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inkskinned · 2 years

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i know people are good because of this: the universe often assigns me side quests. in a circular strangeness; despite my inability to locate my-own-anything, i am almost-always finding someone else's lost things. dogs, coats, phones, cash, laptops. it happens so often it's almost tiring; suddenly being looped into a tiny amount of detective work.

but when i'm with other people who are not used to this: the response is almost invariably delight. yes, maybe they are simply thrilled by the mystery. it's just... they light up so much. i think maybe more... i think they like the opportunity to do something kind.

a few weeks ago, i was at a bar and i found a wallet as soon as we stepped outside. i felt nervous to ask for help, worried i would be holding up the night. i picked it up and said go on without me, i should help this get back to its home.

instead, three people pulled out their phones - to find him on facebook, to help cancel his credit cards. two people went back into the bar to tell the bartender, two others went calling down the street. group texts, facebook posts, instagram stories. people, without even seeing what happened, start offering help to me. fifteen minutes and: someone knows someone who knows the guy. the cheer that went up - just for finding him, just for this small thing. someone gets him on the phone. strangers dance around me, hopping on their feet - are you the girl that found that wallet? good for you, that's a good thing you're doing/same thing happened to me and somebody did what you're doing and i thank god everyday for people like you/i can't believe you found him so fast this is so exciting

i gave it back to him in a parking lot. i watched his shoulders sag with relief. there was cash in it still - he checked the pocket, and then sheepishly held the money out to me. i didn't take it. i held up my hands. "it's no problem, man. i know you'd do the same for me."

i don't know him, to be honest. i don't know if he is the same kind of person i am. but he nodded at me.

and i know people are good. i know people are good, because the way this story ends isn't surprising. we wave goodbye awkwardly. my friend loops their arm around me.

"i can't believe we got it back to him," they said. "i'm going to be riding that high for weeks."

#i lost my wallet in disney world once #and really thought i had beefed it bc i was 19 and alone #and a woman got it back to me within an hour #just like . a mom #i have no idea how she got my number or info #and i do think that since then karmatically god has been like.#ur about to be the same person in someone else's life #btw i like the side quests but they never happen at a good time #once saved 2 lost dogs while on the way to the airport. i already had my 70 pound dog in the back of my car #and had to chase 2 dogs down the street to wrastle into my passenger seat #(she ended up writing me the fucking nicest thank you card and sending me WAY #W A Y too much in target bucks as a thank-you)#i went 2 go see batman the other night and legit like. had already been running late #to go see a friend #and instead was like. sorry i have to step outside and use this person's phone to see if i can find them #i once found 250 dollars in cash lol #MEANWHILE IN MY PRIVATE LIFE #I LOSE FUCKING EVERYTHING #adhd will be like #: thou art so observant that it is distracting :#: BUT not observant towards items that are not novel to you :#: die mad about it :#: so it is written. so it must be :#: no nobody saw where you put the fucking car keys :

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jupitercomet · 5 months

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Two for the Show: Act I

summary - When it comes to relationships, Jake Seresin is hardly conventional. He exchanges money for company and stress relief. He clears out a Tiffany's just because he can. He gives you everything you want like it's his job. But the one thing Jake Seresin doesn't do is fall in love - no matter how badly you wish he did.

warnings - sugar daddy au, ceo au, grumpy x sunshine, language, brief smut, reader has a somewhat toxic relationship with sex, themes around sex work and objectification, Jake is 6'7" because I said so

word count - 3.0k

million dollar man masterlist

Your body bounces slightly on the firm mattress, the bed sheet already sticking to your perspired skin. It’s almost uncomfortable—like hotel bedding—and it rubs up against you in a way that has you arching to get away from it. Your hand falls limply next to your head and you extend it downward to grab a grounding handful of the sheets under your raised thighs.

A pillow slides under your tailbone, keeping you propped up, and then he’s sliding back in and continuing his pace. A large hand grabs at your breast, squeezing it lewdly as the new angle has gentle moans leaving your lips and your eyes fluttering closed. His head drops to your chest, following his hand and biting and nipping at the skin roughly. In your head, you can see him looking at you, those green eyes teasing and lustful as he covers you in hickies. It feels good.

“Fuck,” he groans, raising his head suddenly. “You’re so tight.”

