some but unfortunately, I have to get on making dinner. Everybody will be here in a few hours." I sighed as I finished peeling my last potato and rinsed them off one last time in the sink before putting the full pot on the stove.

"Yes! Uncle Nick gives the best presents!" Jack shouted as he came running into the kitchen.

"You're wrong! Aunt Clarice is the best at giving presents!" Hope declared as she followed her little brother into the room. "She bought us a CD player last year!"

"Well, what about the others? They still get you nice things." I asked as I glanced over to them for a brief moment before turning on the stove.

"Yeah, Mom's right. Uncle Eric got you a science kit last year and Aunt Rachel got me a new Barbie." Hope mentioned to Jack as she sat down at the kitchen table and took a gingerbread cookie out of the jar I had set out for them after they went outside.

"That science kit sure was fun. But the football from Uncle nick was better." Jack protested as he took a cookie as well before nibbling away at it.

"Wait! But Uncle Merwin got us those Nerf guns!" Hope suddenly remembered.

"I didn't appreciate that." Jason muttered as he jokingly rubbed his side.

"Oh, don't lie! I seen you playing with them too!" I swatted his chest playfully as I caught his little white lie. He chuckled while raising his hands in defense.

"And Uncle Joey got us those video games." Jack continued to add to their list. Yup, with all of the friends Jason brought back from the Marines, our children sure were spoiled.

"Well, what about Uncle Salim?" Jason spoke up and I nodded my head, curious about their lack of mentioning him too.

"He got us books!" Jack cried as he threw his arms in the air like it was the worst thing ever. Yup, he was definitely his Father's Son.

"Very expensive books too! You better appreciate those!" I ordered as I gave my Son a semi-stern glare while pointing a spoon, that had been sitting on the counter next to me, at him to single him out in the room.

"Yes, Mom!" Jack sighed dramatically with a roll of his eyes, earning a stern look from his Father until I shook my head subtlety, letting him know that it was ok.

"At least Zain isn't as bad as his Dad at present getting and got us a Soccer ball." Hope mentioned and Jack nodded his head in agreement. "I'll agree to that!"

"Ok, you guys. Go play. I have to continue with dinner." I cut into the conversation, shooing the kids away with my hands. As much as I loved my family's company, I really needed to get things done before the party started.

"Ok." Both children huffed insync before leaving the kitchen and I chuckled to myself. I loved when they did that.

"Hey, I have to go out for a few, ok?" Jason mumbled as he walked passed me to grab his coat by the door. I turned to watch him a moment, pondering why he would be going out now of all times.

"Oh, ok. Last minute shopping? Did you forget to get me a present again?" I raised a brow, waiting for an answer as my lips turned up into a crooked grin.

"For the love of God, that happened one time and it will never happen again, woman!" Jason rasped in defense but I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was holding back a laugh. I chuckled as the memory danced in my mind while shaking my head, remembering the terrified look in his eyes when I asked him what he had gotten me for Christmas. "I just gotta go do something."

"Ok. Well, be careful. Those roads are icy as hell." I warned as I turned my attention to the stove in front of me.

"I always am." He said in an overly cocky and smug tone and I rolled my eyes at that bullshit statement. "Goodbye. Love you."

"I love you too, Kitten. Goodbye."

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The house was very quite. It was only eleven-something pm but the peace was nice. The room was illuminated only by the dancing lights on our tree. After hours of old stories, board games, dancing, and several kisses with Jason under the mistletoe, Salim, Zain, Nick, Eric, Rachel, Clarice, Joey, and Merwin had all gone home from our yearly Christmas party just minutes ago. It was such a blast to see them again. And the party was so fun too. There was music, snacks, bake goods that me and Jason made together the night before, presents; but me and Jason decided to wait to open the presents that we had gotten for each other until it was just the two of us. And now that the children we asleep and we were alone, we finally could.

"Hey, Babe." Jason said as he walked into our living room, holding something behind his back. "Come over here for this."

Though in my mind I questioned why he had told me to do that, I obeyed, standing right in front of our tree with him. I was more excited to give him my present than to receive my own this year. This was something that him and I both wanted for a very long time, so I could barely wait another second to keep it to myself.

He stood in front of me, smiling so big that his dimples were showing more than ever. He looked as excited as a little child which warmed my heart even more than the furnace that was running at the time, decaying the cold chill in the room and replacing it with a cozy warmth. The lights on the tree twinkled within his dark chocolate orbs as they watched me eagerly.

He slipped whatever he had hiding behind his back in his back pocket and took my hands in his own as the excitement within his eyes turned soft and loving. I felt a shift in the energy, going from exciting anticipation to loving and wholesome.

"(Y/N), you have been with me through my best moments and worst moments. You were always there for me when I needed it the most. For years we've shared a life, this house, our love, and so much more; You are not only my lover or the mother of my children but my best friend..." He paused for a moment and let go of my hands to reach into his pocket and pull out a small box. He got down on one knee and it was as if time itself stood still as he opened the box to reveal a small diamond ring. "I love you, (Y/n). I want to be with you forever. I know we have done this once before but we didn't do it right. We didn't do it the way you deserved. I want to see you walk down that isle to me. I want to see you in that dress you dreamed of wearin' ever since you were a little girl. I want to exchange our vows in front of everyone we know and kiss you to make it official. I want to make so many more memories with you and grow old with you. So, (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N), will you marry me again?"

"Oh, my God." I choked out between sobs. I felt tears run down my cheeks as I watched Jason, down on his knee before me, eagerly waiting for an answer. And in the end, there was no question what my answer was. We both knew. "Yes!"

With that being said, Jason stood up and gave me a chaste kiss on the lips before taking the ring out of it's box and carefully slid it onto my finger. Though there was a bit of difficulty.