You preen, feeling saliva cool on your skin, and pat blindly for his hand. You want to hold his hand. But suddenly both his hands are holding on to the meat of your hips, fingers squeezing into you so hard you know it’ll leave bruises in the morning. You take it though, it almost feels good, your body bouncing as he thrusts into you harder.

Grunts fill the room, deep and masculine, overpowering your soft gasps. Eyes cinched closed, you let a hand trace up sweaty, muscled skin, your fingernails digging into his tough shoulder when a particularly rough thrust has you shifting against the mattress.

Still shrouded in darkness, your fingers trail up the soft skin of his neck and tangle in blond strands. They’re soft and just slightly wet against your skin. They remind you of something, it stirs in your belly like a kindle of recollection. You know the feeling and you’ve felt it before. Something so familiar, but so long ago you’ve almost forgotten.

It hits you suddenly.

A feather boa.

His hair almost feels like a feather boa against your palm and fingertips. But not just a feather boa, no, a purple one. The purple one your mother had that she’d whip out every Halloween, laying it out on her shoulders on top of her black dress. She wore the same thing every year, a black dress, a pointed hat that she’d always take off at some point during the night, and a purple boa. “I’m a witch,” she told you when you asked. And you wanted to argue that the costume hardly made her a witch and that she couldn’t just dress up as the same thing every year, but then you couldn’t really imagine her being anything else.

She’d hand out candy and the pointed hat would slip down to her eyes as she leaned down to drop chocolate bars in pillow cases—that was part of the reason she always took it off so quickly. She’d gasp softly at the costumes she saw, complimenting them and playing along with whatever they were dressed up as.

“Oh! Good evening, your majesty.”

“Batman… you probably want dark chocolate, right? No? Good choice.”

“A witch! I’m a witch too! Here, you get extra candy.”

When the night got later and the trick-or-treaters were few and far between, your mother would put on festive music on her old portable speaker. She’d dance in circles around your living room, playing with the boa and tickling your cheeks with it as she tried to convince you to dance with her. Being a tween, you never agreed easily, rolling your eyes and ducking away in embarrassment. But she’d get you eventually and then the two of you would be a dancing, laughing mess of purple feathers.

“Yeah, that’s right. It feels so good you’re crying, huh?” Large thumbs wipe your wet cheeks and it’s enough for your brows to cinch together. You hadn’t realized you started crying.

Your hand falls from purple boa hair, wrapping around that firm shoulder as his thrusts become more intense. A dominant hand wraps around your thigh, holding it open as you feel as though the air is being pushed from your lungs. There’s a stretch you feel, though it’s a familiar one, right in your pelvis and you let your grip on his shoulder tighten.

“Ja—” It comes out a strained gasp, hardly the beginning of a word and more a garbled mess of sounds. Your back arches, your eyes rolling, and throughout it all the steady thrusts continue.

Finally, you let your body deflate, regulating your breaths as a guttural groan fills your ears and then the thrusts stop. You wince when he pulls out but say nothing, blinking your eyes open as his weight lifts from the bed. Goosebumps rise on your skin from the sudden chill and you delicately reach for the bed sheets, pulling them over yourself as Beau rolls the condom off and starts getting dressed.

You watch him from where you’ve propped yourself up on the pillows. How he buttons up his shirt quickly and pushes back graying brown strands from his face. It’s when he’s firmly situated in his slacks, fingers moving to zip up the zipper and adjust his belt that you finally build up the nerve to speak.

“Are you coming back tonight?”

Beau sniffs, not even looking up from where he’s sliding his belt buckle through the strap. “I don’t know. Probably not.”

He doesn’t expect an answer from you—he never does—but you give him one anyway. “Okay.”

Not another word is spoken between the two of you. Beau looks down at his phone, lets out a quiet curse, and leaves without even looking at you. The second he shuts your door behind him, you fall down to your mattress, fighting the way tears fill your eyes by shoving the heels of your palms into your eye sockets. You let out a shaky breath, ignoring the dull ache between your thighs as you lock your bottom lip between your teeth.

This is the third time you'd pictured Jake Seresin while you were getting intimate with Beau. The third time you imagined his olive green eyes and his rugged hands trailing all over your body. The first time had been an accident, it had happened almost immediately after you’d met him. Beau hadn’t liked seeing you so close with the successful hotelier—especially when he realized you were wearing Jake’s jacket. Beau had you in the back of his car, but your thoughts couldn’t help but drift to the handsome stranger who had spilled his drink on you and suddenly it was his voice that was groaning in your ear and his hands holding you firmly by your hips.

You felt guilty. Of course you felt guilty. It felt like infidelity. Regardless of what your relationship was, you did have a relationship with Beau and he certainly wasn’t paying you to think about other men while you were having sex with him. You swore to yourself that you wouldn’t think about Jake again. That he was just some man who paid attention to you and that’s why you feel this way about him.

So the next time you had sex with Beau, you focused on him, and the way he spoke, and the way he touched you. And you couldn’t finish. You faked it—not that Beau could tell the difference—and you spent the night alone in bed wondering if you’d ever see Jake again. Finally you just gave up on trying to be a good person and went back to pretending that all the intimacy you were experiencing was at the hands of Jake Seresin. It was just easier that way and Beau never really seemed to care that you hardly ever opened your eyes—he probably preferred it if you're honest. It was just easier.

You hold your breath until you’re sure that Beau has left. The sound of the front door closing just makes it to your room and, after five minutes, you still haven’t heard it open again. Carefully, you get up, stretching out your somewhat sore limbs as you rock on your feet hesitantly. Beau’s gone, you know he is, but still you can’t help but wait for him to come back.

That’s how it was when you first started living with him, you felt like a new puppy. You’d spend your days just waiting for Beau to come home and your nights trying to hide your excitement when he did because he never had that excitement for you. In the beginning, you craved his attention. You reveled in the moments he’d take care of you, the moments where he was even a tad bit soft.

As time went on, you got a better sense of what Beau Simpson wanted from you. He wanted someone to fuck when he was stressed and someone to be beautiful and polite at parties so that people would think that Beau had finally settled down with someone high class. He didn’t want someone who waited on the couch for him to come home or someone to take to dinner just because. Beau Simpson was not often inclined to take care of you.

Eventually you stopped expecting him to. You took the morsels of comfort you could get from him and didn’t ask for anything more. You stopped waiting for him to come home and you stopped wishing you could change him.

Your legs are still a little shaky as you make your way to your closet. You drop down to a squat, pushing past the skirts of expensive dresses and the rack of even more expensive shoes. Patting around a bit blindly, you wait for the sound and feel of plastic under your fingers. You pull out the bag, sparing another glance at the door even though Beau is long gone.

That night, Jake had insisted that you keep his jacket and, after Beau had finished reminding you who you belong to, he didn’t give it another thought. It had been far too easy to sneak the jacket up to your room.

You don’t really know what compelled you to keep it, but something about Jake Seresin had taken over you obsessively. And it’s not like you’d ever see him again, not while you were with Beau at least. Sliding your arms through the sleeves, you wrap the large jacket around yourself. It still smelled faintly of Jake, cedar wood and musky vanilla, and you feel your body relax under the soft fabric.

And maybe it wasn’t such a mystery why you couldn’t stop thinking about Jake. He was the first person in so long to treat you like you’re a person. There’s something about that—your whole conversation with him and the way he spoke to you—that you just can’t forget.

Getting up, you make your way back to bed. Exhaustion hangs heavy on you and you know you should at least clean off first, but you’re too tired. Physically and emotionally. Jake’s jacket stays wrapped around you as you pull up the blankets and finally let your eyes droop. You wonder if he’d think you were human now—if he saw you like this. If he’d still call you beautiful and answer your questions like they’re worth answering.

You only get a few hours of sleep before your body wakes you again, but you blink your eyes open to find that you feel rested.

Letting out a breath, you gently peel yourself from bed. Delicately, you put Jake’s jacket back in the bag and hide it in your closet. You’ll take a shower, you decide as you pad to the en suite, picking up your phone from where it had been lazily discarded among your clothes on the floor. The device lights up as you lift it, two notifications revealing themselves once you get the item closer to your face.

Missed call from Penny

Penny: Call me when you have the chance.

Your nose wrinkles in confusion and you continue your walk to the bathroom. Penny had always been a notification you looked forward to seeing on your phone. She’s kind and was one of the first people in this life to actually care for you. She scooped you up where Pete had left you discarded and made sure you were always safe and comfortable with the men you were living with.