"Jesus, I'm sorry. I think I got it a size too small." He mumbled as his smile fell into a disappointed frown as he pushed and pushed on the ring before finally getting it over my knuckle.

"Oh, no. You didn't. Trust me." I chuckled as I wiped my tears away with my other hand. "Do you want your present now?"

"Hell yes!" His eyes lit up with excitement again, making me giggle at his child-like innocence.

"Open your hand and close your eyes." I ordered and he obeyed, holding his hand out in front of him as he squeezed his eyes shut. I placed his present in his hand. "Ok. You can open them now."

He opened his eyes and furrowed his brows as he stared at the small stick on his hand.

"W-What is this?" He asked as he narrowed his eyes at it before they shot open as it dawned on him. "Wait- No!"

"You're gonna be a Dad again! We're having a baby!" I cheered excitedly and his wide eyes shot up to meet mine, almost as if he was trying to make sure that I was serious and not joking.

"Oh, my fuckin' God! Holy shit!" He shouted and I instantly shushed him between giggles of amusement. As much as I loved to see him excited like this, I didn't want to run the risk of him waking up the children. "Oh. S-Sorry." He chuckled as he lowered his voice below medium level.

"It's ok." I giggled quietly. "You always said that you wanted a big family."

"Fuck yeah, I did." He admitted as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer. "I love you so fuckin' much, Darlin'."

"I love you too, Sweetie." I whispered softly before pressing a gentle kiss to his soft lips.

Without warning, he picked me up and I let out a gasp. Giggling at my reaction, he carried me to our room. After closing the door with his shoulder and laying me down on the bed, he began gently removing each piece of clothing to free my naked body. He took a step back to remove his own clothes, only to get back on top of me merely seconds later. His lips pressed against mine tenderly as his hands moved up my body in the most gentle way.

I had almost forgotten just how sensitive I would get when I was pregnant until he slowly pushed his thick length into me. I didn't expect it, especially since I wasn't as sensitive the night before but it definitely was a nice surprise. He stayed still for a couple of minutes longer than he usually would to allow me to adjust his size before slowly pulling out to the tip and pushing back in at the same speed.

I had expected him to pick up the pace after a few thrusts, to get a little rougher with me like he always did but instead, he continued at the same speed.

"Jason," I chuckled breathlessly, catching his attention. "I'm not glass, you know. I won't break."

"I know. I just want to be careful." He murmured softly with a faint laugh at the end of his sentence.

His words melted my heart like his member melted the knot that was twisting in my core, waiting to explode and fill me with the high I craved so desperately. I kisses his lips and he finally began thrusting a little harder but still held back. Even the slightest movement made me feel like I was on cloud nine. I could feel everything now. The texture of his skin, the veins, I had never been this sensitive; not even with Jack and Hope.

His soft lips found my neck and pressed slow and tender kisses to it's length. I pushed my head back into the pillow to give him easier access as my back arched. My arousal grew fast and I already felt like I was close. I tried so hard to bite back the moans but it was nearly impossible. Even his finger tips brushing over my ribs and sent overwhelming shocks of pleasure throughout my already trembling body.

"Fuck." Jason muttered against my feverish skin. "You're so beautiful. And you're so, so beautiful when my baby is inside of you. I can't wait to fuck you with that big belly."

Jason's words sent shivers down my spine as that pre-orgasm tingle loomed over my body. I wrapped my legs around his hips and my arms around his torso to pull him closer to me, forcing his dick deeper inside of me and causing the tip to hit my sweetspot perfectly. It was all I needed to succumb to my heavenly fate and fall over the edge into pure ecstasy.

I buried my face into his shoulder to muffle my cries as I squirmed beneath him. It was more powerful than any orgasm I had ever experienced. My eyes rolled into the back of my head before squeezing shut as I practically screamed into his shoulder. His arms snaked under my body to hold me close and cradle my trembling form as he fucked me thoroughly through my orgasm.

My core squeezed down on him like the jaws of life and within seconds after, he followed me off of the edge and came inside of me. His heavenly moans in my ear along with the new warmth his cum provided in my core only helped to keep my high going for a bit longer. After we had both been thoroughly fucked, he pulled away from me only a little bit to look me in the eyes as he began to caress my face gently.

"I love you so much." He whispered before planting another tender kiss to my lips. After the kiss, we didn't pull away like we usually did. Instead, we stayed in place, enjoying the warmth and the feeling of skin to skin.

"I love you too." I murmured against his lips as my high began to fade, causing me to grow quite tired as the adrenaline died away.

We gazed into each other's eyes for a moment longer before he rolled over to lay beside me and hold me in a close embrace. Once again, everything was quiet. I closed my eyes and nuzzled into Jason's chest, breathing in his woodsy scent.

"So that's why you went out early? To get the ring?" I asked as I peered back up at him. He looked down at me as a fond smile returned to his lips.

"Yeah, they were late with my order. I was lucky to get it today." He sighed. "I know it's small but it's all I could afford. Do you like it?"

"Honey, it's perfect. I love it." My smile widened as I gazed down at the ring on my finger. It was so sparky and pretty. It was perfect for representing our love for each other. "Do you like your Christmas present?"

"Baby," He whispered as he brought his hand down to my stomach to rub slow circles over it while the other stayed on the small of my back, keeping me as close as possible. "I'm over the moon for it. Just like I am for you."

After sharing one final kiss for the night, I rested my face against his chest and counted each one of the freckles peppered across his skin as my eyelids grew heavy. The warmth of his body not only protected me from the chill in the air, but made me feel even more loved. Finally deciding to surrender in my fight against my tiredness, I fell asleep to the sweet feeling of Jason gently rubbing my stomach. What a perfect end to a perfect Christmas.

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