While she checked up on you occasionally, most of her texts came around the time your contracts were expiring and Beau still had several more months before that would ever become an issue. Fearing the worst, you click on her contact quickly—still standing naked in your bathroom as you bite at your nail anxiously.

“Hello?”

“Penny?” You check quietly. “You said you wanted me to call you?”

From the other end, Penny sighs and you feel your stomach plummet. “Honey…” She starts, sympathy heavy in her tone. “Did you ever have a conversation with Jake Seresin?”

You feel sick. She knows. She knows that you haven’t been able to stop thinking about Jake Seresin, that you sleep in his jacket, and want him to want you more than anything. She probably thinks you're pathetic and naive. Just some little girl who likes pretty things. She’s probably here to remind you what your job is and to whom.

“Honey?” Penny tries again and you realize you haven’t responded yet.

“I have,” you confirm quickly. “I did the night Beau took me to his hotel opening.”

Penny’s quiet for a moment and you take the time to swipe your bathrobe from its hook and throw it over yourself. Something in you tells you that this isn’t the kind of conversation you want to have naked in a bathroom.

“Did you tell him about your arrangement with Beau Simpson?”

Her words dump over you like ice water and you almost drop your phone. “What?” You lock eyes with yourself in the mirror and they’re wide and startled, you feel like a little kid with her hand caught in the cookie jar. Your chest starts rising and falling more quickly. Your throat feels like it’s constricting, like you can’t even bring oxygen into your lungs let alone keep it there.

“Honey,” Penny starts again slowly, a sense of knowing in her voice as she speaks to you calmly. “I need to know if you told Jake Seresin about your relationship with Beau—”

“It was an accident!” You confess finally, tears pricking at your waterline.

Penny sighs heavily. “I know that, I know. But apparently he came to Beau Simpson a few hours ago and revealed what he knew of the situation in a… less than private way.” Penny stops speaking for several beats. “Beau Simpson called me a bit ago and said that he no longer wishes to continue your arrangement. He— He requested that you be gone by the time he gets back tonight.”

“What?” You’re hyperventilating now, eyes darting around the bathroom. Everything's happening so fast. You just woke up. All you wanted to do was take a shower. Beau wanted you to leave? He didn’t want you anymore? That can’t be true, just a few hours ago he wanted you. He wouldn’t just discard you like that. “He can’t— I— We have a contract! He signed a contract, Penny!”

“You broke that contract, honey,” Penny tries to put delicately.

“But I didn’t mean to! Please, I didn’t mean to! I don’t want to go! Why is he making me go?” You feel hysterical, tears rolling down your cheeks as you sink to the floor of your bathroom. Except, it’s not yours anymore.

You just don’t understand. Mere hours ago he was having sex with you. And now he never wants to see you again? You know Beau Simpson doesn’t love you, you know that. But you thought he at least cared about you—he was nice to you in his own way and he bought you so many things. But suddenly you make a mistake and all that doesn’t matter?

No.

No, you may have made a mistake, but it was Jake Seresin who weaponized it. Because all he saw you as was a way to get back at his so-called rival. That’s the only reason he bothered talking to you in the first place—he saw you come in with Beau. And then you told him something that he could use against the older man and suddenly pretending to be interested in you and answering your silly questions was all worth it because he got what he wanted.

You can’t believe you ever thought Jake Seresin was different. That he actually cared about you and your feelings and was the kind of guy who could make you feel so special. No, he’s just like everyone else.

“Honey, I know. I’m so sorry.” Penny pulls you back to the current phone call and the tears dripping down your chin. “But…” She trails off.

There’s more?

You sniffle. “What?”

“Because of how… unexpected this is, I don’t have another client lined up for you.”

You feel more tears well in your eyes. So you were stuck. All you can do is wait around, unpaid, and just hope that a client comes to you fast enough. “So that’s it?” You wipe at your cheek. “Isn’t there anything I can do?”

“Well,” Penny suddenly sounds nervous and you find that incredibly odd since you’ve never known Penny Benjamin to be nervous. “I don’t have any clients lined up for you, but there is a client who’s interested…”

You know the name before it even leaves her lips.

“Jake Seresin has asked to make an arrangement with you.”

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civilization-illstayrighthere · 6 months

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Hey so I’ve mentioned this a lot of times on my main blog, but I wanted to put this out over here since it is Hallow’s Eve. I always give out little tchotchkes on Halloween along with candy. This year, I’ve completely switched over to 100% doohickeys and doodads— think mechanical pencils, shaped erasers, little notebooks, squishes, vampire teeth and spiders rings and all. It started years ago in college when I signed up for a dorm Halloween event where kids from an area that was too dangerous to really trick or treat through got bussed in to trick or treat at our dorm. I bought some candy and dollar store Halloween themed stuff with what i had. And you know what the kids went ape shit over?

Motherfucking. Mechanical. PENCILS!!

These kids could not get enough of them. They literally went “PENCILS??!” I had never seen kids get so hyped up for pencils lmao. They were the first things to go. Candy is fleeting; the little pencils you can bring to school to flex are eternal, until you inevitably lose one of the refill parts and then they aren’t but listen, in that one moment they are infinite. And its nice thinking that maybe some kids who don’t always have access to school supplies not only get them, but get them in fun shapes and designs.

Anyway. I recommend people to give out fun stuff like this not just because kids seem to genuinely enjoy them, but also because there’s this thing called the Teal Pumpkin Project here in America. You can put out a teal pumpkin to show that you are giving away non-candy items and sign your address up so parents of children with allergies know that there are houses their kids can safely and happily trick or treat at! It’s a win-win! Plus, if you accidentally bought too much, it’s not like candy— just pack it away, pencils and fidget spinners will be good next year, too! :)

#its such an easy and fun thing to do #and it helps make Halloween accessible for some kids who might otherwise not be able to participate #i always think about stuff like that #my step-grandparents had a ramp built at their house for them #but one great unintended side effect is that they always got a lot of children in wheelchairs to their house on Halloween #who were so so excited they could go up to the door and ring the bell for once :’)#so like i always try to think of ways to maybe include people who might have trouble otherwise when i can!#and this is such a little but easy to do change #i like to source my stuff from the dollar store targets dollar area and amazon #i bet party supply stores (think party favor bag stuff) would work great too #so. if you have time tomorrow maybe run on over to the dollar store during your lunch hour #grab some random little things. kids will go crazy. maybe you’ll brighten someone’s day

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6qubed · 3 months

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tinfoil hat time, but "Palworld is just ripping off pokemon" sounds suspiciously like "this dumb bitch sued mcdonalds because the coffee was hot". like I wonder how much of people whining is actually genuine and how much is y'all being nudged in that direction by corpo games journalists

like where were y'all getting this mad when digimon ripped off pokemon

or beyblades ripped off pokemon

or bakugan ripped off pokemon

or megaman battle network ripped off pokemon

or yokai watch ripped off pokemon

or yugioh ripped off pokemon

or medabots ripped off pokemon

or golden sun ripped off pokemon

or boktai ripped off pokemon

or monster rancher ripped off pokemon

or jade cocoon ripped off pokemon

or monsters in my pocket ripped off- no wait actually pokemon ripped them off that time

#sixpost #videogames #palworld #nihil novi sub sole you dumb cunts #stop white knighting the billion dollar corporation they've got lawyers and money they can handle themselves

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anipgarden · 1 month

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I went to my first plant swap and man. It was WILD.

Keep in mind I heard about the plant swap a little over 24 hours before it was happening. I have no plants to exchange, I barely even have seedlings yet. But I do have a bunch of seeds so I decide to roll up and see what I can do.

Its from 2 to 5. I show up at 2:12 and its mostly houseplants. But the local library branch has a tent and they’re letting people check out some gardening books they brought if they have a library card on them!

So I checked out “Seedswap: The gardener’s guide to saving and swapping seeds” by Josie Jeffery!

Woohoo!

(They also told me that if I want the library to set up seed libraries I should email showing interest because a lot of librarians have suggested it but public interest is needed 👀 special reminder to email/contact your local library about adding seed libraries if you haven’t got one already!)

I considered leaving but I decide to hang around and see if anyone else comes around with stuff that’s more my fancy (no disrespect to people who like houseplants but I have a 99% killrate with them and they’re just not my vibe) and

Y’all

I obtained a Boxcar tomato, a Blackberry Lily, a variegated pepper, a hibiscus cutting, loofah seeds, okra seeds, and FOUR (4!!!!) peach tree seedlings!!!

HELLO??????

I spent like 6 bucks total (1 on a peach tree seedling, 5 on the pepper) and the rest was just seed trades (or the peach tree lady just… giving me more peach trees for being nice. Be nice to the elderly you might get peach trees out of it.) I was there for like an hour and a half TOPS.

(I had to pot up the peach tree seedlings myself but this is still a W in my book lets see if they survive)

So uh

WOOHOO

#outdoor gardening #ani rambles #plant swap #anis garden 2024 #FOUR PEACH TREE SEEDLINGS HELLO????? HELLO #she was like ‘idk i was thinking id trade them or sell them for like a dollar’ so i got the littlest one in exchange for i think it was #gazanias???? or canterbury bells. or maybe both.#then i was like ‘oh its teeny tho’ so i paid a dollar for one and she was like HERES TWO INSTEAD and I’m like AAA #and she was hoping to find the tomato lady but the tomato lady left but I had Two of the tomatoes so I was like ‘oh you can have one of mine #because followers may know I currently have TWENTYTHREE TOMATOES IN MY BACKYARD RN #and shes like ‘oh youre so sweet heres a 4th peach seedling anyways im going home now im tired bye’#the peach gods have smiled upon me and it was in the form of an old white lady in a gray sweater and a blue sunvisor

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jupitercomet · 6 months

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does reader call sugardaddy!jake daddy?

warnings - suggestive but not quite smut, they do it in public y'all, daddy kink but like look at him

sugar daddy/surfer blurb night

Jake Seresin doesn’t do shopping. He’s worn the same style suit since he was 18, ordering new versions periodically—you once joked that his closet looked like a cartoon character’s and for that reason, Jake went out and bought one pair of jeans. But even with his clothes, Jake doesn’t shop, he just has his assistant do it for him. So, really, Jake had no reason to be anywhere near an upscale lingerie store.

And he certainly had no reason to be doing what he’s doing.

Jake’s large hand clamps over your mouth, muffling your squeak of surprise as he pushes you up against the changing room mirror. His eyes are swallowed by his pupils, unable to leave the reflection of your scantily clad body. Truly, Jake never thought that a simple white babydoll would be his undoing—you’d tried on far more provocative things before it and he was able to contain himself—but one look at you as you stepped out of the changing room had him cornering you right back into it.

He has you bent over, palms holding yourself up against the mirror as he lets his hands explore your body. Jake grins at the way he’s got you on your tiptoes, your thighs trembling in anticipation as he smooths out the fabric of your babydoll.

“You better be quiet.” His voice is a husky reminder against your ear, his fingers swiping between your folds.

You whine softly, looking at him through the mirror with those puppy dog eyes that usually have him dropping to his knees in front of you. This time though, he’s too distracted by the direct line of sight he has to your cleavage and the way your nipples are pressing through white lace. He’s distracted by how all of your body looks covered in white lace. His fingers dig into the meat of your thigh and he can hear your sharp intake of breath.

Letting his hand fall from your mouth, Jake palms at your breast, pushing against you until his mouth is just a hair away from your ear. He nips at the lobe gently. “I’m gonna fuck you in this and then you’re gonna pick out five more just like it, got it?”

Your eyes widen—though if it’s from his words or the finger he has sinking inside you, Jake’s not sure. “They’re so expensive tho— Ah!” A soft cry interrupts your words as Jake crooks his finger and your teeth clamp down on your bottom lip to keep quiet.

“Then you’ll buy 10,” Jake growls, giving you another overly rough crook of his finger because you both know that you know better than to argue with Jake about how to spend his money. It’s something that he can be very prideful about (and has also led to some of the best sex of your life). “Got it?”

Jake nudges another finger inside you and watches the last of your hesitance melt away, your eyes softening as your cheek squishes against the glass of the mirror. You let out a shaky breath and then his two favorite words are spilling from your lips in a needy whimper.

“Yes, daddy.”

You leave the store with a limp in your step, an inability to make eye contact with any of the workers, and 12 different babydolls.

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